Forgive.For years we fought side by side. Battling away devils and demons, beasts and foes. We were inseperable. We fought anything that threatened us. And we weren't alone, we had friends, we had allies. People who stood by our sides and battled back the darkness with us. Together you and I were strong, with them, we were invincible. But then, we had never fought against a threat from within our ranks. A foe we had never seen before. It was strong, because it lacked emotion, it lacked feeling. It was a mystery determined never to be solved. I tried my best to tell you to stay away, to protect you from it, but, something about it drew you in, attracted you. You wanted the dark. We fought about it night and day, slowly, the darkness tore you from me, cutting into me with its devilish guise. No one saw it for what it really was until it was too late, until we had lost it all. How could you have destroyed what we had? You tore it down like it was nothing. Like everything we worked for was worthle
The CoinEveryday I live in fear, hoping you nevermore will be part of my life. I find it hard to try and live each day with the potential of seeing you again. I can't live each day afraid of you. Maybe this will always be my burden. The thought of you is terrifying. Your lack of humanity, your lack of compassion, it tears a new hole in my heart, the bound and buried rage boils up again. I fear the rage that I have buried. Will I be able to hold myself back next time? Will I be able to walk away without losing my mind? Maybe I should let it all out, maybe, just once, I should give you reason to fear me. I've told myself a thousand times to forgive, but the pain I went through is too much. You tore apart my world, and even now, I cannot move on past the damage you've done. People say you've changed, people say you're different, but I know better. A cheetah never changes their stripes, so I know, you won't either. You'd only need a push, one push off the cliff, and the darkness would return, even
ARCANE: chapter six6
As soon as I got home I took off my uniform, finding a small note on the inside of my mask. Lying on my bed in nothing more than my boxers, I read the note, unfolding the neat paper:
It has come to my attention you're planning on hunting down the Sacra.
I have a bit of information you'll find interesting: The Sacra are hunting down
citizens based upon their Zodiac sign. Also, there is only one gang in Metro City
that knows how to reach the Sacra's hideout here. They're known as the Ring Gang.
Their base is the abandoned velcro factory on Washington.
Good Luck Sweetie,
Near her signature there was a kiss pressed onto the paper with lipstick. Nice touch.
With this new information in hand, I pulled a piece of paper out of my desk, writing out known victims. With only three victims I know of, I didn't have much to work with. Next to Ashley's name on the page, I scribbled down Saggitarius, her Zodiac sign. I tapped the pen against my temple, trying to remember Ming
ARCANE: chapter five5
I climbed back into my apartment, closing the roof hatch quietly behind me. Surprisingly, my neighbors can hear it if I slam it, and they've asked what that sounds was before. They believed my lie about the sound being a pan falling out of my hands, if only they knew the things I've heard coming from their apartment. Anyways, I threw myself onto my bed, massaging my sore body, bruises welled up across me.
There was a knock at my door, the sound jolting me up.
"One minute!!" I called out, quickly pulling off my suit and climbing into regular jeans and a button-down shirt.
I ran to the door, ruffling up my hair as I ran. I swung the door open to find Abigail there, her hair no longer blonde, but short cut and dyed a pale teal.
"Hi!" I said, "Your hair! You changed it!" Way to point out the obvious.
"Yeah! I got bored of my old hair and changed it to teal. You like??"
I nodded, letting her into my apartment. She dropped her purse on a chair, along with her coat. She wore a loose fitting
ARCANE: chapter four4
I awoke the next morning with Abigail still sleeping next to me. A full night of sleep. I haven't felt that feeling enough, it was still very foreign. I slid out of bed, carefully trying not to wake her. I grabbed my phone and climbed out onto the fire escape, dialing Specs' number.
"Yo." He said, clearly the man was wide awake.
"Hey," I replied groggily. "Need you to gather the others. We have some things to discuss."
"Any details more than that?"
"Not over the phone. My place, three this afternoon."
Specs agreed to this, then hung up the phone.
I climbed back inside, finding Abigail to be awake. She was sitting up, running her fingers through her hair, attempting to straighten it out.
"Morning!" She said happily, smiling widely at me. "How's you sleep?"
"Um, considering I've only slept two seperate nights in about ten years, very well."
Her jaw dropped.
"You never sleep?!"
"Nope. Never can, too many nightmares. I close my eyes and they're there, waiting for me."
She climbed out of
ARCANE: chapter three3
Abigail and I made it to the party a few minutes early, standing patiently at the door as her friend finished up inside. Nervously I adjusted my shirt collar. I didn't know if she was psychic or something, but Abigail reached her hand over to mine, squeezing it gently.
"Chill. You'll be fine."
I gulped nervously.
"Sorry, I'm not usually one to go to parties."
She turned and smiled at me, instantly calming me down. Something about her. Her presence is soothing.
Her friend, a redheaded girl, opened the door, first smiling at Abigail, then turning to me, her expression changing instantly to shock. It was Rose Larson, aka Redhead, aka Arcane's teammate. Abigail noticed her friend's shock.
"Do you two know each other or something??" She asked, turning to me.
"Uh, no." I spat out quickly.
"Yeah, no sorry." Rose said, "You just look strikingly like someone I used to know."
"I get that a lot, sorry." I lied. I've never had that said to me.
She raised an eyebrow at me, and I shrugged ba
ARCANE: chapter two2
I spent the rest of that night meditating, which, I guess one could consider my form of sleep. I sat quietly on my bed, clearing my mind of all my thoughts, stresses, and fears. The silence of my apartment kept me from distractions, even though I was pretty calm to start. That morning, I packed my Arcane clothing away into a hidden compartment in my closet, then made my way out of my room and down the hall of my apartment complex. The floor I lived on, the third, was close to full, aside from 3g and 3h, which were never taken by any tenants. I walked out of the stairwell into the main foyer of the apartment complex, where the doorman, Vinny, a tall, terrifying looking man with two longs scars on either side of his face. He nodded at me as I walked by.
We have a... respect for each other. I don't mess with him, he doesn't mess with me. It's a long story, believe me.
Anyways, my walk to work was a quick one, two and a half blocks from my apartment. I worked at a comic shop, go figure.
ARCANE: chapter one1
I fired my gun back at the cops following me, not to kill, but to surprise them; so I shot at their feet, accidentally wounding the larger one's right foot. I stopped running, considering returning to help the man, even if it meant being arrested. Blood flowed out from his shoe, staining the ground, my heart weakening at his cries of pain. My fear of prison won me over though, and I began running again, running down the steep steps of the Metro City Museum of History, the location of my most recent heist.
As I ran, I looked back on the job, a mission that should have gone off without a hitch, but, I was wrong...
"The door's open." Demitri said, sliding the key card he had just swiped off a guard through the lock panel. He pulled the door open, stepping in slowly.
Rory followed directly behind him, and Rose behind him, with me bringing up the rear, gun drawn and ready for anything.
In the center of the room was the item we had come for: a brilliant golden ring, resting atop a stone