Hi! Quick note before you start reading, I'd like to make a quick note: whenever "the man" is typed in the story, it is referring to the boss of the main gang. "The man" never refers to another character. Sorry for any confusion!
You sure this is the right place?" The man stood outside a fenced off area, with a briefcase in hand.
"Yes, trust me. It looks like a pile of shit but that's where the trickery comes in." The voice on the other line of the phone explained.
"If you're wrong I will blow your brains out." And with that, he ended the call and shoved the expensive phone into the pocket of his trench coat, and cleared his throat.
Through the 10ft tall fence, the man spotted a figure walking towards him from the other side. He got close enough, and could tell that the figure on the other side was abnormally tall, and looked very strong. "Are you Sulfur?" He asked immediately, staring into the other mans eyes in a form of intimidation. The anonymous figure on the other side stepped back and yelled the start of a chant, drawing more men and women to the fence. They chanted indistinct words, and began banging and shaking the fence, some even trying to reach and grab at the man. He quickly stepped back and tried yelling, asking which one was Sulfur, until everyone suddenly calmed down, and a pathway was created between the crowd.
A woman wearing a trench coat with a hood and gas mask walked towards the fence with a moderately tall and built up man behind her. The chants began again, except they were cheering at her. 'So this is the notorious Sulfur, huh.' He thought to himself , before stepping closer to the fence again. He smiled.
"You must be Sulfur?" He asked politely. He had learned that she had quite a temper and wouldn't hesitate on killing at any moment.
"You got that right, bunny boy." She mocked. The man simply smirked.
"I'm guessing you don't know who I am." He stated with a sigh, a smirk still present on his lips.
"Of course i know you. You're the infamous leader of the biggest mafia in this country." She replied. "I'm not acting like most people when they meet you, am I?" She asked, slowly stepping closer to the fence, and grabbed onto it with her hands, bringing her face as close to it as possible. "Well that's because I'm not afraid of you, Bunny boy. So, what do you want?"
The man swore under his breath at her arrogance, but kept a civil face. "I would like to arrange a deal with you. I want to recruit you." He stated simply. The girls eyes widened slightly in shock, but soon went back down to their normal size.
"Oh? And what's in it for me?" She questioned, climbing over the tall fence and jumping onto his side. The man took a few steps back and signaled to his hidden bodyguards that he may be in danger.
"Alright. Bodyguards, come on out. I'm not dumb enough to hurt him, I know what would happen to me. I can't take your entire gang." She shrugged, seemingly not bothered by that fact.
The man smirked. "Alright, come on out fellas. Anyways, I'm offering you $1,000,000 dollars for every time you do a job for me." He stated. The bodyguards were now surrounding them. The girl crossed her arms.
"That's a lot of money to just throw away on a street rat like me." She was suspicious.
"Her? Really? But she's a useless street rat! She'd be no good!" The man yelled at his worker in frustration, ruffling through his chocolate brown hair and pacing around the room.
"Sir, with all due respect, you cant judge her skill because of her social status." The worker replied quietly.
"Oh? Then prove me wrong." The man requested, folding his arms.
"Well, 5 years ago when Sulfur was around 12-17 years old, she took down her own fathers mafia from the inside. Didn't you hear about this? She killed hundreds of men and attempted to kill her father." The worker confidently stated. The mans eyes widened, and he unfolded his arms, walking over to the computer to check her files for himself.
"Holy shit. You're right." He muttered, reading through all the information they had on her. "But if she's such a good fighter, Why is she just a common street rat? Shouldn't she be the leader of some huge mafia?" He asked, back to pacing, still skeptical about it all.
"Well sir, our theory is that she is protecting her identity from her father, in case he would ever go after her. Haven't you heard the saying? 'Once you see her face, the Black Death will strike. Never look into the eyes of death.' It's based off of the fact that although people have seen her face, none have lived to tell the tale." The worker explained to the man. The mans expression was difficult to read, but it was clear that he was conflicted.
"Sir? what will be your decision? We need an answer quick, her and her gang is constantly on the move." The worker explained, showing a map filled with all known previous hideouts of hers. The man nodded.
"Alright, I'll give her a chance."
"Oh come on. I know youre not just some cheap street rat. I know everything about you and your history." A smirk crept onto the now cocky mans lips, as he saw the girls facial expression change. She took a look left and right before sighing.
"Alright. I'll take you up on your offer." Her voice was now more intense, laced with slight anxiety that would be extremely hard to pick up. Suddenly the man started smiling widely, leaving the girl in confusion. "Alright, let's head out." He said with an excited undertone, however the girl didn't move.
"I have only one condition." She stated, her body posture confident, and he was almost completely sure that she was smirking under that mask of hers. He cocked up an eyebrow and looked at her, waiting for her to speak. "He comes with." She said sternly, pointing to the man who stood behind her this entire time. He looked the figure up and down before sighing and nodding.
