Navaria (A Madcom Fanfiction)

Ch. 2 Miss Murder

Lights flickered in what seemed to be a run down hallway of a building. There wasn't much light here. There was trash, glass, dried up blood and anything else that was stained on the floor and walls. Very few rough like people stand and chat around some doorways.

One door in particular was decorated to keep other suspicious people out. In this room was a woman.

To her right was a very diry and messy bed. Not much color to them other than the grey and black. Her floor was messy with trash of food items to papers. She had a desk that had miscellaneous items such as contacts, knives, a pipe, ect.

The woman was in her chair at the desk, cleaning a pipe with a cery much bloodied rag.  The woman had brown hair with blue highlights at the ends, brown eyes with thick large glasses, dark grey hoddie without sleeves, black gloves, pants and combat boots on. She then began to laugh.

"His fucking face man! Priceless! That dumb idiot shouldn't mess with the Fangs. And hell, I won't be bought anytime soon. I have too high of a dollar tag on me. Boss knows what I'm capable of." She says as she continues to grin.

"Ahh. My first blunt weapon. My trusty pipe. Ever since I trained with you, I'd never part with ya." She says as she hugs the now clean pipe in her arms.

"Hmm. I wonder who should be our next victim. Can't wait to splatter more guts and brains all over the place!" She maniacly laughs. Then looks over at a journal. She then sighs as she picks it up.

"Heh. Life was always hard. Never gave me a break huh?" She says as she opens her journal to read.

"Seems like yesterday that the fam got me off the street. Still, kinda miss my box. Still don't know what my facination is with boxes." She questions herself.

Suddenly a knock comes to the door.

"Ugh! What is it this time. Better be another job instead of something stupid!" She says out loud, keeping her Bad Bitch composure.

A somewhat built man comes through the door. He had one of those half shaved emo hair and had tatoos all over his arms and some on his face.

"Yeah. It is. But I have to warn you, someones looking into your file for purchase. Thats all I can say." He says with a serious look.

To her surprise, she grew a bit angry. "WHAT?! AIN'T NO WAY IN ALL OF NEVARIA CAN SOMEONE BUY ME! AINT HAPPENING!"

The man sighs. "Mary. I know you love this family, but remember, your still on the market. Boss i-"

"TO FUCKING HELL HE IS MAKING ME OFFICAL! No one, and I mean NO ONE, can handle my attitude as much as this family does. That buyer is gonna regret considering to buy me. Just like all the rest!" Mary shouts.

The man sighs once more. He is already used to her being this way. "Look. All I'm saying is, if you do this job that the guy has paied us for, then you can threaten him as the three of you negotiate. It ain't my buisness any way. Come on. You are gonna meet him along with seeing boss."

"Fine. But I want this buyer to be on the same level. If he wants to buy me, hes gonna be in deep shit with me. Because I D O N ' T want to be bought." Mary says and stands up. "Lead the way Josh. Best not keep the boss waiting."

As Josh and mary go out of the room, they travel along hallways and stairwells of nothing but the Fangs dorms.

The Fangs are a group faction of a gang. This gang not only takes contracts like mercinaries, they also deal with their own problems. Getting rid of people is their passion. Not only that, they take children off the streets and train them for mercinary work. After training, they are housed in their buildings doing work for them until they are purchased by a buyer. Most children however don't pull through their kidnapping or training and get "disposed of".