June 19th, 2059. What time was it, again? Ah, yes, 10:28 A.M. Usually, these stories begin sometimes at night or afternoon, maybe because of the beautiful sceneries. The twinkling of the stars, the horizon tinted with the afternoon palette of the middle of the day... right now, the sun was hidden behind white clouds. Shining through those parts of the sky, the sun shined upon the crime scene, the church riddled, soaked, and flooded with the bystanders, the innocents, everyone's blood. Guts, intestines, everything strewn throughout the deck. Yellow tape bordering off the layers of the location, first, there was the entrance. In a widened rectangular-shaped hallway, that's where these insides, intestines, organs, that's where they resided, cut-open bodies, some reorganized parts, eyeballs strewed around. It was a massacre, to say the least.
Step by step, the Detective's feet moved him further and further, inching and moving throughout the bunches of gore, chunks of brain sticking themselves to his bottoms. With boots supporting him, he draped his arm over her knee, examining and checking all of those crushed anatomies. Usually, when superhumans committed a crime, even in the old world with the hierarchy of the Government still in place, they'd attempt to be secret with their crimes. Unless they wanted to be known, make a name for themselves, he, of all people, would know, more than ever. Who's he, you ask? None other than the Fool Detective, the former Iconic Crow Assassin that'd worked under the Boss, Abaddon Kuno, Azazel Karlo. Tapping the back of his pen against his palm as he began to sit up straight, he used his teeth to yank the blood-stained gloves off his extremities and palms,
"Oi, oi. Sorry, I'm late, Azzy. Whatcha got together so far?"
Rivera leaned over his taller shoulder, gazing down at the mess and array of body parts, August winced. Visibly reeling back with a cringed look over his face, pupils scanning over everything, Azazel's pupils momentarily slid over to the left to stare at his partner for a moment. Pushing the coffee against his chest, Karlo held a still frame that remained noiseless, watching as his rival hovered his hands over their destroyed corpses. Parting his lips, optics began to dart at an extraordinary speed, piecing everything together, Azazel couldn't help but smile at this display of intelligence, parting his lips and preparing to bounce information off him.
Pulling himself back and standing straight, August rolled his shoulders backward hearing his neck crack, yawning at the start of his sentence as he began to inform the Detective,
"Alright, from the Four Eyes, I managed to gather some stuff. A usual super strength ability non-enhanced by Requiem strength wouldn't do this much damage to any regular person, even with the added pressure of a flying door. There must be something else we missed, that we didn't account for by focusing only on this main crime scene... sooooo...?"
"When I was entering, I realized that there were strewn parts, body parts. With super-strength, you could easily do this with ease, but there was something... more to it. There were remaining body parts like upper portions, chests, and everything with intestines. They destroyed everyone else, but they decided to leave the others intact, even the destroyed assholes were nothing but pools of blood. Maybe even some eyeballs. Meaning they must have kept that part of that guy for a reason... this sort of reminds me of something, actually,"
The Detective followed after his younger white-haired partner, the Requiem, and his older ally sharing a collective ding that manifested atop the peaks of their mops of strands. White and black, Karlo took a sip from the drink, August doing the same so the loudness of the slurping could vocalize into the church, Azazel using the back of his hand to slap the back of his head. Choking on the drink for a second, Azzy stifled a laugh with a fist to his lips, the Fool watched as the cut-off chest of the innocent bystander that'd been slaughtered by the Infiltrator popped right out of the emerald slice in space to drop into the World's covered paws. In the last part of Azazel's parted discovery, the final sentence had supposedly gone ignored, but the second that the clothing of the person was stripped off... August smothered a gag in his cheeks then swallowing it back down his throat so it'd flow smoothly.
Words were carved right into the middle of his chest, drawn in blood, none other than the menacing greeting that'd usually belong to the deceptive murderous Crow that Karlo dawned. August remembered that iconic scenery, he didn't even get to step right inside before the wind-bending victim Kuno had enslaved attacked him and his future partner. Nevertheless, the Detective would understand these engravings, seeing as how... they only belonged to someone who'd know of his time as an international assassin. It was lettered in small words, yet he could make every part of this message,
"'Your will lives on'... motherfucker,"
"Friends of yours, 'Crow'?"
