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It was a cold night of October, no matter how much the air was freezing, there were so many people in the street, with their umbrellas ready, in the last few days it had been raining a lot.
The city showed another fascinating side during the night, everything was pleasant and not too noisy, everyone was chatting and enjoying the nighty vibe.
Everyone, but a girl, with pale skin, long hair with blue roots and purple on the length, a black sports trench coat with hood and a zip, a mask, black pants and thick-soled boots.
She couldn't enjoy those vibes. She was busy scanning every single person near her, like if she was searching for someone.
“Ughh, this is getting frustrating, how can they always slip from me?!” She shouted in her head; she looked around and saw a dark alley between two not-so-high buildings.
“perfect.” She thought, as a soft grin appeared on her face.
She headed towards the dark alley, giving a final look to the street.
“All clear.”
Then, she let herself be absorbed by the shadows.
She inhaled... ahh, this was her favorite territory, she felt at home here.
Her nails grew longer, they looked like short claws.
She jumped and clung to the wall's bricks, damaging them by digging her claws inside and continued to climb the building in great leaps.
She felt free in the dark, in the night.
In the past she hated this part of herself, but with time she learned to accept the advantages of being a monster... yes, a monster.
Her idea of acceptance wasn't a synonym of love, oh no, acceptance meant toleration for her, because she couldn't choose anymore, she couldn't change anymore.
The only thing left to do was to take advantage of these… features.
On the building she saw everyone in the street, that sense of powerlessness was slowly fading off, replaced by control - this wasn't part of her soul, it was like someone had replaced her human part that she lost her darkest day with… this - her eyes gave off a little crimson twinkle as a mischievous grin appeared on her face: she found them.
She started running on the buildings’ roofs, not wanting to lose sight of them another time.
Her prey stopped in front of a bar, the girl had to stop suddenly, losing her balance. She looked down and WOAH, she had almost fallen… almost.
She told herself not to distract. This time she was so close.
She flung herself towards the other building, digging her nails-claws in the bricks as she was descending from the building…
“Sooo… Will this take much longer? I thought it’d be cooler (-_-)”
She detached from the wall and fell to the ground, doing the blackwidow-spiderman landing [author’s note: GO SEARCH IT IF U DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS! U IGNORANT! Jkjkjk, u r not ignorant, (I hope) u r just not a nerd:( what was I saying?… OH YES! and so they kissed, wait no, wrong part😅, ok, serious mode activated].
“Oh gosh, I shouldn't have detached this early.” She thought as she saw the awful condition of her ankles, she stood up and shook them as they fixed.
She ran towards the bar and stopped by its entrance and looked up at the sign: its neon lights were dazzling. The girl had to blink a couple of times before adjusting herself to that exaggerated illuminated sign, with “Midnight SNACK” written on it.
She pulled off her hood as she entered the bar, she couldn't see a thing, the light difference between in and out was HUGE, so she blinked again.
When her nighty eyes adjusted to the faint blue light of the bar she realized that this, was a well structured bar, it had three zones perfectly divided between each other: the counter, it gave western-ish vibes with that faint orange light; at the far end of there was something that reminded her of a ballroom but it was too distant, there were too many people, she couldn’t see a thing, just flashing colored lights; in front of the ballroom there were many tables, chairs and couches of various dimensions scattered spartanly, many waiters were whirling between the tables, with trays in their hands and an almost inhuman speed and accuracy in dodging tables and people.
The lady looked around, scanning the people who and everything that was happening, she was a pretty good observer. She started sniffing the air and praying that her prey didn’t notice her, even if she knew that the chances were very low…
She found three other interesting scents. She made a mind note about them, maybe if she had time she would've checked on them.
She was losing her hope when… she found it!
It was a woody amber scent. When the girl reached the counter, her prey turned towards her with a challenging grin. “Sakura Miyawaki, is it?” She said with defiance blazing in her eyes.
“It’s Kim Yoona now, I don't use that name anymore.” said Sakura with a disgusted expression, while making eye contact with the girl.
“I suppose you work for him.”
“Oh wow, that's so clever of you.” the girl replied, breaking eye contact with Sakura, now looking at the boozes on the shelves.
Sakura sat next to the girl and said “Well then, since this time you won't run away let's take it easy, we could go outside and have a ‘little talk’ or we could have some drinks and then, go outside, how does it sound to you?”
“Yeah, sure, why shouldn't I drink with a person I'll kill in 5 minutes?”
“Oh, come on, your boss has surely told you that I'm not that easy to kill.” said Sakura as her characteristic grin made its way to her face. She stood up and went searching for the bartender to order some drinks.
When Sakura found her she just said. “Hey you, are you the bartender? Can you give me two Bloody Marys?”
The bartender was a girl in her twenties, with red hair; she was pulling her bartender suit’s tie and shirt’s collar - they were probably too tight - “Uhh, yeah sure, what's it made of?”
Sakura looked at her with a doubtful gaze. “Are you sure you're the bartender?”
The red haired girl started smiling widely, trying not to make eye contact. “Of course I'm the bartender!”
“Yeah, sure, and I'm Batman.”
“That's not completely a joke…” Thought Sakura.
“Hey! I'm serious! By the way, do you wanna try my special FLAMING LAMBORGHINI?!” The red haired girl’s face enlightened, she practically had fire in her eyes.
“This one is not ok.”
“No thanks, I'll just take two Bloody Marys." Sakura said tiredly, resting her head on her palm. “it's just vodka and tomato juice, bartender.” She added, jokingly grinning at the girl.
