Erin:..Umm...Hi.

Amy: IT'S ABOUT TIME!

Erin: Crap, why are you here?

Amy: Crimson's not here, so there's no one to make me shut up!

Erin: I'll punch you.

Amy: I'll drown you.

Erin: I'll burn you.

Zig: I'll grab Lilith to make you both shut up.

Erin:...

Amy:...

Zig: Better. Now then, I do believe that you all should enjoy a long chapter, yes? Well, read on then.

But, before you do, Crimson has a small note:

Dear readers,

to those who are trying to get the references, there will be a change.

Instead, you'll look for the references in each chapter, all of it adding up towards the end of the story, and your OC will end up being in the second story (yes, there will be a story #2) (so far, all of my stories will have another story). If you need more information, or if you're confused, just PM me or put it in the review.

Each chapter has at least one reference, could be for a game, movie, ect. Some will be easy, and others won't.

Good luck.

That morning, Erin wanted nothing more than to be left alone. She just wanted people to leave her on her bed, looking like she was close to death, all that nice jazz.

Thus, she was a bit more than irritated when a large, wet nose was pressed against her face, "I don't wanna get up!"

Fang growled, biting down on Erin's sleeve, before slowly dragging her off of the bed, "NuuuuuUUUUUUU." She grumbled, holding the blanket close as Fang pulled her off of the bed.

Zig sighed, "The blanket won't save you." She murmured, before gripping the blankets. With a harsh tug, the whole thing came right off.

Erin squealed, "Damn…I don't wanna wake up!" She grumbled, attempting to curl up on the ground.

"You're gonna wake up, and you're gonna like it!" Zig insisted, crossing her arms over her chest, watching Fang as he dropped a bundle of clothing next to Erin, using his nose to push it closer to her head.

"Please god tell me that you didn't choose the trench coat," Erin muttered, before flopping over like a fish, clawing at her clothing just a bit too dramatically.

Zig sighed, "…If you don't get up, I put a bullet through your head."

Erin laughed, sitting up, before tracing a target onto her forehead, "Don't miss."

Zig groaned, "…I'll shoot Oliver."

"No you won't."

"William."

"What fun will you get out of killing a kid?"

"Hank?"

Erin laughed, "You'd put him six feet under for any and every other reason."

Zig groaned, "Why can't you be like every other normal person and be scared of death?"

Erin laughed, before sitting up, striking a dramatic pose with her hand over her chest, the other thrown straight up to the sky, "Death is a fate that will never accept me."

"Yes, of course, keep telling yourself that." Zig muttered, "While you're at it, I'd like to also claim that, one day, I'll be the leader of the gang."

Erin shoot her a smirk, before throwing on her white shirt, "Has a few blood stains," She muttered, "Not that it does anything to lessen my perfection."

Zig sighed, tossing her the old jacket, "You and your ego, I swear."

Erin looked over the jacket, before tossing it back, "Could you get my long hooded one? I wanna be apart of the Assassin's Creed today, if you wouldn't mind."

Zig didn't bother asking, tossing said item while Erin pulled on the scarf, pulling on the fingerless gloves, "You know, with that attire, you look like a rich poor person." Zig noted.

Erin laughed, "And you sound like a smart confused person." She shot back snidely, before pulling a top hat from the desk, "This is nice."

"It's new." Zig murmured, slowly growing annoyed, "From last night's raid. A 'peace' gift from Hank."

"Aww, can I use it?" Erin asked, putting it over her head, before taking on a much deeper English accented voice, "Welcome to my syndicate."

"…Do you even know what a syndicate is?" Zig murmured, before groaning, "Fine, you can use it; just don't ruin it like your cap."

"Don't talk about my cap like that!" Erin said, rubbing her cheek on the slowly going brown cap, "It has got feelings too!"

"…Right…"

Zig murmured, before fastening the coat on her, pulling the top hat over her head, "Now hurry up. The meeting starts in half an hour, and it's in Gold's side of town."

Erin nodded, "I'll be there in five minutes, tops." Erin said with a grin, before opening the window, "I'll be back a lot later in the day; so try not to kill each other, okay?"

Zig gave Erin a look, "Why do you treat me like a child?"

"Because you are younger than me." Erin said, smirking.

"But you ACT younger than me." Zig pointed out, before shaking her head, "Wait, you're just stalling."

Erin smiled sheepishly, "…Maybe-."

Erin wasn't able to finish, as Zig pushed her out the window, "Just go."

Erin groaned lightly, walking with her head down, hands in her pockets. Just like the day prior, it was cold and windy. Not too terrible, but still fatal to those without jackets.

