Death's Trials (An Original Superhero Story)

7•Gravity is not my Friend•7

A/N: Hey, I'm back!

So, it has been half a year, I know. And I made this chapter especially long for you guys. But I didn't want to make it too long so I split it up and this is the first half.

Is anybody actually still reading this?

Well, one can hope.

Saturday. 6:33. The UnderGround.

•Dani•

The silence unnerved me, just the slightest.

The UnderGround was rarely ever quiet. Usually it was filled with laughter (or cackling, to be more accurate), shouts and crashes. At the entrance you'd be able to hear everything from who was at the pool table to the most recent sucker to get their money eaten by the vending machine. Sound traveled easily in the tunnels, there was constantly an echo of one thing or another.

But it was a Saturday. Six AM on Saturday, no less. The only people down there would either be crazy, bored out of their mind or have business.

I was the latter. After yesterday's episode I had texted Viv. We had agreed to meet here early so he could get back to his civilian life undetected.

The Witches, however, seemed to fit into that first category.

The Witches were another group, like the Devils. They were sisters who were at the very least in their late twenties. I figured they were probably mid thirties, though. As I pushed back the gate to the front room, suppressing a wince as a loud creak broke the silence, I ran into someone.

Four someones, to be exact.

"Fancy seeing you here, Darky." The one with a scar on her jaw grinned.

"Hey there, cutie." The tallest smirked.

"Nev'r pick'd ya' for 'n early bird!" The shortest let out a loud and- for lack of a better word -witchy laugh.

"Pleasure, as always." The last one, who had spidery purple veins bulging from her neck, said politely. Her face was blank but I could see the corner of her mouth quirk up ever so slightly.

"Elva, Ona, Una, Idlo." I nodded at each one of them.

All of the Witches had dark skin, frizzy, curly- apart from Idlo -black hair and the same crazy glint in their eyes. Ona was the oldest, probably one of the oldest in the whole UnderGround. She called everyone 'handsome' or 'cutie' or 'love', like she was a strange, insane Mom, of some sort. Her left eye was glass, though it was barely noticeable. She only ever took it out when she needed to.

Elva was next in age, the scar that started at her jaw and crossed down to her neck stood out against her otherwise flawless skin. She liked making people uncomfortable and flirted with anyone, even the Devils, just to get a reaction.

The second youngest and shortest was Una (though it was pronounced Yuna and she'd claw the eyes out of anyone who got it wrong). Una's accent didn't sound like it came from anywhere specifically, it was just her voice. But, despite having the loudest, clearest cackles, she always sounded like she was mumbling. Even when she wasn't.

Finally, Idlo. The youngest and odd one out. Not just for her neck, though. While the others' eyes were various shades of brown, her's were grey. Like her Father, I had been told.

Apparently, that wasn't a good thing.

I knew that the veins on her neck were a mix of two things. She had been hit with something a long while ago, before I had even come to town. Whatever it was, it had remained inactive until something went wrong in The Great Heist.