"H-Hold on. I'm still so confused...why am I here exactly?" Amber stumbled down the dark alley eyes, squinted as they adjusted to the darkness. "You were on your way to pick up a friend, and they asked you to meet up here. I drove you here. Ring a bell?" Amber's face scrunched her eyes, searching for a man who wasn't there. Who was that talking to her? His voice sounded so close, and yet she couldn't see him.
"By the way. You still need to pay for the taxi fare." Amber searched for the origin of the voice, her failing eyes unable to find his location. "I'm right in front of you. Just put the money in my hand." Out from the infinite darkness, a hand approached amber its, soft mocha skin inviting her touch. It was a good hand to be trusted, a good driver to be paid.
Without any resistance, Amber placed her entire wallet in the man's hand and watched as it sank back into the darkness like a rock in a lake.
"W-wait h-hold on a second...I feel so hazy." Amber spoke with the stupor of a drunken man. "I-I don't remember any friends here! I wanna go home," Amber collapsed on the ground and into a trash puddle, her shaking knees no longer able to support her, "and take a nap."
"I see." Maven said with sickening delight. "If that's how it is..." Maven reached inside his black leather jacket and retrieved a diamond-studded revolver. His golden eyes and pearly white teeth shone in the darkness, a smile in the void. "I'll send you to hell myself! My dear whore!" Two muffled shots sent Amber spiraling into the afterlife, her mind empty and her emotions erased. An ocean of blood gushed from her corpse and into the sewers, her life already forgotten by her killer.
"Waste of two bullets." Maven slipped the revolver back into his jacket, the power fading from his eyes and the smile fading from his lips. "A can of soup could have made me cum faster than you ever did. I did the desperate saps on this street a service by taking yours off it." Maven turned and walked out of the alleyway, his mind having dispatched Amber from his mind.
Vibrating, Maven's phone shone through his chest, and he knew who it was without even looking. Only one could ever have this number. "Medusa!! What lovely timing! Are you free? I really need to blow off some steam, and I know you'd fuck everything within a ten-mile radius if you could!" The sarcasm in his voice was palpable, yet it still found its way over the serpent's head.
"That's a bit harsh, isn't it?" Maven rolled his eyes, turning onto a populated street. "That was one of those figures of speech I was telling you about, remember? Now jokes aside, why are you calling me?" The joy in his tone had died out, and the demon within bubbled to the surface.
"A lot has happened since we last sssspoke." Maven leaned against a brick wall graffiti, plastering its once no doubt once pristine surface. "Angela and the legendary hero ssswung by the lab this morning." Maven dug his nails into the permanent calluses graved into his hand from excessive fist clenching. "But last I saw, she was high tailing it outta there as fasssst as possible." Maven's fist relaxed.
"Sssome kid bolted after her, and now they're chasing each other through the city." Maven sighed a breath of, relief his quarry still hooked on his line. "What else is there? I know you better than to call me for just that." Maven glanced at his expensive watch, the hands telling him that it was around 9 o'clock.
"While I was trailing them, that hero Gridlock began following them as well. Sssshe hasn't spotted me yet." Maven shook his head at the mention of Gridlock, a sour taste forming in his mouth. "Carmen Stryder is no hero. She's a businesswoman. Don't let the two become confused so easily." Maven left the brick wall behind his sights set on a restaurant with bright lights at the end of a dark empty street.
"Relent, my old friend. Carmen Stryder will inadvertently make my job easier than even I thought she could. Let's not squander such a precious resource." Maven didn't wait for Medusa's response as it didn't matter. Every person in every corner of the world was made for one purpose and one purpose only. To serve him and hold him above the fiery depths of hell. Anyone who can't even do that isn't worth anything at all.
Maven reached the restaurant and strode inside, the smell of lobster and clam chowder slamming against his nose. "Heyo!" Ivy, a small girl polite and dressed for the occasion, met Maven at the door, her emerald eyes reflected in his golden. "Sorry for my being late." Maven grabbed Ivy by the shoulder and hugged her close to him, the smell of expensive cologne billowing off him.
"Okay! Okay! I gonked up dinner." Ivy pouted and feigned anger, her facade shallow. "Yeah, you did!" Maven threw his hands up in surrender and backed away from Ivy, a smile cut on his lips. "Alright, how's about this? We skip the dinner and show you a good night on the town instead? Come on! I know a great place I've always wanted to show you."
Ivy surveyed Maven, her smile now skeptic, her brow furrowed. "Your certainly bold to ask anything of me after keeping me waiting for two hours!" Maven leaned in close, his face smug and his stature much higher than Ivy's.
She's already mine.
"You know I somehow get the feeling you like boldness! Am I wrong?" Maven smiled pulled Ivy over to him, her surprise escaping in a small gasp.
Oh man, the ones who make noises are always the best in bed!
"Alrighty! I'm taking YOU for the best night of your life!" Little did the doomed girl know this would be the last night of her life as well.