“Ok ok, I'm on it.”
In the meantime, two girls were sitting at one of those tables: the younger one had black hair, a silver necklace, a white shirt, black sleeveless sweatshirt with little horns on the hood, black skirt and black shoes; the other one had oreo hair, a big, loose, black sweatshirt and a pair of baggy, ripped blue-grey jeans.
One of them noticed a very suspicious purple haired girl and actually, yeah, she was A HOTTIE.
She was putting something in a drink, she was now walking back to her seat at the counter, next to another girl who didn't seem to have noticed everything that had just happened.
The older girl shook the younger one’s arm.
“Eunchae! Did you see that?!” Said above a whisper.
“No Chaewon, I didn't see that because I'm actually trying to heal your wound! So if you please stay still and don't get in trouble again I’ll treat you properly.” said Eunchae with her eyes focused on Chaewon’s arm, trying not to raise her voice too much.
“Listen, that purple haired girl put something in that other girl’s drink! I have to do something or she’ll drug her or… do something bad to that girl!” whispered Chaewon.
“I'm sure you’re just tired, your mind is playing tricks on you… And look, I finished treating you! you’re lucky I'm here healing all your wounds,” said a relieved and proud Eunchae.
“Ok, first of all I got in trouble to save you, little baby, AND as we’re chit chatting that purple haired girl WILL DRUG HER! I ALREADY TOLD YOU! You know what? I'm gonna stop her, I don't care,” Chaewon blurted while standing up, not giving Eunchae enough time to reply or stop her, so she just hit a facepalm pose and thought “Oh God, help me, I hope Chaewon doesn't start another brawl.”
Sakura and the other girl were picking up their shots when…
“HEY YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Chaewon shouted.
They both suddenly whirled towards her like two cats caught in the act. Chaewon had a liiittle heart attack, the purple haired girl was indeed a hottie “Not now! This is not the moment to think about it!” she thought.
“YOU PUT SOMETHING IN HER DRINK!” she said pointing her finger at Sakura.
“Who, me? I didn't do such a thing!” Sakura answered back, starting to get nervous.
“Please, not this time too” she thought.
“Ah, I knew that I shouldn’t trust you, Miyawaki,” said the other girl while standing up. Sakura was ready to fight in the bar, at that exact moment… If only Chaewon wouldn't have pinned her on the wall, preparing herself to punch her.
Meanwhile this ruckus was happening another girl entered the bar, she was slightly taller than Chaewon and Sakura, she had a wolf cut, small single-ring earrings, a collar chain like, a white muscle tee for women, u could see her black top underneath it, a long black skirt and trigs.
The first thing she saw was Chaewon charging her punch, she didn't think much: she just entered in ‘bodyguard mode’, launched herself towards the cunty-bob-girl and grabbed her wrist to stop her.
Chaewon turned towards the girl, she was opening her mouth to ask her what she was doing but the taller girl preceded her “Leave her, now.” said deadpan, not leaving her wrist.
“This is none of your business!” Blurted Chaewon, trying to wriggle out in vain: the taller girl's grip was too strong.
Do you remember the red haired girl? The ‘bartender’, yes? Well, she had been sipping her drinks while watching all this mess, and she decided to go in the bar’s kitchen to make that famous Flaming Lamborghini of hers, but she actually realized that she didn't know how to do that so… she might have started a fire… yeah, that's called arson.
The red haired girl was just staring at the fire spreading in the room, her eyes were blurred, as if she was absent.
She was smiling, like if she just saw a person she didn't see for years, a single tear crossed her cheek. “...mom?” She mumbled with a note of surprise.
Thank God another barman found her and took her outside of the kitchen by force.
He gave the alarm and water suddenly started falling from the sprinklers on the ceiling. All the people in the bar were now gathering near the exit, pushing each other to go outside; actually, everyone but those five messy girls.
Suddenly, there was a strange movement among the people that were trying to exit the bar, there were some guys who were going against the grain, nudging those scared people.
When they finally entered the bar the girls could perfectly see them: it was a group of four cops in black uniform, they didn’t look like normal cops, they had something... different.
Yunjin was still stunned by all that adrenaline given by the fire, Chaewon and Kazuha were punching each other and Eunchae was trying to separate those two, as the ‘cops’ arrived she hid behind Chaewon-who didn't understand what was happening-and peeked over the older girl’s shoulder.
The ‘cops’ pointed their guns at the girls. “Put your arms above your head and nothing bad will happen to you, you all are now under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?” Said one of them, all the girls frowned; the situation had worsened exponentially in just a few seconds.
Sakura was repressing her anger, she lost them another time; if she just let that anger go she probably would’ve killed everyone, but that would’ve brought many other problems, so that option has already been discarded.
The ‘cops’ started instantly shooting at the girls, who didn’t actually expect that at all.
Sakura made the awful mistake of looking outside the bar’s window: the girl from before was there. She was looking at her with a mischievous grin as she took her phone and showed its screen to Sakura.
She called them.
Sakura’s anger had reached a critical level. She started running towards the window, but, oh… her legs were starting to feel so weak.
She felt so weak.
The distance between the floor and her face started reducing dangerously quickly.
She was down too.
The others’ voices became muffled as she was fighting to keep her eyes open. The last thing she saw and heard was other people coming inside the bar and shooting at those ‘cops’.
A faint *thud and one of the ‘cops’ was lying next to her, his blood was starting to spill onto the floor.
Then everything faded to black.