If You Can't Take My Sass, Fuck Outta Existence

1 | Atalanta

Atalanta may be powerful, intimidating, and downright gorgeous, but none of it did wonders to her upcoming undercover mission. Strapping the last of her hidden armour under her clothes, she took in a deep breath and swept into the bar.

The bar was crammed, and indefinitely bursting with shrieks and laughs. Her eyes scanned the visible crowds, who were all drunk like dirt.

By the main counter, the crowd gathered at the site was the largest and seemingly the soberest among everyone else. She bit the insides of her cheeks, and approached them. She needed information. She needed to complete this mission. She wanted to turn her head and flee out of this place.

She daren't shorten the distance between the crowd and her. At the very center, there was another girl, and an alien. Both of them were holding mugs the size of her head as they chugged it down like it was breathing air. The girl drained the cup under ten seconds. She slammed the cup into her supposed drinking opponent's head and it shattered into glass shards.

The alien's head broke and glass stood out of his skull. He fell to the ground, dead as blood splattered across the ground.

"ANYONE ELSE?" the girl thundered. In the dark, only her silhouette was visible. Her arms were slender with the hint of a muscle. She was as tall as Atalanta, if not, slightly taller.

The crowd fell silent. As cleaners dragged the alien's body away, no one dared to meet the girl's eyes. In the dark, Atalanta could only make out her figure. She set her glasses to night-vision mode, and she could catch a full glimpse of her.

Her heart stopped cold. She was looking at the #1 Villain basically anywhere in the galaxy. She had chocolate skin and grey hair, and she looked surprisingly like a human.

"You!" Shizuko pointed a finger at Atalanta. "You wanna go a few rounds? I'm still sober!"

Not for long you won't be, Atalanta thought.

She forced a smile. "N – no thanks. I'm just looking for something."

Shizuko raised an eyebrow, disappointment spread across her expression. "Oh, come on! It'll be fun. I won't kill you. Much anyway!"

"I really can't." Atalanta started to back off. This could be more than she could handle. She activated her powers and used it on Shizuko. "Can you tell me where KristaBot is located?"

Shizuko's expression faltered. "Located at the organization APSHU."

The crowd tittered amongst each other nervously. Shizuko never told anyone anything for free.

"Thank you!" Atalanta smiled. She began to head for the exit.

Just as she turned, a force collided with her back, most likely a fist. The power was enough to send her flying, but she regained her bearings before she created a new crater in the wall. That wall did not need any new additions to its collection, most of it created by the same person.

Shizuko grinned widely. "Armour? Finally, someone with brains tricked me! I waited for this for so damn long!"

Atalanta couldn't tell whether she's delusional or just a crackpot. Despite her protection layers absorbing fatal damage, it still stung like the blunt of the knife being dug into her back by Captain America.

"You're going to let me go?" Atalanta asked hopefully, already unsheathing her daggers from her pockets.

Shizuko cracked her neck. "Like hell I would! Survive me and we'll see!"

Atalanta had two choices: Try to outrun her and request for backup, or take her head on and don't request for backup. From what her glasses tell her, she has low blood pressure and she's prone to her mind control. If she could time everything right, she might be able to take Shizuko down without breaking a sweat.

But then there's the crowd of villains. They had all gathered to spectate their possibly one-sided massacre, and if they want revenge, Atalanta wouldn't stand a chance. She had ability, raw power, but they were great in sheer numbers. Judging from the punch that she had thrown at her, she'd break her bones with a grip.

"Come on, you can't outrun me!" Shizuko beamed. "So, die or die?"

Without an answer, she charged at Atalanta head-on with bare hands. Her movements were fluid. She moved like a fox.

Atalanta gripped her daggers as Shizuko approached with alarming speed. She tried to grab her neck, but all Shizuko grabbed was a fistful of air. Atalanta used this moment to duck and stabbed at Shizuko's abdomen, but Shizuko whirled around and grabbed Atalanta's hand to stop her.

"Let go," Atalanta commanded.

Shizuko let go. She realized what she had done and giggled. "Congratulations! You're the first to tell me what to do!"

Atalanta checked her right wrist. It was bruised. If she doesn't react fast enough next time, she won't be able to use a keyboard properly anymore. That was one thing she feared.

"You will obey me." Atalanta voice was laced with steel and no room of resolve. "Without any negotiation."

"Okay!" Shizuko chirped. "Even if your voice thingy is broken!"

Atalanta looked down to her watch. Her watch wasn't on her wrist. Shizuko tossed her the watch with more force than intended. (Maybe.) It landed on some guy's face and knocked the guy out. A stammering villain picked it up and groveled by Atalanta's feet, begging her not to kill him.

She was suspicious, of course.

Atalanta brushed her hand through her black hair, mind screaming with doubt. Shizuko was well-known for breaking out of prisons and pranking her captors afterward. No one knew her motive, but it sure was damn annoying.

Then the doors behind Atalanta exploded.

No exaggeration. The doors literally blew into splinters. Smoke emerged from the explosion. Atalanta herself was alright, but for the villains standing in front of the door weren't so lucky.

"Hands up in the air!" a voice screamed. "You are all under arrest for illegal drinking and drug consumption!"

Shizuko tapped her chin as if she was considering. "Um, why not? Plot twist! My schedule is as flat as your chest!"

The lead girl with black hair and emerald green eyes grinned wildly at her. "Yeah? Great! Because you'll be rotting in jail!"

"Like your chances of getting a boyfriend!"

"Aw— that hurts!"

Atalanta watched the exchange between an official and a villain. You put crazy and crazy together doesn't necessarily create something sane. They're crazier than any levels she had ever witnessed.

Before she can process anything, the girl had wrapped cuffs over her hands and she was shoved into a cell on a ship.

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Behind The Scenes: [Conversation]

Amethyx: w h a t  n o w

Glace: I suppose we should give Atalanta a motive?

Amethyx: Like?

Glace: Something noble. Something larger than her life.

Amethyx: Hold my beer.

Amethyx: /slaps cheesy idea made up in five seconds on the planning board/