Criminals and gangs stalked the blood stained streets, damage street lamps flickering, casting werry shadows on the pavement.
In the shadows of these oh so dangerous roads, lurked the sneaking group of troublemakers and two youtubers. The leader of the group held to fingers high, swishing them in the air, as a signal to move forward.
The minions followed, eyeing thier target with sharp hard eyes. The leader leaped from the roof of the rickety old apartment, the rest, of course, following lead like ducklings following their mama. He stood still and silent, back agenst the wall, his workers hiding safely behind him, ready for instructions.
The leader circled two fingers in the air, and like a swift breeze blowing across a feeled of wheat, the gang members started work, departing to different stations, some working on the door, others going for the security watch camera's.
Even in the darkness of the blood tainted town of red, the leaders smirk still shimmered, fangs seeming to glow with cocky confidence and twinkles like in animes. He glanced back at the four who had stayed behind him in the ebony shaded corner.
"It seems I've left you all frozen," he said, "speechless?" The smallest in size of the five in hiding scoffed, "keep dreaming Edward." They said. Dark rolled his crimson red orbs that still shined in the dark, pulling Ace closer by thier waist, "i don't need dreams," he said, "I've got my angel."
Ace dry heaved, shoving the demon gang leader away with lil' force, groan in much annoyance after his action was writen in time, "let's just get Mark and get that date over with."
Ace could have sworn to God and Satan, that they felt thier guts and organs twist and flip out of place in the mere disgust they felt at the sound of the wretched word. The eldest smirked, his aura so thick and suffocating, "with pleasure, gorgeous."
As the young teen glared sharpened daggers at the sly demon in front of them, the worker that was stationed at the door had successfully unlocked it, the stern metal plact opened with a fine swoosh that sounded in through the sirens of the police vehicles. "Nice job as always, Aaron." Dark said, the gang member nodding and stepping aside for the five. They may act all careless and tough, but they do know when to act serious and mature, especially for missions.
"I could have done that much faster." Aya mutters under her breath, glaring harshly at the other hacker as they follow Dark into the shelter that held the victim.
The air in the cold metal bunker was heavy with dust, you could see a whole sand storm even in the very dim light of your eyes adjusting in the dark. The prison lingered with an eerie aura that suffocated and towered the five, causing Jack and Felix's steps to become slightly shaky and unbalanced.
Dark swiftly reached in his back pocket, slyly sliding out his phone, reading over some code or message displayed in a bright green. Ace loomed quietly over his shoulder, attempting to sneak a word out of the message, but it was writen horribly in a different language, or so it seemed. It honestly looked like a jumble of letters through together by a toddler and claimed as a sentence.
Dark shut the phone down, inserting it back into his back pocket, seeming to read over the scribbles of words with much ease, that made Ace huff and suspicion cross his mind.
"Alright," the demon started "my boys say your sex slave in down the hall, take the vent to get there quicker." He directs the four's eye's over to a bearly noticeable darker plotch in the wall across from them, that would have easily been missed without a hint.
The smallest teen glances back at the gray skined man, still uncut faded pastel hair swishing slightly even with no breeze picking up, "and where will you be going?" Thier tone held curiosity along with unsteady agreement as they spoke with a raspy voice. "I will go after the phyco, he's in the opposite room." The darkest one gripped a pistol from a holster strapped to his belt, eye's gleaming as he stared at the teen.
