It was dark and moist, the sound of chains shifting and dragging around echoing through the warehouse with whimpering and moaning.
There was the occasional laughter as a group of men in business suits and extravagant jewelry sat around a table playing spin the bottle with a revolver, their own version of Russian roulette, just that they didn't shoot themselves if it landed on them. Instead, they shoot one of the many people they've abducted.
The revolver landed on one of them, the one of them being a man that looked to be in his early 20's with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He wore a blue fedora with stripes on it shaded slightly purple. A white tie and black button up shirt bellow his matching suit.
He shot his cigarette to light it, then reloaded the revolver. "Well, well. It seems as if lady luck is on my side, this is an incredible pleasure." They all laughed then signaled for him to choose someone to kill.
He then pointed the revolver at the head of the boss. For a moment, the air got thicker with an imaginary veil of smoke, as they were all tense. Then the boss sat up straight, "What is the meaning of this Gioc-" His brains flew in a rapid breeze behind him as the blonde-haired man shot.
"Gioco isn't even my real name." He glanced around. Then with a slick smirk said, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My names D' Azzaro, for reals this time, and we'll be taking down this sect of your mafia tonight. I hope you can certainly rest in peace."
They all stared at him, then one of their prisoners spoke up, "Who's we?" As they said that a cold breeze filled, the air, one second, everything was intact, the next, the wall busted open with a blast of fire, and a group of 14 people barged in.
One of the mafia members quickly grabbed tommy gun and started blasting, but the gun just shot gold coins instead of bullets. Before he could go for another weapon someone came from behind him and slit their throat. It was a short girl with a black bob cut, her eyes were red with yellow rings in them, and white pupils, the white parts of her eyes being black. She was wearing gothic clothes, fully black cropped sweater and black jorts. Her hand was bloody, as she slit his throat with her nails.
"What took you so long? 3 months to be exact. We could've killed them from day 0!" She exclaimed as she shredded through more of the mafia members, as they tried to shoot her but kept on missing.
He flipped a coin, then shot it midair as it bounced around and knocked some people out. "We'll this was for info on the mafia, not their blood." He said before a blast of fire went past his head and hit a member that was sneaking up behind him in the face.
A guy with ginger hair and green eyes cut in, his fists on fire. He was wearing a red button up shirt and blue beach shorts. "Whatever, they're bad people, they get info leaked, they die. It's the circle of life."
No one else talked after that, they just took down the rest of the mafia members, a little comment here and there. When they finished taking them down their tech genius took over. He had short black hair and wore the clothes of a mad scientist, his gray eyes staring at the small little scanner he made as he scanned the mafia's prisoners.
"So which ones the Arche?" D' Azzaro asked. "Just shut up and give me an hour or so, this takes time. Especially since there's so many prisoners." Their genius responded.
Then prisoner that had asked earlier who "we" was spoke up again, "What's an Arche?" they asked. They all looked at them, then the genius walked over and scanned them. The scanner started to beep rapidly, "Well it seems like it's her."
They all stared for a moment, then D' Azzaro walked over and took a good look at her. She was certainly unique as she looked young, yet still had silver hair, and ethereal icy blue eyes. "Well miss, what's your name?"
She stared at them for a moment looking puzzled, then said, "I don't have a name. Well, at least I don't remember having one."
D' Azzaro raised an eyebrow and glanced up at their genius. He looked back down at him, "What? I can tell she's an Arche, but I can't go into her memories and magically make her name come back."
Then a girl with light blonde hair that seemed to progressively wilt the further down it was walked over. The part of her hair that wasn't fully wilted was silver, and the ends were curled up and black. She has velvet eyes, a calm and demure expression on her face. She then made a hand gesture for them to move out of the way, as she crouched down in front of their nameless Arche. She fixed her simple mildly Victorian style dress as she crouched then smiled at her.
"Don't worry about your name for now, we just need you to come with us so we can get you somewhere safe. You see a lot of evil people, like this mafia sect seek Arches to sell them or even worst. But you'll be safe with us because we're all Arches, so you'll be safe with us. What do you say?" She said as she reached her hand out to her.