Unfortunately, Azazel couldn't even manage to muster up a weak retort to that sarcastic inquiry, all he could do was gawk with murderous intent. Staring as the hatred burnt up in his pupils, for not only these disgusting excuses of copycats, but due to the past, he'd been responsible for creating. Tightening his grip against his chest- there was the abruptness of a THOOM as the environment switched around him, with just a simple blink- the words of his friends brought him back to reality,
"Azzy!"
Lifting his head upright, he and Beau made eye contact with one another, the softness and regret in his eyes plain visible with the way the tears threatened to leak out the corners of his blue-colored peepers. Everyone paraded around him, scooting closer, Emma rubbed his nape and cooed his friend, using his head so he could rest it in the corner of her neck. Though he was ready to cry, nothing dripped out, the Detective inhaled shakily, vocals on the brink of breaking out into an array of tears- he reluctantly spoke from the heart,
"I... I'd thought that I moved past everything. That I'd come to terms with everything, that I was manipulated by Kuno. But, I never thought it'd come back to haunt me... not like this ridiculousness,"
Matt scratched at the back of his neck, staring up at Gen so their eyes could connect for a split second, Johnson remembered a feeling of emptiness. Uselessness, how everything he'd say would just amount to nothing, even the things he'd say with Beau would just make everything so much worse. When everyone was plagued with the nastiness of pressure and all else with the Crow, Kuno, and everything, he still valued August's sacrifice. How most of them shunned Az for his involvement with Kuno after being informed about it, as if everyone were jealous of how close he was with August compared to the rest of them. But he was a victim, just as the Reaper were, imagining how childish it was, how pathetic he used to feel- and useless. So blinded by the silliness of youth that he hadn't realized it sooner, he wasn't lesser than anyone, not Beau nor Azazel. He respected the Fool, for who he was underneath the cruel mask- a good person who cared about the people who cared about him. August knew he was destined to say something, but Matt decided to step forward, staring right down at the table.
Fingers gripping the fry, Matthew dragged the salty snack through the ketchup, twisting it around so he could stare at him, then gazing right at it as he began to vocalize out,
"There's no point dragging on about the past. We move forward to the future, fight on. Kuno's dead for good so is the Crow, but the influence of that mask remains in the cogs of time and otherwise. Sorrowing about it and sulking is useless... that's what you'd say, right?"
Genesis stood upright out of her seat, sliding over so she could wrap her arms around his neck from behind pecking his cheek so the couple could laugh together. Taking a bite from the front of the fry drenched in tomato... sauce, Mei shook her head at that sight, ruffling her hair and directing her attention to Azazel, bouncing off of the advice Johnson had just given, she leaned onward against the island scattered with food,
"What he said. Don't worry 'bout it, Az, we'll all take them down. Can't rely on Aug and Uncle Ben for everything. Also, speaking of you, hey, dumbass, we should bring Alex in this- might be some good training material,"
Aug sunk his teeth into the softness of the onion ring, turning his head with his eyes widened, their eyes having all spun toward their Reaper friend. Slowly turning away and skootching far away from them all at the bar counter thing, Emma pulled him back with a laugh. Seeing as how Azazel quietly concluded, silently nodding as Emmy pulled both of their heads into her shoulders. Then stating to Mei,
"Bring out the free sweetssss!"
Everyone, the girls and the guys, all clapped together at the announcement, Azazel shaking his head covering his mouth with a hand so his smile would stay hidden behind his fingers. August warped right behind the board bordering both he and his cousin were previously cut off by, he followed right behind his relative so he could take his pick of the litter. Just then, with Mei and August vanishing behind the corner so they could take the sweets, Karlo's headshot right up, proclaiming with news for everyone,
"Since we're going to be doing this shit, investigating this new 'Crow' group, I took the liberty of making a new department at the Precinct. Luckily, since August is gonna be part of the team, I'm the favorite, and we're all... prodigies, the Commissioner decided to clear my request. Ladies and gentlemen, spoiled white kids, white-washed Puerto Ricans, and the only Asian in the room- {Mei: HEY!} Welcome to the new group responsible for investigating the Crow Mob responsible for the church massacre;
The Abnormal Infiltration Enforcers are ready to move out,"
How to make a mark in this world, he was special... that's what they said, his ex, and his best friend. Legs stretched out over the flat of the platform his girthy window, his fingers dug into the squishiness belonging to the stress ball. It's only been a few days since then when Whitney had tried to punch him when Hazel decided to slap some sense into him. With no classes today, his disheveled hair messed around from the way he'd woken up maybe an hour or just a few minutes ago, the Judgment yawned. Head leaning back, it was as if his hands were drawn as he covered his face... Alex shook his head. Rolling his eyes, he rubbed his eyes digging into his pocket so he could tie his hair up sliding his feet over the edge of the platform. Now sitting forward, he bunched up an immense amount of hair holding the tie in his mouth, Amara walked around pulling open the counter to find some hair gel. Then realizing how much of an idiot he was, he went for the bathroom sliding his palms, each of them moving against one another gently skidding his fingers against the middle of his hands. Just as he was about to open the door using his telekinesis, the knob was grabbed by the girl on the other side, unhinging and widening it- there she was in all of her glory.
