Monster Roulette

Mission One: Mob Meeting and First Impressions

Everything was cold… and dark. But then it grew bright and hot with scorching flames. Then, as soon as I thought it was over, an explosion sounded off and quickly devoured my bloodied body in flames. The next thing I knew it, I woke up in bed, a sweating mess at that.

"What the… what the Hell…" Apparently the life that just literally blew up in front of my face was my previous life. It looked like it was the eighties, and I, at the time, was a struggling and timid waitress at my family's diner. We were struggling to meet ends of our bills and debt that we were stuck in with the mob that was supposed to "protect" us. A protection fee if you'll put it.

Anyways, I had gotten home from doing errands. Only to find my entire family slain in a bloody mess. I tried running away, but I was too late. The guys that were supposed to protect us had slain us all. Including me. But before I totally blacked out, I saw them pour gasoline on every one of our bodies and then light the place on fire. Next thing I knew, they were gone, scot free while we burned in our anguish and pain. Soon enough, the fire reached the burning gas stove that my mom must've left on. It all ended there.

My soul was practically burning with rage. Fuming on how I remembered all this. I didn't know whether things have changed since then about the entire incident, but I know one thing for sure. Is that my current situation hasn't changed AT ALL. But I suppose it was better than living on the streets, which I was as a child in my new life. My new parents had abandoned me for reasons I can't remember and I had lived off the streets from when I was five till sixteen. The owner of the place I was living now was generous enough to welcome me with open arms and I wasn't alone. A girl a little younger than me also stayed with us. She told me that she was an orphan like me but her parents were offed by the Mafia when she was eleven. And that the owner was a friend of her parents. The owner herself wasn't that old at all either. She was probably in her early or mid thirties? Have to ask again.

But regardless, in return for offering me a place to stay, she expected me to earn my keep and be a waitress at her bar that also served as a gathering place for mob info. I can really tell that Lady Fate was doing her absolute damnedest to make sure I see the irony in this that both my lives have come to. Either way, both me and Samaria, the girl I talked about, both serve as waitresses and intel gatherers from our "patrons". The owner, Ignite, was a bit reluctant on letting Samaria into the business since she was technically her goddaughter. But Samaria insisted that she'd do it. If not for herself but for her parents. Me? I really don't have much of a noble cause like the one she sent herself out to do. Do I want revenge on the bastards that killed me and my family? You're damn right I do. But I can't let that be my only goal. My goal? To bring all the mafias to their knees. Either by taking over them one Mafia at a time or just manipulate them to annihilate each other… eh. Whatever works best. By the end of the day, blood will ultimately be stained on my hands. And frankly, if it's those bastards blood, then I could care less.

Just then a knock was at the door. Samaria, a young twenty two year old Arabian woman with long dusty brown hair and brown amber eyes looked at her with concern.   

“Selene, are you alright?” she asked in her thick native accent.

I gave her a small smile. "Yeah Sammy, I'm fine. Just a nightmare. I'll be getting up now." The young woman nodded and left to go downstairs to the bar to work.

Oh yeah! I should probably introduce myself, the name's Selene Flare. And no, both names are not my real names. I pretty much had to give up on both of them when my parents left me in that alley. So I just chose a name that rolled off the tongue. Either way. I brushed out my long white and blue highlighted hair as I stared at myself in the mirror with my red eyes.