Lillia growled and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at her.
"My first instinct to is to bend people until they break. Then repeat until I have broken them so many times only splinters and shards remain of their former selves. And not even for a good reason. Not to strengthen them, not to test them, not out of pure spite, but only the reactions and the fun of it." She growled, her grip tightening on the word "break."
Her glare softened.
"But you're different. You're the only one I feel remorse for. Regret. Tell me, inventor, what makes you so special, that you can't just be blood splattered across the wall by my blade?"She growled, but sounded more helpless, desperate.
Molly was going to say something before Lillia tossed her to the side, black hair flying.
"It doesn't matter. Don't answer. Juat know that you will die,"She paused and turned her head to look at Molly with an expression unreadable,
"But it won't be by my sword."
--
"Who the hell are you?!"Molly growled dangerously, her hands shaking in rage.
"We're the Art-sassins. A group with the goal of reforming Society."The supposed leader, who looked a lot like Molly, said boredly.
"I came up with the name. Aren't I awesome? You know, coming up with the idea to use art puns as a group name?"The Cella-lookalike who had attacked said writer said, grinning sleazily.
Cella gasped.
"She stole my idea!"She exclaimed, and then cried out slightly from the pain of her arm. She had moved too fast when she gasped, causing more blood to flow from the cut.
Hearing Cella cry seemed to snap something in Mia and she ran at the sleazy Cella-lookalike, punching her in the throat, and causing her to collapse to the ground, gasping for air.
"Did you really have to go that far?"The girl that looked like Mia yelled in exasperation.
"Did you really have to let your fuck-buddy steal this beautiful girl's idea?"Mia growled, ready to come at her next.
"Guys, no violence!"The Elizibeth doppelgänger whined annoyingly, causing the real Elizibeth to cringe.
"Does she HAVE to look and sound so much like me?"She asked.
"A-and anyway, it was my idea to conform society! Besides, you just can't achieve that by violence! Peace can't be achieved by fighting, fighting is what ruins peace in the first place!"Molly shouted.
"Sure it can,"The Cella-lookalike choked out, still gasping for air as the Mia-looking girl sat beside her, trying to comfort her, but failing to look like she actually cared about her well-being.
"After all, look at all the wars, they brought peace, didn't they?"She finished, her blue eyes glancing up at them, and meeting Cella's own purple ones.
"The wars only happened because they were necessary and a last chance effort. They are forms of peace."Cella cried, and Mia held her close.
"You're not war. You're violence, trying to use a last ditch effort when so many other solutions can be found."Mia growled.
The four looked offended.
"That's what you think."The leader finally growled.
"Cmon, Phoebe, let's go. We'll let these idiotas destroy themselves."The Mia looking one said to the Cella looking one, 'Phoebe'.
"Alright Myra."Phoebe replied, getting up with some difficulty, still regaining her breathing yet.
"Elliot, Alyssa? You coming?"Phoebe asked the remaining two.
Elliot, the one that looked like Elizibeth, nodded and ran to them, climbing off the roof with them.
"I wanted to form a pact. But it seems that you aren't interested. Even though our views differ greatly, I wish you the best of luck." The leader, Alyssa, said, before she walked off, climbing off the roof easily.
Molly looked uneasy and still a bit shaken up.
Elizibeth looked angry and confused.
Mia was still coming down from her rage high, but being next to Cella seemed to reduce it as she picked the girl up, bridal style, and whispered reassurances about getting home quickly as the blonde cuddled into her, tired from the events of the day.
--
This was the inevitable. She should've expected this.
The girl shivered, trying to cover up her naked body with her long red hair.
She hadn't even a name.
Her parents had kicked her out after 6 simple years of ignorance and abuse when she was forced to care for herself.
She should've known... she should've known...
"Hey! Is anyone there!?"
"I think I see someone! Let's hurry!"
People ran towards her, and the girl closed her eyes tight, accepting her fate, when her eyes snapped open as someone squat down
Sequence:
Chapter 1, Introduction of Molly, Cella, Mia, and explanation of their world through their conversation.
Molly goes to Mia and Cella who live in big school that she wants to use, and tells them about her plan; Molly finds out they're artists; They agree.
Chapter 2-3; teaser scene for Missy;Introduction of Elizibeth as the three go to Molly's house to get proof of plan/help her move into school and learn Elizibeth's past as Molly explains it. The Candid Patrol are introduced as they come through, scanning for rebellion, and one of the Candid Patrol are killed, hinting at the Art-sassins.
Chapter 4: Introduced a few artists who have heard about them through rumors, and are offered to stay there and learn art. Go into time machine for first time, with Elizabeth and live through Nazi Germany's art suppression. Missy comes at end of chapter and greets sister(Cella). Cliffhanger.
Chapter 6: Explained Missy's reasons for being there, Missy and Cella's relation(sisters), and their past. Mia yells at Missy. Explained how Mia and Cella met, bits of Mia's past, and Cella and Mia explain everything about their past.
Chap. 7: Society Day introduced and explained. Society Day is where Candid Patrol forces the outcasts to put on a big fair as they and other celebrities pick out artists to go into Society and work for them; Missy Is almost assassinated, and it hits Cella instead, they pursue fleeing assassins. Art-sassins introduced.
Chap. 8: They try to go into time machine a second time, with Elizibeth and Molly, and Lillia, one of Candid Patrol catches them and pulls them out. first scene made.
Chapter 9: More artists are obtained for the school as the Artist-ocrats go through the black market and spread the word faster.