Her hair bunched up in a bun drenched in water, the shirt she'd dawned over her bust and below that was way bigger than her usual clothing. Al placed his hands on both her cheeks, to which she followed sliding her hands gripping his nape, Rose's smile reflected in the whiteness in his snowy orbs. She truly was such a beautiful girl, right in front of him, for all of eternity- he could feel the pull of fate, ever since they'd been kids... they were destined to be together. Their lips met for a good amount of time, interlocked by physical touch, Alex let go of her with a satisfied laugh so she could walk into their room. Rose laughing too, he laid a hearty slap on her rear as he walked over to the mirror opening the mirror so he could take some of the stuff slide his locks back.
Just then, he caught a glimpse of himself in the reflective surface of the mirror... the glass showing what he looked like. His skin was so pale that he could pass for something like Edward, so basic-looking and dry. Alexander Amara, the latest Requiem without the lineage of the Riveras. What Myers said to him, he truly was special but there was something about it. As if he'd needed to prove himself, the images and flashes of the past- the power and otherwise he held within the very flowing veins inside of his body. Alexander had to do something, to become SOMEONE in this world of gods, celestials, giants- everything. Was he just something in his twenties, unable to fight, to contribute anything to this multiverse of demons, angels, deities?
Amara grabbed threw the water over his face, saturating his features in the wetness of the liquid. Using his telekinesis and the ethereal force he manipulated so he could bunch up his locks, he spat out the tie and made it all into a bun. He had to do something- who else would he be, if he didn't do anything then how could he accomplish anything? Tired of being thrown aside while his girlfriend is enhancing her abilities, controlling people with her cursed pattern of speech, or his best friend being able to unleash his true capabilities and powers.
All he could do was just move fast and control people with his mind as if with a simple flick of his wrist he could throw someone to the side. And yet that wasn't enough, Alexander was a Requiem, that needle that was forcefully stuck into the back of his neck. Some lonely strands descending over one of his eyes then his forehead, Amara took a step out from the restroom. Scratching for just a moment at his nape, he took off his shirt for one that he could wear outside, the closet spreading wide to show the abundance of clothing. The right with his own and the left with Rose's, the Judgment had a casual conversation with the Lust scrolling on her phone with her hair put up,
"Is your brother still gonna pick us up?"
Just as he'd inquired that of his lover, she leaned her body over so she could put in her earrings, before shaking her head whispering to herself, "What the fuck am I doing?" As she placed them right back on the nightstand, she moved some of her hair behind her ear, exhaling as she informed her boyfriend, formerly her best friend about the new plans her Detective brother had informed her of,
"He just texted me. He wants you at the Castle,"
"Why would he want me down there? Did Ben or August ask for me?"
"He didn't say, oddly enough he mentioned Miss Madisyn... you should go down there yourself and find out,"
The doors of the Capital opened, taking his usual steps staring down at the glowing screen of his phone to check for the directions his mentor had sent to his number. Needing not to look up and down at it anymore, Alex decided to shove the phone into the pouch of his sweater, and as he took the other step up the stairs to where the Emperor had held his press conference in the middle of that splitting stairway, he vanished into a blur. Tanned face stretching into a blur, the afterimages began to slide up the railing to the side of the right staircase, then speed-walking using this Requiem ability to slide right into the meeting room. Vibrating his molecules so he could step through the solidity of the hard-material entrance, the world returned to its usual pace around him, and as did he as the white pieces of electricity began to return inside of his blood vessels and cells. The second he'd halted the vibration, the Judgment realized that it was pitch dark, barely able to make out anything in this room even with his enhanced vision courtesy of his Rivera Requiem blood... Amara snapped his fingers together.