Erin looked up a bit, having to weave through a populated market area. Her eyes went with a familiar boy, but didn't know his name. He was there last night, she was sure of it, but...No, she sucked at putting names to faces. Best leave it where it was and move on with life, for now.

He seemed to recognize her, as he pulled on his mother's sleeve, "Mommy, look, it's the lady from last night!"

"Uh-huh." The mother said, inspecting a piece of jewelry, "Alberto, be a dear and hand me the pearl necklace."

The boy, Alberto, Erin reasoned, sighed, giving Erin one last look, before nodding, "Yes mom."

Erin, being the good role model she was, grabbed the necklace for him, handing it to him. She smiled, "Here, kid." She gave the boy her best friendly smile, before walking on.

Alberto looked at the necklace, confused, before noticing the piece of paper on it. He took the paper, handing the necklace to his mother, before shoving the paper into his pocket.

As for Erin, she was nearing the meeting place, a rather decorative building, if she said so herself. It seemed painted with gold, the doors made of quartz.

Erin pushed the door open, peeking in to see a pretty full lobby.

She forced herself to the sign in area, passing many different pillars, white couches, and MANY rich people. This being a place she was forced to be familiarized with, she knew what to do. She went up to the third to the left sign in, where a man stood.

She had no idea what his name was, instead referring to him as "Bouncer" cause it sounded cool. He was a rather old looking guy, with grey going white hair, sharp green eyes, and a permanent scowl etched into his face.

Erin walked up to him, taking her hood off slightly, before shooting him a smile, "I'm here for a meeting with Mr. Gold."

Bouncer gave her a look, before he went on with his typing, "…Name?"

"Come on, we've done this hundreds of times before."

"Access code?"

"...Four-two-fuck-you."

Bouncer sighed, even after eight years, she's never bothered with the regulations. He gave her a glare, before handing her a slip of paper, "The meeting is on the third floor, room nine."

Erin took it, before smirking, giving him a curt nod, "Thank you for your services."

She waltzed over to the elevator, closing it behind her, before slumping up against the wall a bit. She pulled the hood off, pulling the top hat on, before popping the collar of the coat. Anything to help her calm her nerves, she did in the elevator, all the while forcing her breathing to calm down.

This was just another meeting, that's it. There's no need to overthink any of this, she'd be fine.

She smirked, waltzing out of the elevator, down the hallway, until that golden number nine was visible on the door.

With a quick breath, she grabbed the knob, forcing her hand to stay. Steadying her nerves, she twisted it, pushing the door open before walking in, "Sup nerds-."

"You're late."

Erin sighed, before taking the room in. It was way too fancy for her own liking, with white walls, golden drapes covering the windows, and other artful masterpieces in the room. The table in the middle of the room was the same, with five dark mahogany chairs seated around it, one unoccupied.

The one who'd spoken was Fero, the gang leader of the "poorest middle" class. He had half his head shaved off, the remaining hair up in a Mohawk. As always, Fero was dressed like a sort of Joker/clown; with a purple coat with a long dark collar, a green dress shirt under it, and bright blue pants. One of his shoes were yellow, the other a hot pink. His brown-orange eyes had blood red paint coming down from it, his grin looking to be even bigger with the red face makeup.

As always, Fero smiled at her, his tone teasing, "Come on, little Dusty-Wusty, you're late!"

"Yes, yes she is." The man next to him murmured. His scoff matched the dramatic flare in his clothing, a bright red suit and dress pants, a striped black and grey tie to match his shoes. His dark blue eyes were nearly black, matching the dark grin on his face. The only thing out of order was his hair, which was long, red hair tied into a ponytail.

"Aw, cut her some slack, Gage!" Fero said, laughing a bit, before pulling out a lollipop, sticking it into his mouth, "After all, she's only had eight years."

"Can we please get this meeting under way, Gold?" Gage murmured, eyes rolling.

Just as the name suggests, Gold was an expensive-looking person. He wore a white suit and tie, black dress pants and shoes, with a gold-handled cane next to him. Around his neck was a thing gold chain, the same accessory around his wrists. Just like his younger brother, he also had dark blue eyes and red hair, cut in a shorter spikier fashion. Unlike his brother, Gold was a lot more calm than Gage could ever be.

Gold sat at the head of the table, Gage on one side and Kiko on the other. He gestured to the free chair, "When you're ready, Dust. It's not like we were waiting for you, or anything."

"Your sarcasm is fluent, isn't it?" She murmured, shoving her hands into her pockets, before moving to sit down between Gage and Fero.

As always, the leaders sat in the order of their districts power. Being in the best district, Gold was always at the head of the table, with Gage to his side, then Erin, Fero, and last but not least, Kiko.

