Lyfers: Amnesia

Chapter 1 - Do I Wanna Know?

 – Didn't she tell you to fuck off?

The low voice that pronounced these words created, for an instant, a deafening silence; everyone who got to see the face of the latest arrived was holding back their breathing, except for the blue-haired one, who struggled to break free.

– Fucker! I'll end you too!

– Shut your damn mouth, Jun, this psycho's from Amnesia!

– M'aw, here we go again.

In a sigh, the blonde man turned to the ginger girl who spoke to her friend, his face apathetic yet again, but he did not add a thing about that. He simply observed them all, one by one, until his eyes landed on the wounded young woman. He detailed her: her hair was all messy, her face was covered of blood and bruises, her white tee-shirt stained in red, her black jeans ripped. They didn't go easy on her, and he easily saw it. But there was something else about her, something he could see even more clearly: she could have defended herself with a mere snap. She was staring at him too, still pressed against the wall her bullies pushed her onto, but not frightened anymore. She stood up for herself before, and she was ready to do it again if she did not have the choice. No matter which gang this stranger came from.

– Y'know, I was in a pretty good mood, he said in a shrug. If you weren't harassing her, I would've let you go unharmed... But y'all little shits pissed me.

In a movement so fast it appeared like a blink, his arm swung, and the metal bar landed in the redhead's face, knocking her out immediately and making her fall down in a thud. Screams began to fill the alley, almost doubling when the named Jun had the heaver onto his neck again, and got brutally kicked in the back. The compression on his throat made him pass out instantly, but Venom did not stop there, smashing the two harassers remaining in a row. When he was done, he gave another look to the last girl standing, and the expression in her eyes dazzled him. There was terror in it, but it was not aimed at him, rather at what he could discover. She was holding her life flow the best she could, almost hiding it, while one as strong as her could have put him on his knees without any effort. That would have been even easier with her aggressors, and he found himself unable to understand her reasons. Why burying away such an immense power that was lurking just at the surface of her body, of her skin, of her entire being? He considered her, his head tilted to the side and a hand into his pocket.

– Why did you let them beat you up?

She shivered from his question, realizing by it that she failed to control her life flow enough to make it appear common, weak. His, on the other side, was bright, completely unleashed, and the luminous aura it gave him contrasted with the dark vibes surrounding him. He was a pureblood, just like her, maybe not as high-ranked as her, but a thousand time more trained. Trained to kill. She had to remain calm, to pretend she was not what he thought she was. She had to escape that tricky situation.

– I-I don't know how to fight, she stuttered, lowering her chin.

– Bullshit.

His deep growl sent shivers down her spine, and when she lifted her face up to glance at him, he had approached, and was now dangerously close to her. His weapon was still lowered, his hand was still in his jacket's pocket, but it was not enough to reassure her.

– What's your name?

It was her turn to cock her head to the side, surprised of such a question. Why would he want to know her name? Shit, she thought, he's fully aware of what I am. She hesitated, barely breathing, the lack of space between them increasing her nervousness.

– ... Daesyn, she finally answered. But I prefer Dove.

Abruptly, he took his hand out of his pocket, and she jumped, instinctively lifting her forearms above her face. Nevertheless, when she saw that, instead of hurting her, he was handing her a card, she settled down, in a small sigh, almost inaudible.

– Alright, Dove, he said, a smile on his lips. The name's Venom. If you ever need anythin', just call me, 'kay?

She palmed it with a nod, astonished; why was he offering her his help? What kind of ulterior motives did he have, to do this? This man seemed to be an Amnesia's Lieutenant, and after going out of his way to defend her, he proposed her even more help? She was puzzled, and eyed him leaving, open-mouthed. But as he reached the end of the alley, he slightly turned to show her another smile.

– One last thing... Dye's bad for your hair.

And, on these last words, he left.

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– Phase, can I pour you another drink?

The young man on the black sofa nodded, waving at his empty glass to the woman who offered him another one in a bothered way. Anyways, it was not like he was in the mood to do anything else than drinking, and drinking again. He sighed, passing his fingers across his dark pink hair, that was reaching his ears and parted in the middle. The three ladies around him got closer, one pulling at his suit-and-tie's blue vest, pouting.

– How come you don't care about us tonight? She complained, soon joined by the others.

– Sorry, lovelies, he replied in a shrug, I'm not in the mood.

– I'm sure we can help, Phase!

The second began to run a hand onto his thigh, and he had to restrain himself not to slap it away. Calm down, he mentally told himself, you have a reputation to uphold. However, his phone's sudden ring sounded like salvation, and he woke up in a leap, grabbing it from his pants' pocket. He picked up with a smile, which did not please the women.

– Venom, he exclaimed, I thought you'd never call! Mh, what is it?

His face brightened up even more, as if he forgot all of his previous worries.

– A high-rank pureblood, hm? Say no more.