𝕴𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑, 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖘𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊

𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖋𝖆𝖘𝖙

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Chapter 1: Blood Baths and Breakfast

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Scarlet liquid stained white walls, as desperate screams pierced the once silent air.

"I must say.. I'm impressed," A red haired boy stood, hands on his hips, smiling towards her.

Charlie Fox. One of the Giovanni mafias 5 executives, a fiery boy with passion. Despite now being one of the higher tier members, he once despised the mafia, and even went to the lengths of forming a group of his own in an act of rebellion against them; however after losing an unfortunate bet, he was forced to join his enemy.

"As if you expected any less from me." She scoffed, lightly punching his arm.

Eliza Valentine; another of the 5 executives, and one of the worlds most talented assassins. Within a matter of days, Eliza had gained herself one of the highest positions, feared by most. The other mafia members were yet to decide whether to despise or idolize her. One thing they did know, however, is that they should not test her.

After glancing at all 37 of her victims, now sprawled in a blood bath of one another's crimson fluids, she linked arms with Charlie, and exited.

Despite the graphic scene, this was not an event uncommon to either of them. They had been tasked with massacres for longer than they could remember, it became almost natural to them.

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"I hate him!" Charlie stormed into Elizas room, kicking the wall.

"Hey, be careful.." She sighed, rubbing the newly formed dent with her thumb. "What now?"

"Giovanni pairing me with that goddamn suicidal maniac again! Does he do it just to piss me off?" The boy yelled, fists clenched.

Charlie was an extremely passionate character. Whenever he felt something, he felt it twice as much as the average person, and made it everybody's business. Although it was an annoyance - and a mission itself just to calm him down - it also made him loyal when it came to positive emotions, such as friendship and romance; hence why he had never left Elizas side since the day they met. Anybody who had become her enemy was a fool, and victim to Charlies protective fury, as well as her own.

"Please sit down before you break anything," Eliza lowered her watering can, pulling out out a plush chair, "I'm sure he has a reason, although.. it is Mr Giovanni. What I can tell you though, is that you do have a tendency to judge people too quickly, and rush to conclusions as quickly as you rush into battle. One day you'll get yourself hurt, yknow."

"Yeah, yeah.. you're not my mom!" He whined, tearing a piece of bread with his wolf-like teeth.

"Breakfast without me? That isn't very Gentleman-like!" Eliza pouted, clearly teasing him.

"Ah-! It's only a snack, not an actual breakfast or anything-!" He panicked, embarrassed.

Fox enjoyed playing the part of gentleman, holding doors for Eliza and always trying his best to take care of her. Unfortunately, it often wound up with her caring for him, like a mother. She knew of his precious ego, and enjoyed teasing him when he forgot little things like waiting to eat with her.

Side by side, the two friends strolled through the maze of the mafia building, towards the cafeteria. Elizas pale fingertips glided along the black-bricked walls, leaving her with a tower of dust on each finger, which she blew off into the hollow hallway. Eventually, they reached a room with several dining tables and an assortment of pastries, cereals and other breakfast items.

After pouring herself a small cup of tea and helping herself to a singular muffin, she sat at a lonely table in the center of the room. Charlie, who's arms were occupied by plates of eggs and bacon, sat himself opposite her.

"Really?" She raised an eyebrow at him, after glancing at the several plates of food scattered across their small table, leaving her with a tiny gap for her teacup.

"What? A mans gotta eat!" He pouted, two slices of bacon already stuffed into his mouth.

Rolling her eyes, Valentine took a small bite of her muffin, before catching sight of a shadow. Her curiosity was piqued, as her head tilted in an attempt to catch a better view. Apple in hand, the man swayed towards their table, a mischievous grin plastered across his otherwise lifeless face. Who was this man, how did he hypnotize her so?