~Somewhere in an alley in Velstrea District 3: Southwall~
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through a quiet alleyway. It was evening and the sun had just set.
"Get your ass back here! You can't keep runnin' forever!"
The loud shout of a man in a brown and gold suit rang through the alley as he ran. Following behind him were two other men in grey and black suits.
"(These guys won't quit! I seriously don't want to waste my time on them!)"
A brown-haired boy sprinted ahead of them. Lucen Rivers. 18 years old and a highschool senior. He sharply turned at corners in an attempt to lose the three men. They, of course, would not let up, following right behind him.
"(Just how desperate are these guys?! If I keep running, they have to stop eventually, right?! Just gotta keep goin- huh?)
Time, at that moment, felt like it froze for Lucen. It was that moment that he saw something –or someone unreal. Someone… apart of his imagination. It was like witnessing fireworks for the first time as a child.
"Who…?"
Standing about 30 feet away from him, on top of some stairs, was a girl. Her hair, a long, shining white with a quarter of the right side of her bangs being a streak of black. Her skin was pale as a ghost and her lips were coated with jet-black lipstick. Her right eye was pure black while her left eye was deep-red with an intricate design that looked similar to that of a star. She wore an all black dress that only covered her torso, with a chainmail cover under, up to her neck leaving her shoulders and arms bare. On her wrists were black braces with thorns. On her feet were black boots, stopping just below her knees.
"Stop running, you bastard!"
Knocked out of the trance he was in, Lucen ran past the girl and turned another corner into a seemingly open space. Continuing further, he would eventually realize that he has, in fact, ran into a…
"Dead end…"
Lucen, having reached said dead end, stopped in his tracks, now cornered by the three men in suits chasing him.
"What's wrong pretty boy? Ya lost?"
"Alright alright. You got me.", Lucen defeatedly sighed and threw his hands up in the air, visibly surrendering.
"You all look like very… reasonable older gentlemen. Surely, you'll let a young whippersnapper like me go, right? Right…?"
The man in the brown suit smirked.
"Sure sure, of course we'll let you go… Over his dead body!", he pointed to the man in a grey suit behind him.
"Hey, why mine?"
"Because your ugly ass is the most disposable of us three."
"Anyways, I say it's high time we teach this cocky little twat a lesson for ruinin' things, huh? He thinks he can just talk a lot of crap and just run off?"
"You two stay back, I always get the first lick.", the man in the brown suit cracked his knuckles as he began walking towards Lucen.
"Wait wait! Stop! I'm not ready yet!"
"Too late! My fist is already in swingin' motion!"
The man cocked his fist back and swung it, hitting Lucen in the fac- Woah woah. Stop, stop. Sorry but I'll be taking over the narration from here. Hello everyone, as you probably already know by now, I'm Lucen. You're probably wondering how I got into this, interesting, situation. Well, it all started about 15 minutes ago…
~15 Minutes Ago~
I begrudgingly walked down a quiet alley. My phone shut off, the battery completely dead. School ended a few hours ago and I missed the last train home so I was stuck walking home. My GPS signaled the fastest way was through this quiet corner of the city. Despite being quiet, there were stores and places that were open. Some were normal like Vintage CD shops and there were some other places like brothels.
"(Ughhh, this is the WORST possible place my phone could die in. I should've charged it before I left the house. At least I remember the directions through here. Khara's definitely gonna chew me out again if I'm home after 12...)
"Come onnn, just let us take you home!"
I looked to the left and spotted three men surrounding a seemingly, business woman.
"Trust me, it gets real dangerous here at night. You don't wanna be all alone right? Don't worry, we'll get you out of here, nice and easy. Here, take my hand."
"Please leave me alone…"
"Don't be like that! I'm practically offering myself up to you on a silver platter, ya know? I don't hand these kinda offers out often, ya know? Especially for free!"
"Umm, excuse me.", I approached the four, taking a better look at the woman the three men were surrounding.
"Eh?", a blonde, short-haired man in a brown and gold suit spoke up. I assume he's the group leader.
"I don't think the very beautiful miss over there is very comfortable right now..."
"And just who the hell are you?!"
"Ah, the main character always introduces himself at this point of the story, apologies. Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Lucen Rivers. Professional Ladies Man and the most handsome guy that you, yes you, will have the pleasure of talking to.", I take a bow after my glorious introduction, knowing I made a wonderful impression.
"Who the hell introduces themselves like that…? Does this guy have a screw loose? Whatever. Doesn't matter. Scram boy. Shoo. We're busy as you can see."
'Hmmm. You guys haven't introduced yourselves so... how about I just name you guys to make things easier?"
"Wha-"
I point to the man in the black suit to the right of the group leader.
"You. You will be Thug 3."
I point to the man in the grey suit to the left of the group leader.
"And you, you will be Thug 2."
And finally, I point to the middle man in the brown and gold suit, the group leader.
"And of course, our star of the show. You will be Thug 1."
The three stared in silence, dumbfounded, confused, and probably very annoyed with their now, new identities.
"Anyways, I have a problem with you three! You guys clearly don't know how to talk to women! In fact, it's like you're not even trying!"
I look over at Thug 3, "You… You don't look too bad actually. You get a pass."
I then turn to Thug 2, "You… Wait, how old are you…? You look old enough to be my dad… Should I tell your kids at home that you're hitting on girls their age, old man? You make me sick."
Finally, I look at Thug 1 in the middle, "And you… I'm sorry but did you dump a bucket of piss on your head? What compelled you to dye your hair when you barely have any?? I can't believe you can wake up and walk outside looking like this much less hit on women far out of your league. The only thing making you look the least bit decent is that suit."
Behind Thug 1, I catch a glimpse of the woman quietly laughing.
"You see, what's got me so worked up is how you guys have the nerve to approach this beautiful and wonderful looking woman and yet not be aware of how you present yourself! Then you back her into a corner and you're surprised when she's uncomfortable. It's like you guys took inspiration from the most generic goons in a trashy superhero flick. Shame on you. Shame on you."
A moment of silence passed before Thug 1 spoke up, the tone in his voice, cold as ice.
"You got 3 seconds to get the hell outta my sight or I'm gonna beat your ass, bastard."
"Hey hey. There's no need for violence. Besides, look behind you."
"The hell?!"
Looking behind them, the woman has completely disappeared and left.
"Well... Seems that's over and done with so I'll be going now. All in a day's work, am I right?"
"You're not going anywhere, you piece of shit!"
I take off running the opposite direction but the three thugs follow suit.
"You get your ass back here!"