Note: It hasn't been 7 years since I updated but 2019 to present don't count... I'm very sorry for the other 3 years. Please enjoy.

"Galahad, Marco, go help Nicolas and Amelia," Loretta barked at her two right-hand men, simultaneously trying to usher costumers away from the stage and balcony.

"Miss-" Marco started to argue that their job was to protect her but was cut off by Galahad grabbing the back of his suit and pulling him towards the stairs.

"You got it, little lady! We gotta back these pests into a corner, right?" The bartender's voice boomed with confidence as he took the first step to the balcony.

Marco shrugged off Galahad's hand. "Right," he readied his weapon before following up to the balcony.

Loretta didn't wait to watch her men leave before turning back to the crowd of panicking patrons. "You three," she turned to some of her other security who was helping with crowd control. "Find a way to open these doors. Bust them down if you have to."

On the other side of the room, the supposed mastermind was still laughing heartily on the stage, her slender arms spread wide as if to soak up the chaos around her.

"Let's try this again," Worick clicked back the safety on his gun, pushing Alex behind him with the other hand. "What do you want?"

Ophelia stopped her laughing, cocking her head to the side to peer down at the man. She looked almost insulted as if he had interrupted her mid-presentation. With a sigh she dropped her hands to her sides, turning just slightly towards the two. 'Insects,' she thought to herself.

"Come on, now. What happened to that flirty grin, Worick? Lost your pep~" She popped the 'p' before grinning deviously, eyes wide with excitement.

"You keep talking like you know me but I still don't know who you are beyond your name. So I will ask one last time, why are you here?" Worick's face was unusually serious- unusual for him at least. None of his usual flirting personality showed in his narrowed eye. His mind was racing trying to place the face before him. Never in his life had he seen this woman. He was sure of it thanks to his odd talent. So who the hell was she and why did she know him?

"I told you," her head tilted, grin still plastered on her face. "I want to see the chaos, the fear, the pain! I mean really! All I do is crash your little party and everyone's already crying and ready to trample each other to get out."

"What are you? A bad comic book villain? Even if you're a sadistic freak, you have to have a reason," Worick raised a brow, trying to get a deeper explanation.

"A reason?" the woman mused. "Why do you squash an ant? Hm? Why? Ants are, for the most part, harmless, right? Yet you see them on the sidewalk, and purposely change you're step," her heel clacked on the wooden stage for emphasis. "You see them in your house and you smother them in chemicals. Watch them writhe and scramble to do anything to get away, even though it is already too late!"

Alex stared over her protector's shoulder, confusion mixing with the fear now. Ants? What was this woman on about? Was she comparing ants to twilights? Or people in general? She still didn't understand why Ophelia was doing this.

"You still don't get it," Ophelia said in a matter-of-fact tone. Her smile disappeared and a bored expression took it's place. With a hand on her hip, she began to inspect her long nails. "We crush ants, not just because they are gross, annoying creatures," she paused and looked back at Worick. "But because of other insects. Because of the wasps of the world, the scorpions, the black widows!"

The woman appeared to be getting worked up now. Her voice getting louder, words faster. Angrier. Her eyes blown wide, she took a step forward to which Alex instinctively flinched. Worick stood still, gun still pointed.

"Infestation," Ophelia continued, her voice oddly quiet for the one word. Her eyes looked off into a distant world for a split second before narrowing at the two in front of her. "This whole disgusting city! It's infested with insects! The Four Fathers and their swarms of deadly insects! I'm doing the world a favour! So no one has to experience this fucking city ever again!"

"So it's the Four Fathers?" Worick questioned, a smirk tugging at his lips. "What's new? Everyone want's a piece of them, Princess."

That was a mistake. Ophelia's grey eyes darkened, face twisting in anger. Quicker than Worick expected, she reached to the slit in her dress and pulled out a gun. Pointing it at Worick, she screamed, "I AM A QUEEN!"

Amelia whipped around towards the direction of the gunshot. 'Shit, that came from the stage,' she thought to herself. Worick...

