"You have to stop being so reckless" Joan said in annoyance as she repeatedly hit her commander's head with her trusty bo-staff ; a weapon that she had been gifted as soon as she joined the Fort Lauderdale Warriors by none other than Amber herself.
"I can't help but think that Killer guy is the key to finding out the truth about the day my parents died...my brother always did tell me to follow my gut feeling. And my gut keeps leading me back to that damn hideout..." Amber answered like she wasn't being hit on the head with what was essentially a glorified stick while surfing the channels for something to watch.
"This is the second time you've come face to face with the Branch Heads of that gang. It's a miracle they haven't stormed our turf and wiped us all out..." Joan dropped her staff and sighed. She could feel her hair greying from the stress dealing with this overpowered gremlin on a daily basis. "What if you get seriously hurt one day? What if Killer is around? Don't think you're invincible... you're fully capable of losing..."
Amber's body stiffened and her lips quivered slightly as she stopped on a particular channel. There were three young adults on the television. Two ladies and a man with glasses. The first lady looked perpetually pissed with a touch of madness and had blonde and pink hair. The man-he and the first lady had the same hair color- was just bored and looked like he was done with everyone's shit. The last was a dark lady with puffy hair and heavy bags under her bright but sleepy purple eyes.
Those purple eyes.
Amber couldn't believe it. It had been so long.
She could feel herself shaking to her bone marrow and she couldn't help but hate herself for feeling scares after all this time.
She could remember it clearly. The barely visible light of the moon. The darkness of that night because of the blackout. Nothing much to see in any direction....
Except those purple eyes that stared deep into her soul.
******************Flashback*******************
Amber Alvarez was on a roll and the whole world was gonna know it. As far as she knew she already ran Fort Lauderdale and all the school districts in it. There was no gangster-teenager or young adult-that could stand against her. She was the queen of this land and nobody could take it from her.
These were the words that Amber told herself over and over as she ran at top speed to the biggest district in the state, ready to topple the gang that ruled it and become the new order. She had already done it in other parts of town with nobody but her trusty deputy by her side.
She was about to make a turn into the gang's turf and start swinging at any soldier she came across when suddenly all the lights in the city went out at once.
A blackout.
She stood still for a moment, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.
That was when she saw it.
Two incredible small, purple orbs were silently floating towards her accompanied by a menacing aura that made the atmosphere thick with a feeling of dread. She could barely make out the outline of a person.
"Who are you?!" Amber cried out, getting into a fighting stance and smiling, though she had an uneasy feeling in her gut.
As Amber watched, the purple orbs vanished for a second, before reappearing in front of her face and scaring her half to death.
"You don't seem to understand...." A feminine voice spoke, clear and cool with a trace of rage bubbling underneath. "...you think because you can handle a bunch of small timers you can just take my turf away from me...." The girl grabbed Amber by the neck and flung her into a nearby building before running up to her and pressing her neck against the wall with her forearm.
Amber kicked and fought to free herself from her attacker's hold but it was pointless, she was utterly and hopelessly trapped. Her mind was blank and her heart was going a mile a minute. This had never happened before. She had never been so outclassed in strength and speed in her life. For the first time in her 10 year existence she was at someone else's mercy.
"I know who you are Amber Alvarez... don't walk around thinking that you're invincible..." The girl let go of her before giving her a backhand that sent her flying to the ground in a heap.
Before Amber could lift herself off the floor she felt the foot of the purple eyed gangster come into contact with her stomach with so much force she was lifted off the ground momentarily.
Amber shakily looked up at her attacker as the moon's dull light broke out of the clouds and shone upon them both.
She was dark skinned with a puffy mohawk and a lazy smile. She was wearing the colors of the reigning gang in those days, the Warlords. Judging from the kanji on her sleeveless jacket she was obviously the commander. The thing that struck her most was how bright and sharp her eyes were, it was like looking into a floodlight. They both dazzled and struck fear into her.
"...you're fully capable of losing..."
Those were the last words Amber heard before the ground started swaying underneath her and her vision grew cloudy.
The last thing she saw as she lost consciousness....
...were those purple eyes.....