"Alright fine. But if he does one thing that I find the slightest bit sketchy, he's out," He responded, anger now lacing his words prominently. The unnamed man proceeded to climb the fence and jump over it. The girl giggled and clapped her hands together.
"Let's get this party started! This is so exhilarating!" She cheered happily. She was starting to confuse the man, but he shrugged it off for now.
Suddenly two men came from behind Sulfur and her friend and placed tissue saturated with chemicals over their mouths, after removing the girls mask. "Sorry, I can't allow you to see the location of my base just yet." He winked at the two as they fell unconscious.
"Oh fuck me my head hurts." The girl groaned, gripping at her head. Her eyes widened as she realized her mask had been removed. "Shit! This is bad! Ryder! Wake the fuck up! Where is my mask?!" She began spiraling, hitting the unconscious body that lay beside her. He covered his face with his arms and let out a deep groan of pain and discomfort. His hands found their way to his head as he cradled it.
"Ah, so you're awake." A voice came from a speaker located somewhere in the huge room, that they now realized was full of weapons and obstacles.
"What the fuck.." She muttered under her breathe.
"Welcome to, as I like to call it, the initiation room." She recognized the voice. "I'm guessing you're looking for this?" The male voice asked, and her gas mask dropped from, what looked like the fucking sky. She rushed to put it on and her eyes darted around the room, looking for her victims who saw her face. "Don't worry Sulfur, only me and a few bodyguards saw your face. Those bodyguards have now been executed, so only me." The girl grimaced.
"As soon as I get out of here I will slit your throat, you hear me bunny boy?!" She yelled, walking in circles. Ryder stood up and grabbed her hand, and she calmed down.
"Today your skill will be tested, to see if you are worthy of becoming my personal assassin. Are you ready? I'm sending my best men after you," The voice taunted. Heavy mechanical doors began opening, five men in total entering the arena. "Take them down, and you get the job. Die, and you don't. Let the games begin." Red lights began flashing as a siren went off, and spectators rushed around the arena. The room was bright, with huge lights on the ceiling lighting up a simulated combat area, which was caged in by a metal fence. It was almost like a bird cage.
Sulfur pulled her hood over her head as a countdown began. She rushed over to the weapon crates and pulled out an AK-47, as well as as many grenades as her belt could hold. A siren began, and the tournament started. Sulfur quickly realized that the opponents weapons were real, but hers only shot paint balls. "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that you are not allowed kill my men. However if you hit them in a vital area, they will be pulled out. Enjoy!"
Everything happened so quickly. Before she knew it, she heard a gunshot near her. She ducked for cover and inserted a mag full of paint balls into her gun. From her boot, she pulled out tear gas. Before pulling the plug she stuck on an eye piece to protect her eyes. She pulled the plug and threw it in an estimated direction of where her enemies may be located. She heard screams of discomfort and smirked, running towards the sound. She spotted a shadow through the smoke, crouched down, yelling. She quickly hit him over the head with her gun, effectively knocking him out. An announcer yelled. "1 out of 5 is down!"
she began sneaking around the arena again, until she heard the clanking of, what she assumed was, a grenade onto the metal ground. she quickly picked it up and counted two seconds before throwing it back. It exploaded right as it hit the ground, taking down yet another man.
"2 out of 5 is down." Her ears rang loudly as she heard wails of pain coming from another direction.
"3 of 5 is down!"
She grabbed a knife from the ground, and pulled the plug of a smoke grenade, and throwing it into the center of the arena. She snuck around before spotting the shadow of a person. She crept behind them and held her knife to their throat, and used them as a shield. "Move and I slit your throat, Understand?" She muttered into their ear, and kept her stupid toy gun pointed out at anyone that dared come close. She heard quiet footsteps behind her and spun around to see a man with a handgun pointed at her.
"Come any closer and he dies." She growled. The other man swallowed thickly and slowly put his gun down, kicking it away. she smirking and shot him with the paint ball gun, and shoved the person she was using as a body shield in front of her to also shoot him.
"5 of 5 is down! We have a winner!" The announcer yelled loudly, and loud cheering filled her ears, as she took a bow.
"Jesus fucking christ." The man muttered, under his breath, in complete shock.
"I told you sir, she's extremely dangerous. taking off her mask was a bad idea." The man suddenly turned around to face his worker with a shocked, almost scared expression. But he wasn't looking at the worker, he was looking behind him, at the girl who stood there with her hood now down, Paint ball gun still in hand.
"So, how'd I do?" She smirked, walking towards him. He noticed the knife she had on her belt, and gulped. She came face to face with him, before leaning in and whispering into his ear.
"You have no idea what you just signed yourself up for, sir."