Ngrrr Ngrrr!
A phone vibrated annoyingly in the dark room.
Soon, a lazy hand reached on it and took it.
Brushing his grey eyes a couple of time, Amra finally brought the phone close to his face. He squeezed his sleepy eyes tightly trying to read the content on his cracked phone but his sleepy eyes couldn't capture anything but just a blur.
"Fuck! Who even calls at this hour of the night!" He cursed inwardly while taking the phone away from his chocolate skin face, probably of a mixed race with Black spiky hair.
"Who the fucking hell is this?" He Murmured between his sleepy breath while pressing the phone against his ear.
"Flash!"A voice sounded from the other side of the phone and the moment the voice rang on his ear, Amra shot from his bed, his sleepy nature disappearing completely.
"Damien... Sorry... Ah ... Boss... ah ...I mean...Iron Axe!" He responded, almost shouting but he was too careful not to awake the other two he was currently sharing a room with,
"Rush over, you have some delivery to make!" Damien spoke harshly from the other side of the phone.
"But... it's past midnight." Amra complained.
"I don't care, I'll triple the payment, The client is in a bit hurry and I couldn't think of a faster delivery boy other than you." Damien responded while ending the call.
Although he didn't want to, Amra couldn't afford to offend such a high figure of Avron city.
Damien was a leader of one of the leading gang of a tier 4 city called Avron.
His gang was known as the Mambas and they always wear a red jacket with a black cobra head on the back, widely displaying its fangs,
Just like their leader, the Mambas were widely known to be brutal and vicious, and they would always use force to get whatever they want.
This made them to be feared the most by other small gangs but, this certainly didn't make Damien stupid enough to try and cross over the boundaries to other three leading gangs of Avron.
He knew his gang would be easily crush when the three gangs unit against him, especially that most of the other gang members were awakened fluxed, with different sets of strong abilities as compared to his gang.
Fluxed were individuals that their body have gone through a microevolutionary changes making their body to somewhat absorb and store more mana as compared to any other normal person. They can bend this mana in certain ways that could give out a certain energy called flux power or abilities.
Nobody really knows when such individuals came to exist but it has been tracked back to around fifteen years ago.
This certainly come with a greater effect to the government. Humans with such power felt like they were on the top of the world and they felt like to be worshiped.
They did whatever they desire and whenever the government would try to interfere, they would be crushed and send back to their basses.
This made the government to be pushed in the shadows with just a little glimpse of them in the public. But, it didn't mean that the government was any weak. They as well have some good numbers of awakened Fluxed with different sets of strong Abilities.
They just decided to remain in the shadows because of some certain unavoidable issues.
Amra lazily yawned while pushing away the heavy duvet. He gazed to the other side of the room and his eyes landed on two adorable figure sleeping peacefully.
One looked just like him. egg shaped face, delicate eyebrows and a beautiful admirable lips but with long straight black hair. The name is Anyia, a fifteen years old girl, Amra's twin sister.
Close to her was a nother adorable peacefully sleeping figure with some resemblance to the two twins. She was a little older, probably 18 with of course chocolate skin of mixed race and some long black dreads. The name is Agta, Amra's older sister.
Amra quickly took out his gang jacket and stuff it on his backpack. He added some truck suit and after making sure the other were asleep, he tippy toed out of the house making some less noises as possible.
Outside, he just wore his gang jacket while walking down a rusty street. He did this on purpose of keeping away the other gang members who were patrolling the street during the night hour.
None of them was crazy enough to try and bother a member of Mamba gang or they might end up being the victims of Damien's Iron axe.
This was what Amra was currently taking advantage of, he wasn't that strong to protect himself and his body frame justified everything. He looked like a person who could be knocked out by just a single push and sometimes, most students couldn't help but wonder why did he join the rugby team.
It was unusual for a delivery boy to have a gang jacket but this was a special gift from Damien after being the quickest on finishing his deliveries hence gaining the name Flash.
He wasn't even sure if any of the gang members still remembers his real name after working with them for half a year now. He didn't join the gang because he didn't have anything better to do, as the only remaining man in the house, Amra knew he has to step up and support on his family money crisis. And since getting a job was that difficult when you are not a Fluxed, this was the only choice Amra was left with.
"Really, this one, this is the delivery?"Amra asked with a raised eyebrow while looking at a thirty centimeters tall statue of a man with what looked like a book on his hand.
"Yes, this is what Iron axe asked you to deliver." A man wearing a red jacket responded while giving someone cash to Amra whose eyes started to glitter.
Never in his life has he ever made such amount of money in just a single delivery.
"The location is on your GPS but, you should really be careful. We can't afford to offend this client coz...we just can't afford." The gang member spoke in a serious face.
"Whatever."Amra responded with a boredom while waving his hand and walked away after tossing the backpack to the gang member for safe keeping