The Heartbreakers

Chapter 1

        Machina City, what a wonderful place. Tipsy groups of girls laughing uncontrollably, swaying on their heels. All of the shadowed forms of people walking around downtown late at night were being accentuated by the bright pink and magenta lights radiating from the skyscraper buildings. Those expensive, smoothly gliding cars soaring through the air and landing in parking spots. Those floating, thin screens that advertised the hit new piece of technology blinded anyone within a close vicinity of them. Some suspicious looking men wearing hoodies made their way through the shadow consumed parts of the city, darkened eyes darting to and fro. This was the futuristic, comforting but dangerous, and steampunk city everyone has come to love. Why? Well, it was the physical form of what everyone in the past imagined the future to be. It was filled with hopes and dreams, it held a mysterious aura and an exciting sense of danger to it. It was the fantasy of every person who enjoyed a good sci-fi book or movie. But... reality hits hard. Those that come to Machina City really only get the snobby and pompous rich people who flaunt their technology, the extremely drunk and high groups of party goers, but worse of all.....
Gangs.
There were so many, all running under the same mob that liked to remain inconspicuous for the most part. Nobody has ever seen the physical form of those in said mob, and honestly, everyone is glad to have never bumped into them. So many rumors have circulated around about them over the past couple of years. Some believe that they invent illegal weaponry and technology, others say they helped to mix and match new kinds of drugs to sell. Well... those are the least hardcore of the rumors. There have been speculations and tales of them mixing up DNA of different lab animals in order to create new creatures. It then moved up to them kidnapping people in order to test out this whole DNA mixing experiment on them. Then of course there's the craziest rumor.... that they work with magic and mess with voodoo dolls and evil spirits and stuff like that. Yeah, that's the least of anyone's worries, because stuff like magic, and weird creatures, and evil spirits don't exist... right? Well, that's besides the point, a lot of people are scared off from these rumors, and residents of this city have such a blast scaring tourists with such ridiculous tall tales. Hell, people don't even think the mob exists anymore, and if it does, the worst they could possibly do is the hardcore realistic stuff, like turf wars and kidnapping and trafficking. You know... real stuff like that. The city was a beautiful place, that's for sure, it's contrasting black and bright magenta pink color scheme catching the eyes of almost everyone. Everyone goes about their night as normal, laughing, singing, yelling.... cars beeping, loud music, so many sounds that drown the ears of everyone passing by. There was the rhythmic clacking of heels along the dirty sidewalks, the shouting of drunk people fighting, the screeching and huffing of cars coming to and fro. That soft, humming and whirring sound that satisfied everyone could be heard in the air, bringing forth the sight of those AirCars that everyone wished they had.
This was Machina City.

A tall, curvy, and somewhat muscular figure danced through the night in her heels and skin tight, dark pink dress. Her hair was short and swooped over near her right eye, being a strange dark greyish-taupe color. She had alluring, dark magenta eyes that caught the sights of almost just about anyone. Her skin was a smooth and dark olive color, only adding on to her strange and enticing beauty. She clutched onto a magenta hand purse, allowing a thin grey jacket to warm her through the chilly night. She hummed, her eyes closed and a smirk overcoming her features for a heartbeat. She approached an all too familiar building to her, a brightly lit nightclub by the name of Club Cameó. She's always taken some good Friday nights to visit this place, that's when things got interesting and fun for her in the club. She made her way in, once again showcasing her ID to the bouncer, who immediately came to recognize her and nodded her in. The tall female swiftly made her way inside, catching the hungry stares of a group of guys and girls immediately. She expected the wolf whistles that came her way, and she chose to ignore it and enjoy her night. She sat herself down at one of the bars, catching sight of the apathetic and lonesome bartender. He looked sullen, his gaze hollow and his whole demeanor holding an aura of mystery and sadness. The female sighed, before giving a small smile to the lonesome man.
"May I have just a cocktail please? Thanks," She politely and smoothly spoke out with a sly grin.
