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CHAPTER 1

Jackie Penske, eighteen something engineer and mechanic, was walking home from the grocery store with two big bags of food in either arm. It was an eerie night and the light wind swept her black hair and red bangs as she kept herself under the light of the street lamps while occasionally sending glances over her shoulder due to the uneasy feeling of being watched that she had felt for the past few days. Maybe she was just being paranoid but it paid to be cautious at night.

Sure, her workshop wasn't in the nicest zones of the city but at least the outskirt of New York, however far they were from the main city and islands, weren't as bad as... who was she kidding. Since the local mafia had taken the area as part of their territory things had gone down the hill. There were few clients, the neighborhoods were empty on the streets and all her workers had abandoned her.

Right now she only wanted to get home and rest. But unfortunately for her, right in her way and with no side routes nearby to take was a sketchy trio that was monopolizing half of the slim street ahead and that were smoking some weird stuff and passing on something among their hands. To get home she'd have to pass right beside them. Whatever. Just avoid eye contact.

She clutched her bags tighter and walked passed but she felt their gazes on her and listened to their words while walking slightly faster with them besides her.

"Hey, what about her? She seems like the kind of chick that can take it." One of the men point out, making no attempt to be discreet. Jackie continued on trying to ignore them and reach a more open place were at least buses passed often.

"Yeah, she'll do," the larger man laughs. Jackie kept an eye over her shoulder, now practically ready to run for it. She knew how to fight. But there were more of them and they were bigger, and if they were drugged as she suspected, then by the time she knocked one out the other two would have grabbed her.

Arms suddenly wrapped around her front faster than she could react. She hadn't seen anything due to the attack coming from her blind eye's side and, with unsurpassable strength, no matter how much she tried to resist and get free, she felt herself being easily dragged away and towards one of the houses abandoned by the owners going to live in a safer place while another hand covered her mouth and prevented her from screaming for help.

Jackie was quickly thrown down the stairs into the dark basement. She struggled but before she could even get up, someone stepped on her back and pinned her down against the cold floor making her spine almost crack at the weight.

"Lookie here, she looks promising. You think she'll survive? So many of the others have been dying with the newer design," one of the men said with a wicked grin just before she felt someone grabbing her hair and dragging her up to her feet by force while a hand lifted her shirt and exposed her back to the cold and humid air of the place. She wanted to scream and tried getting free, but once again, there was a hand on her mouth preventing her from screaming and no matter how much she tried to, her assailants held her firm.

"Look at all the scars on her pretty skin. She'll survive unlike those richer divas we've been snatching." A deep voice said with rolling waves of deep laughter and Jackie felt a smack on her ass.

She increased her struggle, trying to kick them and get free to run. Her kicks and punches attempts were futile; she was able to bite one of them, but she was sure she was biting a horrible leather, because no matter how hard she tried to break through the skin, she couldn't, nor could she see anything in the darkness.

"Oh yes, she will most definitely do," another man wickedly laughed as he grabbed her by the throat and pushed her up against a wall with just one hand and high enough that her legs didn't reach the floor.

Jackie gagged as she struggled against his hold and kicked her legs out to hit him while coughing at the harsh grip on her throat that was also holding her full weight. ("He's not budging!")- Her eyes had gotten used to the darkness and she shot a glance to the pale skinned blonde on the left who pulled out a small case and flipped it open to reveal some kind of computer chip with some kind of thin metallic tendrils. She didn't know what it was for but she was sure it wasn't good for her.

"Now keep her still," the blonde grinned wickedly and approached.

She felt her body getting slammed over her stomach against the wall to keep her torso still. She was sure that this was it for her when suddenly two thunderous bangs rang out through the room causing her to jolt a fraction of a second before she fell to the hard floor while watching two of the men drop to the ground, one had been the one holding her but now his head had a hole that let her saw the third man leapt out of the way with adept skill.

They were shot-?!

An ominous creaking on the steps catched her attention as she looked over, seeing a strange boxy gun with an abnormally long muzzle in the hands of a large cloaked man. His red eyes impassionately took in the last man standing as he slowly and creepily descended the stairs, not bothering to look in Jackie's direction.

His overwhelming presence made her heart jerk as he walked towards the third guy, passing her a glance.

"W-Who are you-?" She got on her feet and started before stopping short, seeing the end of the gun's barrel pointing down at her. Her eyes widened, staring up the barrel of the loaded gun before looking to the man.

"You're … going to shoot me? Why?" She asked with fright, staring at the man's eyes. After a tense moment the man pulls his gun back, turning his attention to the remaining man. Jackie's heart leapt for the chance as she scrambled to her feet and took off, swinging up the stairs and running outside. She just witnessed a murder. Two, and that third man is probably dead now. She … she needed to call someone, didn't she? Like the police?

She grit her teeth and kept running to her shop, the groceries long forgotten on the ground until she reached her house, entered the garage and run upstairs bursting through the door of her home on top of the shop and stumbled inside, locking the door behind her.

Her own home offered her little comfort at the moment but at least she was safe. Her back rested against the locked door while she took fast, heavy breathes and gripped her chest feeling her heart pounding hard in her chest. Who was that man? H-e saved me from those people but he pointed the gun at me like he wanted to shoot me! N-No, relax, I'm safe now. I'm home, all safe and sound, with nothing to hurt me.

She closed her eyes for a few moments in order to inhale deeply a few times while calming herself from the experience and the mad run. Finally, she let out a shaky breath of relief and opened her eyes only to to jerk back as she spied the broad shouldered man wearing a battered green greatcoat with its neckguard turned up standing in front of her with an impassive gaze and she felt the pressure of the barrel of his gun that he had just moved against her sternum while his finger rested on the trigger. Her breath hitched as she took a step back against the door, watching the man staring at her with empty red eyes under his silverine gray hair.

"W-Who are you?" She shakily asked, taking a deep breath as she straightened her back and did her best not to shrink under his incriminating gaze, "who are you and how did you get into my house?" She ordered with a stronger voice. His gaze never left her as he pointed to the window, showing that it was wide open. How the-? This is the second floor!

She jolted as he pulled his gun away and turned to the living room. For a moment she thought he was going to leave out the window but instead she watched, dumbstruck, as he sat on the couch and turned on the TV to the news.

Who is this man? She hesitantly walked past him before walking quickly into the kitchen and grabbing the phone, seeing the cord had been ripped out of the wall. What the- oh, oh well that's just great then.

She was getting pissed and headed for the door, but just as she did that, he took aim and shot, the bullet whisping just past her bangs and through the wall. Her jaw dropped, shocked as she backed up with an uneasy frown. That had been scary …

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