"Its not like toi haven't done this before, right?"
"Go on Cad, just like old times."
"No one is gonna tell toi toi can't."
"No Cadmus, toi promised."
"You a dit you'd stop this."
"You know its wrong toi cant do this!"
Her finger itched at the trigger, staring intensely at the man she held captive. He was a no one. Just someone who was worth a lot of money. She sighed in frustration. The fight was almost unbearable.
"Nyet! I can't do it!" she snapped, but she didn't put down the gun.
A large hand was placed on her shoulder and a deep voice snarled in her ear, "I know that if i threaten toi it wont work. So how about a deal?"
Cadmus growled.
The voiced laughed, "You can't tell me toi dont want to hear it. toi still haven't put down your gun. Dont think I dont know toi Cadmus. I practically raised you. I find it insulting that toi thought toi could get rid of me so easily."
The hand pushed back some of her red locks behind her ear, "But only if toi do me a favor. toi kill this man, and anyone I tell toi too for the suivant 3 years. And I tell toi where your parents are, and i answer anything toi want to know for the rest of our lives, da?"
He didn't even need to wait for an answer when a shot was heard, and he smiled.
Mafia dropped the gun and glared at the dead man, and wiped the blood from her lip, "Deal."
He nodded, "I thought so. Come along then, dear. Lets take toi home."
Mafia pushed his arm from her shoulder, "No. toi wait. I need them to know I'm gone." And started in the opposite direction.
"You even try and my men shoot every single living soul in your accueil and that place toi call the cave."
Mafia froze. And turned on her heel, her eyes glowing gold. And her collier hissed. She growled, "пошел на хуй (1)" And walked past him.
He chuckled darkly, "Good. Dont worry about anything. We have it all covered." He walked to her and led her to a black sedan, opening the door for her, "Also, if toi try to contact anyone in an unauthorized time, ou unsupervised, we will kill them."
Cadmus sat in the back. Staring at the floor of the car. SHe agreed, 3 years.
3 years without Twan
3 years without Rene and Alex
3 years without her friends
3 years without living
3 years of being a slave
3 years of being a murderer
She held back the tears, throwing her head back. Biting her lip so she couldn't be heard.
What had she done?
(1) posh ehl nah k uy
Age: About to be 15 but is actually one year
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin black eyes.
Personality: straightforward, acts in a snap. Offensive and defensive. Loving and likes to have fun
Powers: Controls water and fire. Flight par wings. Shape shift to loup and Tiger.
Uses: Guns, Swords. Hand to hand combat.
BackGround:
Abandoned at Imperial Church, Alana was left with a growth serum, a note from her mother, and a picture of her mother.
The sisters of the IC took her in, and did like the note said.Once Alana was about to turn one she was donné the serum, and she jumped ages quickly.
The note a dit that she was her mother's legacy.
And the note told her to to find the boy with white hair to explain to her what she must know.
((She is the daughter of two former YJ members.
Her grandparents are from her mothers side that created JLA.
Take your guesses.))
Not at all important in this part. Felt like I needed a pic though
Beacon
At the age of Seven.
