It is the night of the 2nd day of april 1867. It is a busy night in California. The common people come and go, cars are moving up and down. Yet in the far a faint almost unnoticeable cry can be heard, a scream from an abandoned mineshaft.
A body is tossed to the ground...still quivering in fear.
"Already giving up? Pathetic..."
"Sister! i think we already done it. He wont tell anything else."
The Young girl wobbled with her cane to a stone slab and slowly sat down.
"It's your turn now...."
From the eeire dark a huge shadow emerged, slowly walking toward the man. In the moonlight the figure stand out. The woman squat down to the man who still on the ground shaking.
*Sigh*
"I don't think we get anything out of him. We might as well give him to the sheriff."
The two girls tied him on the horse and went to the sheriff.
After a few minutes the three arrived to Officer Adam. The local sheriff. An old, fat, man with a big mustache on his face and a stupidly big oversized hat.
"Nana and Sasha Vasilyevich! My two favorite headhunters! You have cought Johnathan finally!"
"Yup." said Nana as she get down from the horse.
"It wasn't an easy job. The guy knows how to hide." Continued Sasha as she was helped down from the horse by Nana.
She get her cane and started walking to Adam. He wasn't a tall man. Infact he is average height but Sasha's uncomfortably small stature even for her age made him larger than it was.
"enough of the small talk." said Nana as she put Johnathan into the prison cell.
"Where is the money?"
"So Materialistic." Adam said while putting down the money.
"50 US dollar was it?"
Nana is a shrewd person. Not as gifted as her stepsister but still above the norm. She knows how the world works and understand what moves it. The smilling face of Alexander Hamilton on the green bank note.
Nana after picking up and tucking it into her beige colored leather raincoat stepped closer to the wanted wall. She is very tall. Taller then most men which is, annoyed her to some extent. As she lean down a bit to get a closer look found...
emptiness. No one is on the list.
"No one is currently wanted." said Adam.
After a small silence Nana left a big sigh out and went out for a smoke. She is a strong smoker. She is doing it since childhood from the streets of Los Angeles.
Her sister step closer to her.
"Now what?"
asks Sasha
"I don't know what will you do..but i know what i will."
"Oh good God.."
Said Sasha in a griefly tone.
"To get half ass drunk of course!"
Replied Nana already pumped.
Sasha looked around to see the sheriff wasn't looking at us. Then she leaned forward covering her mouth with her left hand.
"What about the Donatellos? That guy was part of them. You know they still after us after YOUR LITTLE incident!"
Sasha was the mind of the team. She fell into a cauldron steaming, hot learning potion when she was little, that is why many of her features are a bit stange. Increadibly short. Around 4.6ft (142cm). At the age of 14th Locks of gray hair showing amongst her natural brown hair. Her left leg is permanently fused to some degree that no magic or potion can fix. Yet does not care. She learned everything from that point and yet there is still more she wants.
"Is it my problem that he is stupid?" Nana retaliate almost breaking the balcony.
Nana on the other hand the opposite. While her stepsister is calm and collected, she loses her temper too often but always fight her way out. Very tall At 6.1ft (189cm) towering over everyone by far. She is brawny but her black armour and leather coat does not give that away. Yet the most peculiar feature of her is her right arm. It is made of metal. From shoulders to fingertips all are made from an alloy that is able to stand the test of time. She doesn't remember how she got it and where is her original arm but it saved her many times.
"S..Sorry.. I don't want to argue over this.."
said Nana in a lot more calmer voice.
"No problem...We should head home. Father waits us."
Nana after almost destroying the sheriff's station again decided to not go to the bar and instead go home and sleep finally.
they arrive to the small crumbling house of their father.
"Good night Father." they said unanimously.
The father name is Vasily. Old man with a long silky beard. He is an immigrant from Russia.
Coming here for a better life yet instead had to work twice. Factories make potions faster and better than the wizards of old. Soon this job will be forgotten.
"Ohh Dobroy nochi (Good Night)! Are you both okay?
Said Vasily while handing them a small health potion.
"Thank you Father but we are good now....we just need to rest. Said Sasha refusing the potion.
Nana thumped down to her bed breaking it.
But she didn't cared for it and fell asleep instantly.
Vasily started laughing knowing that she wont be awaken even by a shooting cannon.
"I guess she was tired. I am going to sleep too have a good work!" said Sasha
"Have a good sleep!" said Vasily.
The seconds become minutes. The minutes to hours, but it wont end. Nana having another nightmare. Seconds of a past life. A life that she is forgotten or she just repress it. A ship and water, Strange symbols and a...me? no.. a face of me distorted blackened hair and green eyes like jade. All a mess but what all of this means? She have to find out, Or else. The dreams never end.
After waking up in 9'clock in the morning she venture out of her room. Sasha still sleeps in the bed next to her. Nana sneak out to see her stepfather working already.
"Good morning..." Nana said in a half asleep state.
"Ohh Dobroye utro (good morning) Nana!
just in time, could you get that dragonblood for me from the top shelf?"
"Of course."
She took the small veil from the shelf and gave it to him.
"Ahh. Soon it will be finnished! it took its sweet time but it will be the purest! Those fat cats can't make this pure healing potion!" Finished Vasyl with a deep cough.
"Is there something wrong Nana? you seem to be worried. Are you in trouble again?"
continued Vasily with a more serious tone to it.
"No i am just...had a bad dream...I just head out. Buy ammo and food... Do you need anyhing?"
"Well if you say soo. You could try and buy me some Ghost tears if you don't forget." Vasily replied.
"Alright.. Goodbye!"
"Proshchay (goodbye)!
The door creaked and Nana went out to see the world.
The town they lived in was small. roughly 500 people lives here. Most of them work in the nearby mines. For a small town it had everything that its citizens might need. A bar and casino, a sheriff, a bank, a general store, lots of guns, and a brothel..for the men. Nana went into all of them for different reasons multiple times.
As she went to buy some ammo and check out what the hell is a ghost tear she heard a sound that is all to familar to her. The sound of beating someone. As she went to check out the sound she found 3 guys from an unknown gang beating a rich guy. Nana wasn't keen on helping the rich at first but she thought it might give her a reward after it. So with all her might shouted at the three.
A loud "Hey!" has been heard by the three men.
They are rather strange not the common thugs Nana encounter daily. They wear a big cloak like the priest has but not the same. Nana didn't cared for them let alone what they wore.
"Leave that man alone!"
Nana said pointing at them.
The attackers fled forward leaving the place and the man on the ground. A huge sigh has left Nana's lips than said:
"Fuck..now i have to hunt them."
She put her hands into the pockets of the raincoat then slowly started walking toward the man on the ground while lights a cig with her fire magic.
She stood there for half a second then squat down to see the man closer. put two of her finger on the neck to see the pulse. Luckily he was still alive. Putting her hands on his shoulder and gently shaking. Trying to get him back to his senses.
"Oi! Are you alright? Do you know your name?"
Asking Nana to see if he didn't get hit in the head to much.
Nana was there seeing the cuts and bruises they did to him. And something happened. Something straight from the fairy tales. The man healed infront of her own eyes. As the man regenerated at an incredible speed.
Nana stood up still in disbelief.
The man opened his eyes and stood up.
Gently straightened his necktie and yawned the dirt of his expensive tuxido and went to search his hat as if nothing happened...