The man simply nodded, pouring said drink for her before unenthusiastically passing it to her. The female gladly took it, starting to sip away at the satisfyingly good drink. As she sucked on the tiny straw that was given to her, her eyes scanned the area as she scrutinized every little detail about the lively nightclub. There were bright lights flashing, and neon pink signs and lights lining the walls and ceiling added onto the brightness. As usual, drunken groups of young girls laughed hysterically and obnoxiously, twirling and bumping into each other clumsily as the music went on. Hungry men lit cigars and chugged down glass bottles of beer, some accompanying the females on the dancefloor. The DJ looked bored and tired, her eyes ringed by dark circles as she switched through the songs smoothly. Some people were grouped up and slouched on those plush booth seats, looking bored or anxious. Some couples had their arms slinged around one another, laughing and drinking and simply having a good time. This was a typical Friday night at the Club Cameó, where the place was practically alive and all types of people came down to party. The female smiled somewhat mildly at this observation, sipping mindlessly at her drink. Suddenly, a set of desperate yells rang about, causing the tall female to perk her head up in alarm. She narrowed her piercing magenta eyes, catching sight of a distressed young woman. The poor soul's arm was being tugged ruthlessly by what seemed to be a strong and drunk man, her black hair frayed messily. Her eyes were wide and wild with panic as she kept squirming and trying to release herself from the drunken man's strong grip.
    The female gave a frown, before she finished up her drink quickly. After swiftly sliding some cash to the bartender, she marched her way over to the struggling man and woman. She quickly approached them, giving the woman a soft smile, before her gaze hardened on the man.
    "Excuse me sir, but I think you should let her go," The magenta eyed female said sternly, eyes still narrowed.
    The man stared at her for a moment, before giving out a guttural laugh, releasing a rather bad smelling cloud of breath. Immediately scenting the strong smell of alcohol, the tall female sighed, before grabbing onto the black haired woman's other arm.
    "I'm afraid it seems she doesn't want to go with you, so I'd suggest letting her go," The greyish-taupe haired female repeated, this time a hint of coldness to her voice.
    "No," The man simply stated in a slurred tone, grunting as he tugged harder on the helpless female's arm.
    "P-Please... let me go!" The black haired woman let out a cry, gaining some more attention.
    The magenta eyed girl became more aggravated as she noticed no one else was coming to help, Guess this is all up to me. Sucking in a deep breath and letting out a soft exhale, the much taller female glared darkly at the drunken man.
    "Let. Her. Go," She said with a darkened tone, pushing back the man with a large amount of strength.
    The drunk man growled in annoyance at this, immediately swinging a fist harshly at the magenta eyed female's face. She felt his knuckles come into contact with her nose, and she stumbled back with a grunt of pain. She clutched her hand on her nose, holding out her palm to realize a warm trail of blood was trickling from her nostril. The black haired woman gasped in shock, approaching the now slightly bloodied female.
    "A-Are you okay?!" She asked fearfully, assessing the taller female's state.
    The magenta eyed girl chuckled, before giving her a wink, "Don't worry about me, just stay back okay?"
    "O-Okay," The black haired woman said, giving a shy smile as she stared at the ground.
    The taller female returned a sly grin, before stepping in front of the harassed woman, "Alright dude, you wanna go, then let's go," She growled, before swinging her own fist at the man, causing him to give out a cry of pain.
He was now bleeding from both his nose and mouth, cupping the lower half of his face with a slight whimper. The taller female strutted up to the almost defeated male, harshly grabbing the collar of his shirt before lifting him off of the ground, "Just because you are drunk out of your mind, doesn't mean you get to be a creepy asshole towards girls here," She stated, throwing him to the ground rather harshly, earning collective gasps of shock from the watching crowd.
The music was now lowered as everyone was focusing all their attention on the commotion beforehand. There was a circle formed around the now unconscious man, the tall female, and the black haired woman, who was shivering and shrinking back. The tall female huffed in annoyance, wiping the blood off of her nose with her knuckles. She then glared at the crowd, a scowl coming across her features.
"Don't just stand there like a bunch of dumbasses, call the police to take this asshole away," She snapped, causing the crowd to wince at her harsh tone. She then went up and approached the shaken woman, smiling at her gently as she crouched down to her level.
"Hey, are you okay?" She softly asked.
At first, the female remained silent, merely just shuddering and staring at the tall woman with wide and fearful eyes. She then snapped out of her dazed state, letting a somewhat relieved and shy smile overcome her features.
