Chapter 2- Neo
I must've been more tired than I thought, because I didn't wake up until 1 in the afternoon. I never get to sleep in, but I couldn't enjoy it now. Despite my extra rest I still felt like utter crap. 'Roman's gone.' I thought to myself, in the hopes that it might sink in this time. It didn't.
After a few minutes, I managed to get out of bed and start my usual routine. I took a shower, changed into a fresh set of my usual clothes, ate breakfast, and brushed my teeth. Then I went to Roman's room.
I sat on his bed and looked around at his desk, his computer, and his closet full of the same outfit over and over again, much like mine was. All these things had belonged to Roman Torchwick; the man who had taken me in. The man who I'd loved, though I never could've let him know.
I returned to my room and curled back up on my bed, hugging my knees and crying into my pillow. I must've dozed off, because it was 6 when I got up again. Deciding it wouldn't help to mope around and Cinder would likely be less than understanding when giving my next assignment, I decided to have a quick something to eat and head out.
I decided what to do as I walked through the the streets, twirling my parasol in a happy-go-lucky kind of way. One of my favorite pastimes has always been to wander alleys and terrify the sad saps who tried to mug me. After all, between my short stature and choice of weapon, I was anything but intimidating.
It didn't take long to find a mugger. After the grim attack, many people had been left homeless and unemployed, leading most residents to a life of theft. In only the second alley I tried, a large man in a black sweater and dirty jeans jumped out from behind a dumpster, wielding a long knife. He was nearly twice my night. "Hello, lovely, he sneered in an overly dramatic way. "What's your name?"
I very rarely find a real purpose in speaking. I quickly grow tired of conversing and tend to tune people out, and as a result I almost never talk. By this point, I hadn't even spoken to anyone but Roman in weeks. So needless to say that this scruffy prick's question was met by silence, resulting in a minute or two of neither party saying anything. A frown formed on the mugger's face as he realized I wasn't going to answer.
"Fine, then. Straight to the point. Give me your purse!" I raised an eyebrow at him and motioned along my body. His eyes widened as he realized I wasn't carrying one. "Oh. Um, then give me ur money, wherever that might be..." To this I just shrugged and pretended to lean on my parasol. In actuality my weight was still entirely on my feet, in case I had to swing my parasol into action. My utter lack of fear and almost bored actions seemed to both unnerve and enrage the man, causing him to forget caution and common sense. "Those are some nice eyes you've got. Maybe I'll cut them out when I'm done with you!" With that he stepped forward and lunged out with the knife. And I activated my semblance. I teleported behind his back and watched him slam the knife full force into the image I had left behind. He stood there, stunned, and the girl he'd just been mugging shattered into a thousand pieces of colored glass. After a few seconds I softly cleared my throat, causing him to jump and swing around. "What the hell was that?!" He yelled at me. He didn't give me time to answer as he lunged again. Not that I would've answered if he had given me the chance, but it's nice to be given the option.
There was a flash of pink and my parasol smashed into his wrist, breaking it and sending the knife flying. I cocked my head cutely and gave my trademark smirk. Then I went into a frenzy, placing professionally aimed hits all over he's body at a speed that made even me proud. After only a few seconds I had broken every bone in his limbs including his skull and jaw, had winded him several times, had ruptured his liver and both kidneys, and landed countless crotch shots. I smiled and twirled my umbrella in glee, until I heard footsteps close by and looked up.
There was a man standing by the entrance to the alley, staring in shock at the mugger on the floor. He was dressed in black boots that looked similar to those worn by Mercury, black pants, a black trench coat, a grey shirt, and a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses. In one hand he held a black umbrella and in the other a plastic bag filled with more sunglasses.
As his gaze shifted from the unconscious man to me, his shocked expression warped into a stupid grin. I shot back a deep frown. 'This guy doesn't seem particularly obnoxious,' I though. 'But I can't leave witnesses, unfortunately.'
"Nice job," he motioned toward my prey. "My name's Orion. What's yours?" As he took a step closer I activated my semblance, teleporting and shattering my former image in the process. I appeared behind him, parasol swinging at the back of his head.
A/N Hello again, guys! There's Chapter 2; Chapter 3 should be out next Saturday. Pleas review with comments, suggestions, critiques, etc. I'll see you all again next week :)
