C R I M E L O R D S

Chapter 1: Iiyisha's Life

"What makes you so different than all of us," Iiyisha coarsely said. It was a cold night, all of Iiyisha's friends were at a cheap pub in Tuscany, after robbing the people 41 miles away from them. Now, almost all of them are drunk and angry, which is not a good mix.
"I actually can take something with permission," Needa rudely stated. "You don't need to steal to get what you need. You know Sasha wouldn't have accepted this mess out of yo---"
Iiyisha pulls Needa's collar without hesitation.

"Don't you talk about my mother like that again Needa, or I'll beat you cold handedly 'til your face is food for the rats!"
She threw Needa onto the bar table and stabbed her lower arm. Needa yells in agony and her gang gets around her to check if she's okay.
"What the hell was that for Iiyisha," the African lady with green hair said. "She didn't mean it personally."
Iiyisha looks at them with a cold, murdering stare.
"We've dealt through poverty, through terrorists invading our land. We don't do this mainly for the money. We do it to state that we are tired of losing this battle, that we are tired of sleeping in the cold weather. To prove that we deserve better. We are women, and because of it, we are treated like slaves and animals. No more will I stand for this. I plan on doing whatever it takes, even if it means to sacrifice lives. So are you girls going to stand up, or am I the only one who cares."
One of the girls sighed. "Iiyisha, we would love to take our freedom once more in the world, but there are other ways."
Iiyisha rolled her eyes.
"Natasha, obviously you don't know reality. Its 2029, and after all we dealt through, you and Needa still don't get it."
She takes her rusty wallet and puts 5 euros near the tip jar.
"That's why I must depart from the team and do this on my own. If you try and stop me, you are my enemy. And I will not hesitate to stab you."
She left the cheap pub, into the streets of the homeless, the prostitutes and the drunk men. She looked up into the sky and prayed.
"Oh lord, please bring people into their minds once more, and guide me to help the people who are in need. Amen."
She looks down and gently holds the cross part of the necklace wrapped around her. Its says engraved: "To Honor"
She grips a little harder, and then let's go. She moves forward, crossing the roads full of broken glasses of alcohol. The streets reek of vodka and cigarettes. The sidewalks are full of litter: towels, cigarettes, plastic bags. Even some dead rodents that look stabbed.
Drunk and non-drunk men look at Iiyisha with perverted and cold glares. Iiyisha, ignoring them, looks at her watch. Its 23:15 (or 11:15pm, if you don't understand military time). Luckily, she's sober, but still has a tiny migraine. Her body is achy a little bit, ever since the robbery. But like everything else, she ignores that, too.
She goes to her small black motor cycle and starts the engine. She looks at her right arm, thinking of how she lost part of it from saving her younger brother, and how the terrorists that invaded their house ended up taking her mom and dad, killing them slowly and painfully. Remembering every scene, her face turns hostile. She looks up, and breathes in and out. Her face is back her normal "don't mess with me" demeanor. She starts her motor on drive and drives off. She checks for cars before she drives through the the light, even when its showing red. While driving, another motorcycle appears. Its red with a cool, small black checker design on the sides. The person is wearing a gray helmet that hides their face. When both motorcycles stop at the stop sign, the person with the red motor takes off their helmet. She has green hair on the right side of her face, and the other half of her hair is shaved. She has green eyes and looks latina. For her outfit she has a black leather jacket with sharp gems on the shoulder part of them. Underneath, she has a typical white tank top. At the bottom, she has blue jean shorts on with her tank top tucked in, with a cool pair of gems attached to the outer front pocket area, shining in the moonlight. The lady gives off a puzzled look at Iiyisha.
"Its late, and you're wearing that?"
Iiyisha is wearing a hot pink bikini like strapless top with a unzipped white jacket over it. Her right arm sleeve is tied up, showing that she only has her upper arm left. She is also wearing green camouflaged short shorts. Her outfit shows quite the cleavage, so most of the people walking on the sidewalks are all either looking at her funny, pervertedly, or coldly.
Iiyisha looked at her. "And why should I care about what you think?"
The lady shrugged. "You are posing. You should've known that someone was going to call you out."
"I can care less about where those insolent people look."
She sighed. "Wow. Didn't know that you were that type of person. Well, at least your blonde hair looks nice and you can drive without an arm."
Iiyisha looked away from her and blushed a little, trying her best to keep her normal demeanor. "Th-(clears throats) Thanks."
The latina smiled. "No probs. I saw a flyer that had both you and me on it. The police are giving 50 million euros if they find both of us. Since then, I was looking for you."
"Im not planning on partnering up with anyone, if that's what you're asking."
The latina laughed. "No, no, no. I don't rob people. I sell drugs. I actually came here to see why you are such a big deal to the police. I think after seeing you, however, I already know one of the reasons."
Iiyisha looked at her with a cold glare. "Who are you?"
"The name's Lena. Nice to meet you, too, Ii-ye---"
"Its Iiyisha. And if you want to see why I'm a big deal, follow me."
Lena puts on her helmet again. "Alright, amigo."
They both ride off together in the blue midnight sky.