Lucy's Promise

Prologue

A young man stepped out of the shadows of an unknown location. His lean muscles stretched under his skin tight tank top as he yawned. A book hovered next to his head, a pencil scribbling something down. "Why must we meet so late?" he complained.

Another man stepped into the moonlight of the abandoned warehouse's glass ceiling at the younger's eleven o'clock. His broad shoulders captured his frame perfectly in the dim lighting. His chocolate brown hair seemed to shine and his eyes were the color of emeralds. "It good for your body to be active!"

The younger sighed and shook his blue bed head. "You can't move at all hours of the day. Your body will exhaust itself, Vigor."

An older woman tapped her foot twice, starting the meeting. "Vigor, Humility, please seize your petty arguing. I call this meeting to order."

"Why are the three of us the only ones here? Where are the others?"

"They are busy taking care of our...uh...guests. On that note, I gathered you here to speak of our visitors."

"You mean the human and the weird one?" Vigor asked.

"The weird one is called an Exceed if I remember correctly," she clarified.

"Gen, when are we gonna be able to get rid of them? They're so annoying," whined Humility.

Vigor piped in. "Yeah, the exceed cries all the time and can't put a cork in it. C'mon, Gen, let's just throw them in the snow."

The maiden scoffed. "That's Generosity to, Vigor. I don't appreciate your childishness."

Vigor threw his hands towards Humility, stammering to retaliate. Generosity's icy blue eyes glared daggers at the gold medalist, daring him to speak. Vigor shut his mouth. His hands fell to his sides and he looked at his feet. Generosity flipped her long, curly black hair.

"Getting back to the matter at hand, Confidence says that the Exceed is with child. She is due within the month. When that happens, she'll have a short period of time to give the child away."

"Hey, Gen, do you know what their baby's going to look like? You know, with it being a hybrid."

"That's irrelevant. We have a little over a two weeks to prepare for this new arrival. We cannot know for sure whether it will be on time or not. For now, Humility, I want you to move them to a more comfortable room where they can dwell."

"I'll do see what I can do," Humility chimed. He bowed before vanishing in the shadows. The floating pencil in his book did one last final stroke and the book turned around. The sketch looked almost real. It was a marvelous sketch of Generosity. She had a serious look on her face and was facing towards the right, seeming to be arguing a point.

"Beautiful as ever, Humility," Generosity complimented.

"T-thanks..." His voice died out as he left the warehouse.

A cloud covered the moon and the building fell into darkness. Boxes clattered and metal scraped against the ground. As the light slowly returned, Vigor pressed a knife to Generosity's neck. "Oh dear, Vigor. At it again? This is really getting old."

Vigor scoffed. "I just want to see your body bleeding on the floor," he hissed in her ear, his voice poisoned with venom.

Generosity flicked her wrist, sending Vigor flying into metal crates. "Please, every time you try, you know who wins."

"You think that'll stop me?"

Generosity raised her hand. Invisible hands gripped at the gold medalist's neck and lifted him into the the air. "My Wind Manipulation says yes."

He writhed, clawing at nothing and gasping for breath.

The Manipulator's eyes narrowed menacingly as she scowled deeply, wrinkling all her features. "As I have said before. I am tired of your childishness. I saved you from death and this is how you repay me? By attempting murder? I won't stand for it. Next time you act against me, I will personally see to it that you never draw another breath on this God forsaken Earth." She dropped her hand to her side, Vigor collapsing to the ground and coughing.

"You are a retched human," he mumbled.

Generosity smirked mischievously. "Who dares to say I am human?"

Vigor's eyes widened as she vanished into the darkness. He was left on his own.

Just like he was back then.