The League of assassins

-Chapter 1- -When The World Ended-

"Goodbye, sweetheart."
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I stared at the mirror in my room. It was round, simple, with intricate patterns around it. It was the plainest mirror I allowed my father to buy for me. I didn't care for it. Expensive gifts didn't make up for a lousy father.

He had work, I get that. Could it kill him to tell me what he did, and why he always came home late and tired? Today was like the other days. He left with a quick goodbye, not explaining anything. He never explained.

Who knows what might happen in this hell of a town. He could get hurt, and I won't even know. He's all I got left, since my mom died when I was little.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly. The large house suddenly seemed empty with just me here, and I felt lonely.

Well, I thought. Perfect day to go to town.

I slipped my boots on, slinging a moccasin felt bag on my shoulder. I left the huge house, bracing myself. I had to every time I left the house. I couldn't take seeing it, everyday.

"It" was Alvinad, my....city, if you will. Glanced at from a distance, it looked like a pretty cool place to live, with its large buildings, colorful holograms, and hovercrafts speeding through the streets. That was just the surface area, though. The slums, if you glanced at the city long enough, were the worst places to live, where society dumped all the "trash" that makes Alvinad unique. What am I saying? We don't have a society. We don't have a government, no laws, no nothing. We pretty much run ourselves. It's a wonder we're still here.

As I headed to the city, walking on the cracked sidewalk, I glanced around. My city was in ruins. The skyscrapers were cracked, the sky was cloudy and covered with smoke. There are many fights still around, but you can avoid them, if you know how. I know how, but I'm going straight into the most dangerous place in Alvinad: Devil's Bar.

I wanted to get a drink, and Devil's Bar was the best place to get one. I could get there with my eyes closed.

Devil's Bar is the only place we could get together as a fucked up society and at least try to act normal. It's the only place I could get some release. It was dim, with the smell of musk and alcohol clouding your nostrils. It was crowded more than usual.

I headed to the counter. "A scotch," I said.

The man behind the counter smiled at me. His name was Calvin, and he owned Devil's Bar. The large round man was one of the few smart people who saved his money before the stock market crashed and ths government collapsed. Because no one had money, he sold beer for free.

"Hello, Miss Skylar Gray," he said.

"Calvin, please call me Skyler, I told you."

He laughed. "No can do, Miss Gray, you're special."

He always says that. I don't know why, I'm not special. I thanked him for my beer than went outside for fresh air. Inside, a brawl was starting. I didn't want to be part of that.
I took a deep swing, the scotch burning my throat. I felt a bubbling in my stomach, and smiled.

A large clang got my attention. I looked around, than saw a shadow in an alley. Curious, I walked towards it. I gasped when I saw what was going on.

A man was slumped next to the wall, his face bloodied and bruised. Standing above him was another man, dressed in all black, his fist raised up.

"Stop!" I cried out. I ran towards them, my scotch dropping on to the floor.

The man in black glanced at my direction. He swung his hand toward me, and with a jolt, I realized he had a gun.

"Uhh," I faltered, slowing down. "Who are you? What are you doing to that man?"

"Everything you think is real is fake, and everything you think is fake is real," he said, his voice muffled.

"What?" I asked.

He didn't say anything, he just aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.

I screamed, covering my face even though it was useless. I heard a thud.

I opened my eyes, realizing that I wasn't dead. The man holding the gun was down, and standing above him was a man no older than me. It was too dark to see his feature, though. He dropped something on to the floor and I realized that it was the bullet.

"Who...." I started. "Who the hell are you?" My voice was barely a squeak.

He looked at me, crossing his arms.

"Me?" His voice was soft and low, I leaned in to hear better. "My name is J."

"Wha-What did you do? What do you want? What are you?" I was shouting now, afraid.

"I am.........Justice, and you need to come with me."