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「Za Policeu」Part 2

3rd POV
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The resounding boom of an opened door reverberates throughout the meeting hall. A woman clad in black enters with a noticeable regality. Her skin is a deathly white, black veins run across her body and face, her eyes are as black as death itself with the only other recognizable color being her deep crimson irises. Her hair can be described as "Look at me, I'm the bad guy", her bleached hair is done into a large bun with six offshoots decorated with obsidian ornaments.

This woman was death. This woman was fear. This woman was DARKNESS itself. Her name... was Salem.... the Sexy Grimm Mommy..... yeah~.

After reaching her chair, she and many others took their seat in this long dining table turned evil scheming table.

Salem: "Is this all of them?"

Tyrian: "But of course, Mistress. Every single one of them Stand Users."

Salem: "...Good."

Salem places an ornamental arrow down in front of her. The arrowhead's shine pierces the darkness in the room and draws the attention of all in attendance.

Salem: "This is an arrow. You are all probably wondering what the significance of this arrow may be."

Salem looks to Tyrian in his seat and waves him over. He giddily rises from his seat and rushes to Salem's side.

Salem: "Tyrian, I want you to take this arrow and stab yourself with it."

The whole room gasps in shock wondering what the madwoman must be thinking. There's no possible way that someone would just willing stab themselves with an arrow... right?

Without delay, Tyrian picked up the arrow and tightened his grip around it. Instead of fear and hesitation, Tyrian only thought about how the feel of the arrow's wood was absolutely divine~. Was it Oak? Black Walnut? Who knows.

With perpetual glee, Tyrian stabbed himself in the stomach with the arrow! He howled out in pain before bursting into crazed laughter! The pain was so unbearable that he fell onto his back, the joy that came to his mind was pure and limitless knowing he had made his mistress proud again.

But that was Tyrian, the room fell silent as his laughs ceased; The rest of the room cringed from the thought that somebody would hurt themselves so willingly. Shock was a feeling shared by everyone but a disinterested Salem.

Salem: "This arrow made you. Without it, every single one of you would be worthless nobodies. You all owe your lives to this arrow and this arrow belongs to me, so therefore... Your lives are mine to control."

Once finished, Salem leaned back in her seat and rested her cheek on her left fist.

Salem: "Any questions?"

One brave man stood from his seat. He believed that he didn't owe Salem anything and he was willing to fight if it meant proving himself right. He stood at 1.77 meters tall, his hair was styled into a blue Mohawk that's very reminiscent of a shark's fin, and his eyes were an ocean blue. His teeth were pearly white and serrated with the ability to rip through flesh easily. His clothes were that of a royal blue hoodie decorated with red scratch marks on its sleeves, white center pocket, and white hood; Ripped jeans that may or may not be ripped due to a shark bite. Granted there are multiple rips, so the probability of being attacked by a shark on multiple occasions is kinda weird.

Brucey: "Is that all? You dragged us all out here to this God forsaken wasteland just to say that our lives are yours to toy with? Screw that and screw you! I'm out of here."

Salem: "I'd advise against that decision, B o i."

Brucey: "Or else what?"

Brucey's provocation began to stir up the spirit of rebellion in his fellow stand users. They began to whisper among themselves, but they haven't been persuaded to action just yet.