Rewritten in Blood and Time

- chapter one -

"Scott," I lower my bandana with one fair-skinned palm, stepping out of the shadows to reveal trained mahogany eyes, large like a doe's except sharp and untrusting. Gravity defying hair soaks itself up in smooth curls, looser than most however still evidently ringletted. Its dark taupe sheen appears onyx at times, a startling contrast to my fair skin.

He acknowledges my presence, setting down a cloth, "Sixteen. How can I help you today?"

I take two strides forward, a finger darting out to brush against his unfinished cars, picking up a bit of dust.

"I do not need anything," I state simply, "I have what you need."

From behind my back, I set down a straw rucksack upon the hood of his car, taking a step backwards in order to give Scott room to move.

He eyes it for a minute before cautiously walking towards its lumped figure, stretching the opening further in order to catch a glimpse of the object.

"In perfect condition aswell." Scott assesses, his lips drawing into a thin line.

"I expect payment," I remind him smoothly, staring not unkindly.

He nods at this, furrowing his brows slightly, "five hundred credits, right?"

I lay a palm out expectantly, signalling my yes. Scott taps his screen, and a dark beige rucksack, not unlike the one I gave him earlier, brimming with sharp edged credits falls into my outstretched hand.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Sixteen." He says, in a nonchalant appearance disguising his gratitude.

"As it is with you, Scott." I return the favour, gripping the rucksack carefully in order to find a digital bank without bringing any attention to myself.

I spin on my heel, my feet drumming against concrete as I begin to make my way towards the centre of Terra Technica.
I raise my bandana once more, covering half my face in attempt to remain unseen.
I spot four figures in the distance, attire bright in a dim area, and I narrow my eyes in hopes of seeing them a bit better.

His smile is what draws my attention at first. The gleam caught my eye and now it piques my interest, in the way his dimples create two parenthesis on each side of his mouth or how his pinked lips tilt upward in a curved manner, sycronised with the art of joy. My eyes trail upwards, infused with the curiosity of a new sight. They trace lines into the sleek curves of cheekbones and up toward verdant pools of hilarity, as if sketching a predrawn picture. He runs a pale palm through his mane of flaxen hair, similar to parting a way between waves of silky algae.
I am left thinking of his familiarity, and yet I cannot place it.

"--Cole, I know this Prime Empire place is like a video game paradise for you, but our mission is to find Jay, not to get designer clothes." An ebony haired woman retorted, her clothes ash and blue in a contrasting pattern, slung to create a gi. To what she retorted, I am unaware.

Red Visors, clad in raven black armour, march past me, and I sink into the shadows once again.

"Uh, guys, that mission just got a bit more complicated.." The same entrancing male spoke hesitantly, eyeing the Red Visors with care.

People scatter, the bustling streets no more. They are afraid of them and what is to come. Soon, no one is near except the stubborn group, facing the Red Visors with an unignorable ignorance.

A man fitted in a sleeveless coal gi piped up, rather unhelpfully, "maybe it isn't as bad as it looks -- some games have tutorial assistants who meet new players and teach them how the game works."

The Red Visors raised their weapons, disproving the man's theory, "eliminate the enemies of Unagami!"

A spiked sable haired man winced, clarifying my thoughts for them, "it's as bad as it looks."