Initially, nothing came out from the sparking of contact, but the second his telepathy and telekinesis kicked in to increase his body heat- the Judgment had just made a flame above his index finger. The small fire flowing with the winds created from the other's arrival, his eyes widened at the presence of such a person, and just then- the lights flickered on. As if being grabbed from behind, he moved at lightspeed, their fists meeting with a whip sliding out from his pocket to swiftly attach to his right hand's palm. Fingers tightening against the grip made for his extremities, Amara's left elbow collided with her own, their eyes meeting, and Alex's expression softening as he scanned over hers. This wasn't any sort of infiltrator he'd need to obliterate and risk destroying his arm to do so, their arms returned to their sides, the lengthiness of the whip had bunched together as Sammy smiled at the young boy,
"Miss Riley.. did you call me here?"
"I did indeed! I've been told of this little situation from my daughter who'd been told by Azazel who'd been told by... August. It's a real ass annoying cycle, don't think too much about it,"
Scratching at an abnormal itch that'd magically popped up on his cheek, the whip bunching up so it could shove into his pocket, Alex let out a casual... "Okay..." Turning away just then so he could walk over to the coffee maker, he decided to take the pot off the thing so he could make his cup of the liquid. Seeing as how following him would just turn her sort of annoying, she cupped her hands together and cleared her throat, then sitting at where her brother-in-law would sit all casually with that dominant aura. Looking at her hands, Amara turned around, both hands cupping around the circular-shaped container as he loudly slurped. Sending some adrenaline through his system, Riley felt the familiar sting of the feeling enter her chest albeit momentarily, for just a second.
The bread that he'd put into the toaster had popped right up in just half of a second, with the signature audio of a DING! accompanying the hovering of the food. It wasn't that, though, to any sort of outsider, both Samantha Riley and Alexander Amara had vanished at the same time, both of their different frames and bodies moving together against the other. Having utilized her telekinesis to throw herself up from her seated position, the way he slid across the table with his foot right out hoping to get a kick to her nose and bruise her facial features had been changed. He had to think quickly, seeing as how she'd likely stomp right at his head so he could smash right through the floor of this chamber, not to mention with a kick infused with telekinesis pushback. The intensity of such a blow could spread throughout every single bone inside him then paralyze him beyond repair. In these sort of fights between these superhumans that'd been training beyond their limits, they were known not to hold back against one another. Right now, his level was slightly above Ed's destructive power seeing as how he could expand and manipulate the material of his sweat to work like nitroglycerin. What to do, what to do... then it hit him.
His quick thinking as a result of this Requiem blood he'd been stabbed with decades before, his feet hit the cushion of the seat, barely managing to weave out the way from the kick flying from above. Alex's tire was kicked out of its spot, using the seat his feet had been implanted against as something to hold onto, the chair leaned backward from the weight the object was holding. The whip snapping as it was revealed, the man flipped so he could guide the rope he controlled- the chair had bounced and been slapped by a blast from his telekinesis.
Riley landing on the table on her knees, the chair ricocheted from the ceiling so it could impact her on the side of her head. Momentarily disoriented, she couldn't help but laugh at the outsmarting this younger enhanced had caused her to be a victim. Widening her eyes, Amara landed with his back to her, still, on his knees, the whip obeyed his mind's every command. The dumb thing would be to let him toy with her, but seeing as how his rear was likely protected with an invisible barrier, she used her quickened pace to reappear at his front. The individual pieces of his hair began to shadow and cover the brightness his eyes usually held with such a vibrant coloration like white, Sammy wasted no time in readying to punch him right in the chest so she could immobilize him and stall this fight.