"Now that we're all here, we can finally get down to business." Gold murmured, before clearing his throat, "It would seem as if the Scotland yard is receiving help from the Ashford guards in order to rally us up. Thus, be on your guard."

"I know a way to end the issue." Gage murmured, playing with his glass of red wine, before giving Erin a look, "Turn her in."

"That isn't an option, silly!" Fero insisted, "I mean, she's one of us now, we can't turn her in!"

"Why not?" The low voice of Kiko asked, giving her the same look, "I mean, all she's been for the past four years is trouble."

"Five!" Fero added from out of nowhere.

"…What?" Gage murmured, confused.

"It's nine years now, right, Dusty?" Fero asked.

"Yeah." Erin muttered, not really sure why that had to be brought up.

"That's beside the point." Gage cut in, "If we can get the Ashford guard off of our asses, life would be much easier!" He then gave Erin a look, "What exactly did you do to get them so antsy, Dusty?"

"…Classified." Erin murmured, before shaking her head, "I'm sure we can do something besides-."

"Turning her in would be best." Kiko cut in, "I mean, she's not doing anything to benefit the rest of us."

"Maybe that's because you're already taking what you can from me." Erin growled back, temper slowly climbing.

"Dust, Kiko, please at least attempt to remain civil. Now is not the time." Gold insisted, before sitting down, eyes closed, "…We will find a solution to this issue, but, at the moment, turning Dust in is not an option."

Erin shot Gage and Kiko a look, only to have Gold go on, "Regardless, Dust; they are not wrong. We let you in, and you have yet to contribute to us."

Erin's eyes went wide, "But-."

"We know you have the money," Gold went on, his eyes slowly filling with greed, "How else would you be able to house such a gang? You've got the expenses, and from what my resources have said, you'll soon have more."

"…Don't you think that this is a bit too much for a teenager to handle?" Fero asked, "I mean, she's only eighteen-."

"Nineteen."

"-Yeah, that's what I said. She's young, let her make mistakes. She'll learn and move on, become a bigger help to us as time goes on, I know it!"

Gold sighed, before standing up, "…We will continue this matter at a later date. Till then, you're all excused."

Erin let out a breath of relief, about to get out of her chair and follow the others out, only to have Gold turn around, "All but you, Dust."

Erin gulped, watching the others leave. Fero gave her one last hopeful smile, before closing the door.

"Sit back down, Dust." Gold insisted, walking over to a window, "We have much to discuss."

Erin held back the want to groan, before she sat down, "…What is it?"

Gold pulled down the window drape, letting in a bit of light as he looked outside, before closing it again, "I know of the situation you're in, Erin. The murder, the escape, all of it."

Erin couldn't help but feel a bit baffled, "How-?"

"Sources tell me everything, child." Gold spat, before continuing on,"Long story short, there really is no reason to let you live."

Before she could react, Gold had turned around, a gun in hand, "I know why the Ashford guard are after you, I know why you ran to us for help. I know everything."

"…So you're going to kill me?" Erin reasoned, "Or turn me in?"

Gold laughed, the sound hollow and dull, "Oh, I can't kill you, Erin! You're much to valuable."

He sat down, placing the gun on the table, "I plan to make a deal with you. I'll give you…let's say…Two weeks to pay me."

"…How much?" Erin growled, arms crossed.

"Well, I'd like most, if not all, of your gang's gatherings." Gold said, his smile showing a single golden tooth, "I want what you have. I want your cash, I want your men-."

"No." Erin growled, tone unmoving.

Gold sighed, "…One, Erin; you're in no position to say otherwise. Half the leaders are already against you, and my say is what will decide. Secondly, what's it to you? It'll be just a small portion of who's a member of your gang, that's all."

"I don't care." Erin growled, the temptation to put a bullet through his head growing by the second, "I refuse."

"Oh please, the only power your gang has is in numbers. I know that you harbor children, Erin, a fool's move if you ask me." Gold scoffed, "With my training, those boys could amount to something. You could have become something. You've got skill, Erin; power that no other does. Why didn't you simply join me from the beginning? You just had to have a new gang, throw off the system."

"I don't need to answer to the likes of you." Erin said, her grip on her belt tightening, "As far as your concerned, I could easily overpower your little group, especially if you decide to keep pushing me like this."

"You're terrible at bluffing, Dust," Gold laughed, "But, regardless, I'd hate to have to battle someone like you for control over London's underground crown. That queen's guard dog rumor going around hasn't been of much help, either."

