Once the Mob

Chapter 1

"Yeah?"

"Well, I've designed a gauntlet that goes on your wrist and you can control which element you want. The only thing is that the element has to touch your skin, which means it can and possibly will burn you."

"Just add it to the scars." I wave off, "Can't be worse than what Psaria did to me a hundred years ago."

Hades sighed and asked me to extend my arm, in which I did. He put the gauntlet on and it was a little clunky and the turning mechanism would spin a little too fast for my liking. Some of the screws felt like they were poking into my skin and the gauntlet itself was a little big so it just kinda spun circles around my wrist.

"How about I come back with changed to this tomorrow and you help me blow some of my mother's shit up."

"You're a psycho."

"A psycho with a fire power that she can summon at will."

"Be back here tomorrow, Xxelian. Don't let me catch you using that on the humans."

"Me? Never!" He must've heard the sarcasm in my voice because he looked at me funny, "Fine, but if they shoot first I'm retaliating."

~Present Day~

I decided to get some fresh air outside of the base when night fell because I had been inside designing a new arrow to explode on contact of a target and had gotten no where. So while I was walking on the edge of a building with my ear buds in, I wasn't listening to my phone buzzing. It was only when my sisters ring tone interrupted my music when I answered.

"What?" I ask a little annoyed my music died out for a bloody phone call.

"We need help in the north side you ass." She said, "Get down here!"

"Okay, okay. Sheesh."

"XXELIAN."

"Xen, I'm on my way now, I'm nearby."

"I'm sending a flare."

I ended the call when I saw the flare. It was only a couple blocks ahead of me so I jumped the next few buildings and covered the lower half of my face with my retractable mask. It's amazing how advanced the crews technology is compared to the humans, yet we still use bows, swords, knives and other stuff like that.

When I hit the alley where the flare came from I loaded my bow with an exploding arrow and flipped off the building, drew my bow, and fired. I hit a couple boxes behind the people my sister and her partner were fighting. The explosion stunned the people they were fighting, when I landed I winced.

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE FIGHTING COPS." I shouted, "As if we weren't on the most wanted list already."

"I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO TELL YOU!" Xenna shouted, "You should already know that we're always fighting cops! It's always cops! You're so fucking reckless sometimes you know that!?"

"Sometimes that recklessness is useful."

"Let's go before they catch us you fire dancing fool."

I rolled my eyes, and we climbed the fire escape up to get away from the incoming sirens. We jumoed a few buildings then walked down into another alleyway. As the three if us walked down a dead road, we noticed a car driving up and we all made sure our faces were covered. This car seemed to slow down as it approached us.

"That's not a cop is it?" Psaria asked quietly.

"No, it's not. The vehicles to flat." I mumble, "Keep up your guard."

"Just don't say anything." Xenna stated before the car stopped beside us.

After it had stopped, we noticed that it was a black SUV with tinted windows preventing us from seeing inside.

The window rolled down and some prick wearing sunglasses and smoking a fag looked at us and blew a puff of smoke in Psaria's face.

"It's a little late to be cosplaying as some renegades, isn't it?" He laughed.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked, confused on why he thought we were 'dressing up'.

I heard my sister grumble my name before someone in black walked up beside the car.

"Leave them be, move along." The person said, the other person took one look and we saw an instant look of fear before they drove off. The man looked towards us, and I swear I knew that face, something about it looked familiar. His 5'8" build, broad shoulders, his short blonde hair, green eyes. But what stood out was the scar under his right eye that went from about the middle out to the side of his face that just kinda spread across the side of his skull. It sorta reminded me of my own, except mine went over my right eye and I've lost most of my sight in that eye.

"Who are you?" I finally ask breaking the silence.

"The name's Rowan Cormac. I'm a face down in these parts, vigilantes."

"We're not interested in anything you're trying to sell." Xenna said, I remained silent trying to figure out who this guy was and why his name sounded so damn familiar.

Cormac. Why does that sound familiar? My thoughts were cut short by a bag being put over my head. I elbowed the guy in the stomach, then turned and kicked him in the face. I pulled out my butterfly knife but when I went to strike my wrist was caught. I flashed my purple irises at Rowan and all he did was smile.

"I knew I knew that scar." I tried breaking my wrist free but to no avail, "Cahira Rain. Nice to see you again."