Just then, his hair was shocked by the static electricity gained from the speed he'd used all the time, steam leaking out like gas from each part of his clenched teeth. It was as if time had been stopped or slowed for her, every single second that passed leading her to believe that her fist was guided by the force of trajectory and her intentions to lay a blow right on him, then... she just realized right when it was too late. It wasn't her fist or arm that'd been slowed at such an exponential rate, rather, it was- her whole body had been slowed to such a degree that she'd been moving slower through time and space as he moved faster,
"Peace of Mind. The Roses of Endless Waiting: Crimson Blood,"
What more could she do but fall, every single touch that he'd laid on her every weakness had led to her collapsing right on her face, inner organs damaged, ribs were broken. Everything seemed to go dim right then and there for her, consciousness fading and returning to such a point where this woman's widened eyes, shrunken pupils seemed to not bother the uncaring exterior of the Requiem Judge. All he did was raise, the black and white aura beginning to fade around him for only his eyes to be visible in the darkness of the shadowy energy encapsulating the hatred in the depths of his heart. His voice just then had sounded distorted, warped, as if not his own, but belonging to someone he'd... thought to have unleashed. Snapping back with his true personality, the lower portion of Alexander's palm stood against the man's forehead, shaking the skull back and forth so he could groan. Slowly beginning to open his eyes once more, he registered everything once again, stepping forward with a worried expression so he could crouch and help his unconscious helper with her wounds,
"Shit! Miss Riley, I didn't mean to--!"
Just then, she vanished- disappearing into smoke, stumbling forward briefly, he grunted in surprise then staring at his hands. The blood that he'd suspected to have come out from her surface wounds had begun to disintegrate as if it were never there, and just like that, he'd realized what happened. Tap. Her hand chopped at the back of his head, to where he began to stand, and once more, the balance of the two was shared, she was still taller- recognizing that he'd lost right then and there, Alexander smiled. Then falling into her arms, the burst of adrenaline fading, beginning to fall and rise in and out of the slumber he was threatened to be pulled into, Sammy rubbed the back of his head. As if a mother caressing or loving her son, she was like a mother tending to her child, his face in her neck as her mouth opened so she could calm his nerves. Then gradually beginning to state,
"Do you have any idea what you just did... or better yet, why I called you here in the first place?"
What Alexander gave as a response was a tired groan, to which she just giggled at the sound of it, patting the rear part of his skull so he could relax. He couldn't sleep yet, so the last bits of telepathy she controlled with her neurons manipulated his brain waves so he could stay awake for just a while longer. Knowing he needed the rest from exhausting his body and likely shaking his organs out of place from the amount of power he utilized unleashing a dormant Requiem technique, she spoke quickly,
"Azazel and August are going to be busy with an investigation that's going to extend throughout their entire group, a new superhuman threat has emerged. Maybe not one powerful enough to destabilize the Capital, but nevertheless; powerful. I've been assigned as your den mother for this week, once you've trained yourself enough, you'll be placed with them to aid with the investigation,"
Just then, the snores had begun to fill this room, Sammy's eyes widening and an imaginary question mark appearing over her head so she could examine his rested face. Pressing her lips to the left side of his face, Riley couldn't help but smile at the thought of his ascension, all he needed was a little push. He held the power of gods in his hand, locked away in the Void of his mind and the darkness from his heart, the very key to unlocking such devastating abilities- was laid beyond the walls.
These walls were lit aflame the second her foot slammed onto the grass, the blades of emerald engulfing her frame and soul so she could bounce throughout space-time. Before long, she was spit right out, emerging from the spiraling transportation beam that'd thrown her to this new location. Shedding herself of the hood that connected itself to her fancy attire, meaning her dress, she reached for the cover that'd shielded her lips- it whirred and twisted as it released its grip on her mouth. Moaning at the release, the subordinates she controlled and the followers she'd gained had decided to turn her way- to which she responded loudly, vocals muffled briefly from the mask moving away from her front,
"Worry not, friends, family, loved ones. For we have begun the first step in our orchestration toward the glory and liberation for our once-great nation, our lord and savior have now acknowledged us. The Crow's destructive, chaotic will shall be inherited by me, as the Fool Detective Prince has been informed of our existence. Thought to be a speck in this vast multiverse... Azazel Karlo with his partner, the Requiem Reaper of the World, August Rivera, will fight us for the isolation of this planet. Truthfully, though-" The metal respirator relieved itself of its implanters that'd connected to the sides of her face, revealing all of her faces, her tongue swirled around her upper lip. Licking and moisturizing it, she glared straight ahead with a lustful look in her eyes, the Crow mask she'd dawned retracting into her watch so she could finish her sentence with, "I can't wait to have a taste~"
To Be Continued!