!OLD VERSION! Please check the rewritten one, 'Lyfers: Downtown'!
A supernatural romance about surviving your traumas, overcoming toxic relationships, earning your gang's respect and finally understanding what love feels like.
Leto is that one girl...
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She always liked this contrast : light coming out of darkness so intensively it could make her go blind, darkness so heavy it could make her believe no light ever existed. She also loved the sound of raindrops hitting the road. It made her think of long walks, lonely walks, walks at night, sometimes just walks. It made her feel a little less alone, a little less lost. But it could also make her fall deeper into her thoughts, and these days, she would hate the rain.
Who was this girl, walking all by herself at midnight, under the street lamps' light, sweatshirt's hood on her head, barely covering her long, flowing brown hair? Maybe just another stranger, maybe this story's protagonist. Maybe a little bit of both.
– No! No! Stop! Please! Please, let me go!
She suddenly stopped, looking around, searching where the screams were coming from. She discerned two silhouettes in a corner, and headed there, without rushing, her face as cold as the night she was walking in.
– P-please, don't kill me! I beg you, let me live!
A black-haired young man was pressed against a wall, arms raised to defend himself from the woman in front of him.
– Too late, kiddo. I've ran out of time. It's you, or me.
– No! No!
She stood behind them, hands in her hoodie's pockets.
– Hey, you two.
The red-haired woman sighed, turning around to face her.
– Too late to you too, bitch.
In a quick motion, she turned back and snapped her fingers: in less than a second, the boy was laying on the floor, dead, blood running out of his already pale lips.
– So, what ya gonna do, sweetie? You're no Lyfer, your hair is as basic as that idiot's.
– Coloration, bitch.
The brown-haired girl raised her hand in the air, and suddenly, the assailant was floating up, getting strangulated by an invisible force.
– What you took did not belong to you, you freaking thief.
With her free hand, she drew a line from the woman to the dead boy, and roles changed: the previously murderer dropped dead while the other woke up, catching back his breathing.
– Uh...! What... What happened?!
He sat back, watching the girl, frightened. And her crouching next to him did not arrange that.
– P-please...
– I'm not going to kill you, dummy. Are you okay?
– How could I be? Did you see what she's done to me?!
– Well, you're alive again, dumbass, that's a good start.
She got back on her feet, and was about to leave when he caught her arm. She turned in a swift move, so used to be in danger she discretely readied her free hand to fight back if needed.
– Wait...!
– What?
– T-thank you... For saving me. Or... Err, I don't know what you did, but eh, thank you.
– You're welcome, dummy. Try not to get killed again, I might not be around next time.
– Of course!
He gave her a smile, which surprised her: although he looked older than her, he acted like a kid.
– One last thing!
– Yeah?
– What's your name?
She hesitated a bit before answering:
– I'm Leto.
– Nice to meet you, Leto! I'm Taemin!
– Okay, dummy. Although we might not meet again. Take care.
She finally left the place, as slowly as she arrived, and he could not take his eyes off her. And when she got out of sight, he smirked, taking his phone out of his pocket.
– It's done, Chief.
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