"Granted," Gold went on, a sort of greedy flicker behind his eyes, "It would be a shame if your whole part of town went up in flames now, wouldn't it?"

Erin's eyes widened, "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I would." He grinned right back, "Do you think Kiko's part of town always looked that bad?"

Erin sighed, "…Why do you do this to me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Gold asked, before sighing, "In this world, there are two types of people; those who play and those who are played. There are the chess player and the chess pieces. Now, the only way that I can level competition-."

"-Is by making your enemies your pawns." Erin growled, teeth grinding, "So, that's it? All of this is just a game!?"

"Do not yell at me, child." Gold said, before reaching out his hand, "All I ask is that you give me what I want. If you fail, I take you gang, turn you in, and burn what remains of you. Do we have a deal?"

Erin growled, ready to simply bite his hand off, before grabbing it, "…Deal." She hissed, wishing she had the strength to break his hand.

Gold nodded, smiling, before letting go, "You've got half a month, Dusty. I've enjoyed our time."

"The feeling wasn't mutual." Erin growled, before standing up, "And now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do."

"Ah yes, please do go get my money." Gold said, laughing, before doing a mock bow, "I'll be awaiting you for our next meeting, Erin. Happy hunting!"

"Yeah, fuck you too." Erin whispered, slamming the door shut, before stiffly walking towards the elevator.

On the ride down, she pounded on the metal walls, screaming and hollering in anger.

"Are you alright, miss?" Bouncer asked, only to be completely ignored, quickly and angrily walking back to the base.

The job could wait, there were more pressing matters.

It didn't take long for her to meet with Zig though, in fact, the second she opened the door, Zig was on the other side, jumping back, "なんてこったい!" Zig gasped, looking like she had almost had a heart attack, before taking in Erin's expression, "What happened to you?"

The happy gleeful expression was long gone, replaced with a burning rage in those periwinkle eyes, "…Oh God, what's wrong?"

"We've got to talk," Erin murmured, before pushing her inside, "But not out here."

Zig nodded, the two of them walking back up to the room, before Zig closed and locked that door, giving Erin a look, "What is it?"

"Sit down, Zig," Erin murmured, "I've got a story for you."

"…Is it one I'll like?" Zig asked.

"It's Gold. He's threatened us. I now have to get him more money than we have."

It took awhile for Zig to process it, before she growled, "Damnit!"

"Yeah." Erin replied, "So…what do you suggest we do?"

"…What happens if we can't comply?" Zig asked.

"He takes the gang, the base, and turns me in."

Zig swore, muttering to herself angrily in what Erin supposed was Japanese, before holding her face, "…We can leave London, move to Japan. I still have sources there, I could save us."

"But not all of us." Erin murmured, "We can't leave anyone behind."

Zig groaned, "We can turn you in, but that's not a good option. Along with the small chance of the Ash heads wanting the gang and base in addition."

"Which would lead to more fighting between the yard and the gangs," Erin murmured, "Leading to more deaths. There's no way around it, we have to get him the money."

"And how do you suppose we do that?" Zig asked, voice sounding exasperated, "I mean, we're already short! All we have to back us up is Fero, and he's borderline insane!"

"Yeah, noted." Erin scowled to herself, rubbing her forehead, "Damn bastard, I should have killed him when I had the chance."

"That would insight a war for sure." Zig chided, "The other three would be after our heads, we wouldn't stand a chance."

Erin sighed, rubbing her forehead, before getting up, "Screw it. I need to go to the Phantomhive's place-."

"Which means that I must deal with this issue." Zig groaned, before giving Erin a look, "You're not worth the trouble."

Erin smirked, trading her top hat and coat in, "And yet, you're still around."

Zig gave her a half smile, before nodding, "Yeah…For now."

"Uh-huh." Erin murmured, before dashing out, "Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to go. I've made the seal wait for long enough."

Zig nodded, before pushing her out, "Get out there, we need that money."

Erin saluted, "Sir, yes sir!" She shouted, before rushing out.

Zig sighed, half smile still on her face, "…I'm not a sir…Idiot…"

Zig:...So then...

Erin: We need more fire!

Amy: No, we need more water!

Erin: Fire!

Amy: Water!

Erin: FIRE!

Amy: WATER!

Zig: Shut the fuck up.

Amy:...

Erin: Who's side are you on?

Zig: MY side.

Amy: Hahaha, I gotcha bro.

Zig: Shut it.

Amy:...(0_0)

Zig: Anyway...How do you end this chapter?

Amy: Like this...

Thank you all for reading, please do review, and we'll see you guys next time!

Till then-

Erin: Cya, suckers!

Amy: What the fu-

Zig: Okay, that's good, OC's out!