"Don't get distracted," Amelia's opponent lunged, striking out with the knife.

The blonde raise her arms in a defensive stance, wincing as the knife slashed at her forearm. She barely had time to feel the pain before her attacker swung again. Amelia staggered back, trying to get enough distance to jump away and recuperate.

A few more slashes barely missed her, when suddenly the red head's arm jerked back, causing the knife to fall from her hand. It was as if some invisible force was holding it there taught. Looking closer, Amelia could see something like a wire digging into the womans wrist.

"What the fuck-" the tall woman was cut off by a knee flying into the side of her head, knocking her to the ground.

"Thanks, Marco." Amelia panted as she finally got on good footing. She had almost been backed into the balcony railling so she was glad the body guard showed up when he did.

Marco didn't look away but gave a hum of acknoledgement. He knelt on the oppenent's head, holding her hands behind her back with his wires. She was glaring up at him with fierce green eyes but didn't seem to be struggling. 'Why isn't she trying to get free? Does she just know it's useless?' he thought to himself.

The red head smirked as a rumbling yell resounded through the club.

"NIAH!"

The boulder of a man Nic had been fighting seemed to be lazy through their whole fight but something switched. Nicolas could almost pinpoint the moment watching his eyes widen into an angered frenzy. But they werent focused on the tag. No, they were looking past him where Amelia's fight had been happening.

Nic fought the urge to look back and make sure Amelia was ok. 'She can hold her own,' the tag thought and while he did believe that, he felt like he had to repeat the thought to reassure himself. Besides, if this behemoth is upset, Nic assumed it was because Amelia was winning or already won.

The boulder's eyes snapped back to Nic with new determination. Black eyes screamed 'you're in my way' before breaking out into a sprint.

The short tag grinned maliciously but before he could even raise his sword the boulder man crashed into him. Nic coughed from the force, all air being pushed out of his lungs.

Then he was flying through the air.

"NIAH!"

Amelia's head snapped up at the thunderous growl but the boulder wasn't what caught her eye. Her eye's widened as she watched Nicolas fly over head and slam into the wall by the stairs. He crumpled to the floor in a heap and didn't move.

"Nicolas!" she screamed.

Amelia straightened up, ready to run to him but was reminded of the danger at hand when Galahad ran in front of her, clashing with the boulder. With the 6'6" Bartender for comparison, it was scary how tall the other man was. He was probably around 6'10" with bulging muscles to match. How 5'7" Nic had managed to drag him off of Amelia earlier was suddenly way more impressive.

"Azhar!" the redhead, Niah, called out from her place still under Marco's knee. "Get this fucker off of me!"

Galahad let out a strained chuckled as he held back the boulder, Azhar. "Woah there big guy. I can't let you do that. You put quite the dent in my wall over there, so I'll have to ask you to leave," Galahad grunted as he planted his feet and shoved the boulder back. Even with Azhar's size, Galahad was plenty strong himself and was able to push him a couple of feet back before looking at Amelia. "Go! Check on Nicolas. I'll need his help here."

Amelia hesitated for a fraction of a second, worried of what could happen while she was gone. However, her worry for Nic won over quickly. She turned and ran over to the tag who still hadn't moved.

"Nic! Nic, Jesus fuck. Nic!" she cried out, falling to her knees as she got to him.

No response.

Carefully, Amelia turned him over looking for any signs of blood or broken bones. As Nic's face came into view Amelia's vision became blury. Blood trickled from his hair down over his left eye. It mirrored a memory Amelia had long blocked out.

"What did you do?!" Amelia's tears dropped onto Nic's face, mixing with the blood as it rolled down his cheek. "What did you do!" she screamed looking up at the towering figure she knew all too well from this angle.

Amelia's boyfriend sneered, "You made me do it."

So... between my raging ADHD in recent years and the world going to shit I just suck at sitting down and putting effort into writing. But god damn it there is not enough love for Gangsta so lets see if I can add more to this because I do really love this story of mine.

I'm still not used to writing action and conflict so let me know what you think. Fave, Follow, and Review to help encourage me.

April 20, 2023