"Y-Yeah, thank you... thank you so much I-I.. I can't thank you enough for this I-"
She was interrupted by the soft and warm feeling of a finger pressing itself on her lips. Trailing her eyes up slowly, she came to realize it was her savior. She realized how alluring her eyes were, sucking her own black eyes into the enchanting sea of bright but piercing magenta. She had a strong and elegant facial structure, and her eyes were perfectly carved by eyeliner and mascara to accentuate her hypnotizing charm. The shaken woman now let her face flush with heat, and she squirmed back and fiddled with the hem of her red dress.
The taller female gave a sly smirk, before catching the shy woman's attention again with a soft chuckle, "Don't worry, you were in trouble and I wanted to help. By the way, my name's-"
"Missy!!!" A loud and annoyed voice boomed over in their direction. The now smaller crowd dispersed as a stout, short, and rather plump man stormed over to the tall girl and the shaken up woman.
"What the f**king hell is this?!" His plump, pink finger pointed towards the unconscious man on the cold ground, blood still seeping from his nostril and mouth.
Missy sighed, rolling her eyes before crossing her arms in annoyance, leaning against a wall in a cool manner, "That man was attacking this poor woman here. So I did what was the right thing to do, and dealt with it in the most ladylike way. So what?"
"So what?! Hell Missy you're gonna get me some goddamn lawsuits pretty soon with the way ya keep acting!" He shouted, smoothing his hand over his balding head, pushing back some very few strands of reddish-brown hair, "I don't even know why I let you in this goddamn bar anymore!"
"Calm down Lucky, would you have rather let this poor customer continue to be harassed, or have a drunk and possibly dangerous asshole now down so he can't cause anymore harm?" She asked with a hum, raising her eyebrow with a smirk.
Lucky fumed, his plump face reddining with each heartbeat as his lips pursed and he clenched his fists tight. He scowled in frustration, before waving a finger at Missy.
"I swear on my mother's life, if you do this one more time, you can expect yourself to take your ass to drink elsewhere," Lucky growled, before turning his head to hear the familiar sirens outside, the red and blue flashes making their way into the dark but brightly lit clubroom.
The short and plump man facepalmed and grumbled, before fixing up and dusting off his black suit, which was just about ready to pop off of his body. About six or so officers made their way into the club, immediately attracting those cameras on the large screened phones everyone had nowadays. Missy could care less if she ended up on the internet, it's happened before and she barely got any reputation for it. She huffed, before turning to see the curly, black haired woman sobbing softly besides her. Her slightly dark olive cheeks were glazed with a fresh coating of tears, and she sniffled, wiping her nose carefully with a handkerchief.
"Hey, you alright?" Missy crouched slightly down to her level, giving her a soft smile.
"I-I'm sorry... I got you in trouble with the manager... and the police probably," The woman sniffled, her black eyes pearled with streams of tears, her scleras already reddining.
Missy scoffed playfully, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Trust me, Lucky and I are actually very close, he's kinda like my crazy uncle," The woman laughed at the comment, wiping her nose once more. Missy smiled, before continuing on, "And like Lucky mentioned, this has happened before. The police can put the blame on me all they want, but that man is the one to blame," She stated, motioning towards the unconscious figure, now being carried away on a stretcher by a pair of medics.
"Y-Yeah... again, thank you so so much... I owe you," The woman said with a shaky and shy smile.
Missy smoothly grinned, playfully shaking her head, "No no no, you don't owe me anything. But if you really want to pay me back, a drink and talk with you after this is over will be just fine."
The woman smiled, "Sounds like a plan... your name is Missy... right?"
"Mhm!! And yours is?"
"Margherita... my name is Margherita."
"What a pretty name, I'm jealous," Missy said with a smooth smile, earning a round of embarrassed chuckles from the dark haired woman.
    "T-Thanks," She smiled once more, and Missy smiled back.
    "It was no problem."
            "Ma'am, would it be okay if we spoke with you about the incident?" An officer approached the two girls, his expression monotone as he prepared a notepad and pen in his hands.
             "Of course," Missy stated calmly, before she turned to Margherita with a playful smile, "Don't leave me now, I'll be right back."
             "O-Okay," Margherita stated with a shaky smile, fiddling with her silky red dress in a shy manner.
             Missy winked, before following the officer after he motioned for her. Margherita couldn't help but smile, her face flushing with heat once more.
             She's interesting... but I like her, Margherita thought as she couldn't peel her eyes away from Missy's enchanting form.