Ophidian's Genesis (UNDER REVISION)

PROLOGUE

Smoke covered the room while she puffed another one from her cigar. Resting the tobacco stick on her cobra-coiled-shaped ashtray, she tosses her black hair to the back and clears her throat before speaking, "What brings you here Mister Moore?" Licking her lips before looking at the man in front of her tied up, scared in his wits.

A redhead held him at gunpoint and took the tape off his mouth. Mister Moore yelped in pain, the old man looked at the raven head that sat in front of him, "W-What's happening?"

The raven head lifted a clipboard and looked at the contents attached to it, "It says here you were trying to mess with my daughter's assignment. You had men go and attack her while I sent her to help you." Her eyes raised from the board to look at the scared old man.

"She was spreading lies about my company!" Moore rebutted.

"Which was?" The woman in charge asked.

Moore's face contorted in disgust, "She's been attacking MY MEN! We had a deal Ophidian! You told us that our packages will be shipped safely! Now I have to go collect-"

The redhead punched Moore in the mouth, causing the old man to topple over with his chair, "Don't ever raise your voice at her that way. You will always address her as 'Miss'."

The raven head looked at her redhead friend and signaled her to calm down, "Get him up."

The redhead forcefully propped the old man back up. The woman remained seated in her office chair looking down on the stupid man. "You told me those packages were food. Meat. Vegetables. Fruits."

The raven head stood up and walked over to him and held his chin with such a grip that her nails dug into the skin, "Imagine my surprise when I found out those packages were women and children. You were about to sell them to some businessmen for quick cash." She let go of his chin whilst Moore's face contorted into surprise and horror.

"How did you know?" Moore asked, terrified. "My friend's daughter is skilled and quick." The raven head sat back down on her chair behind her desk. She took a hit again from her cigar before Moore spoke, "No matter, the ship already sailed and there is nothing you can do about it!" His laughs filled the empty room until he went quiet in discernment.

He noticed the two ladies were calm and cold.

The raven head poured her drink into her cup, "You mean the ship my daughter's friends infiltrated?"

Then his spine went cold. The Ophidian sipped her tequila, "Darling, send them in."

A girl with ice-blue with golden stripes of hair enters the room and opens a bloodied bag and heads poured out of its container, in front of Moore. The heads of Moore's men and colleagues, including Moore's son and heir of their company.

"I see that my daughter also scored." The redhead smiled, stepping on an old man's severed head. "That's your daughter's clean work. Good job to her." The Ophidian smiled at her friend then looked at the girl with ice-blue hair, "Well done, my darling, you may leave."

The Ophidian's daughter smiled before leaving. "What is the meaning of this?" Moore yells at the raven head. The Ophidian looks at him, "Your son and men and colleagues are dead because of your stupid decision to trust a snake." She sips another before continuing, "Don't trust a snake, Elvis. They will bite eventually."

Elvis Moore. The man she made a deal with for months, she almost trusted but she was a snake and eventually when she found out he ran a human-trafficking cartel. The Ophidian eventually should sink her teeth in the flesh of her enemies. The mission she sent her daughter and her friends-freed those who he trafficked and killed those who were included. Now she has to look for the other victims and also help those who've been affected by the Moore company.

Moore looked in horror as The Ophidian gestured to her friend. The redhead holds the man's head and fire bursts from her palms and burns Moore. The old man let out a blood-curdling scream.

The redhead made her way to the Ophidian and sat beside her. The two women watched the person in front of them be burned, seeming to enjoy it. The Ophidian offers her friend tequila. The two drink to another success.

"I still can't believe that we're doing this." The redhead says looking at her friend.

"It does feel surreal. Sometimes I still feel like Seline. The poor girl won't ever do this to someone." The Ophidian comments, watching the flames in front of them.

"Seline was nice and pure, but Sierra Ophidian is powerful." The redhead pats her friend's shoulder with a smile. Sierra looked at her friend and chuckled, "Jessica will always be the joyful and cool girl but Jazari Amirson is a wild card but a loving person a girl could dream of having, as her friend."

Jazari laughed a bit, "Toast to that?"

Sierra nodded with a smile, clinking their tequila glass while watching the fire burn.

"Being Seline and Jessica... it does... remind me of simpler times," Sierra says so tiredly.

"Yeah... but look how far we've come. I'm proud of us." Jazari says.

Sierra does not respond to that. She did wish she stayed as Seline but not-so normal circumstances happened to her. Sierra moves forward as long as her best friend is with her. She would never know what to do without Jazari. Even as before.