Keep My Secret

Deal with the Devil

Cape Staspils was known for its notorious amount of thugs and gangs, which is why she was so upset when moving here. While her mother thought it a great idea to buy such a nice yet cheap apartment in the northeast part of the city, Juno could tell that that part of the city was still close enough to the East End for it to have thugs. That and her craft pointed out to her that a lot of people's vibes were off. 

When she focused hard enough, she could see peoples auras, one of her talents she learned, and most everyone there had either gray or black rings around their core colors, a sign of evil or negativity. And when Juno had tried to convince her to look for another one, she waved her hand and hummed, "This building is the safest one in the area, I made sure of that." And while she trusted her mother with most things, she was sure that without some sort of protection they were sure to get robbed or killed in a fortnight.

And that was why she was walking down a quiet and rundown street with her hood up and head low, wondering why her stupid brain thought that this was a good idea for the umpteenth time. She had come up with a brilliant plan at three AM last week to quietly sneak past her brother tonight and visit the top mafia group in the city with the hopes of gaining protection in exchange for her services as a witch. And as each step brought her closer to the supposed hideout, her confidence slipped further away.

Juno wasn't even familiar with how a mafia gang worked. And if it involved any sort of blood ritual, she will be out of there before you even say crispy bacon.

Juno groaned and hunched down further, trying her best to keep her face hidden. In a city like this one, having an Asian face was sure to get attention. It was rare to see her nationality in this part, even more so to see a girl. Because even though women can be criminals, it was surprisingly uncommon in this city. That's why she kept her face concealed, to not warrant any unwanted attention. She had kept her face so low that she almost passed her destination.

Jerking to a stop, she peered at the sign that hung over a small door on the side of a massive warehouse with faint beats of music coming from inside. 'The Wolf Pack' the sign read.

How original. Juno thought to herself as she rapped the door. In an instant, a large figure opened the door, letting the music from inside pour out into the streets. The figure moved forward more and closed the door behind him to reveal a massive man dressed in a suit with black shades covering his eyes in the dead of night and scar that ran from this eyebrow down to his red and well-trimmed beard. He sized her small figure up, an eyebrow raised above his shades.

"You got any business here kid?" he rumbled. "Cause if not, imma have to send you back on yer way."

Juno gulped and took a small step back. "I um... I came here to talk to someone... um... your leader?" she stuttered.

The man chuckled and crossed his arms. "Nothing of the sort here, unless you are here to chat with our drug dealer."

"Bu...but I know that this is the place! You guys are the Fang group...right?" She argued feebly.

The man's bushy eyebrows furrowed down below his shades and he growled, "You know about the Fangs?"

Juno gulped again and practically shouted, "I do! I can help you guys out with your deals and manage your status! I'm a witch. I can do all sorts of things for you guys!"

This time the man laughed out loud. "You can't be serious! Our boss doesn't believe in shit like that. You're a psycho kid."

"Ha! You do have a leader!" Juno said, "Then why don't you let him say it for himself huh? Why don't you let him see what I can do, then let HIM tell me he doesn't believe. If he doesn't, I'll leave and never come back." Juno snapped.