Chapter 1: Chapter 1
"That's no way to treat a lady now."
Slamming an old rickety chair on the equally old wooden floor, a low hum from a voice changer filled the tense atmosphere. A deep red glow from the mask they wore slowly grew brighter, tense hands gripping the top of the chair as a group of men turned around from their loud circle. The bar was quiet now, the green neon lights casting an eerie glow over the hooded figure.
"It's the wolf!"
Propping their masked head up on one hand, a loud buzz from the voice changer signalled a sigh. "I suggest you leave."
A tall burly woman stands, her dark eyes glinting as she pushed a smaller more petite one into a group of three men. "And why would we do such a thing?"
"Because otherwise you'll be picking your teeth up from the ground."
The woman pauses, barking out a loud laugh as her left hand pounded on a table. "Oh, wolf. How I wish we could stay and keep this quite hilarious discussion going. But I'm afraid you'll be dead in the street within the next few minutes."
Swerving around a punch thrown at her, wolf grabs the man who tried to sneak up on them and throw him into the crowd. She stands up, swiveling on one foot with the chair in hand and slams it over a woman's head.
Wolf jumps back as another woman jumps forward with a knife, trying to slice at them. They kick her back, only to stumble forward as wood showered the floor under them. a broken piece of wood falls next to them, Wolf standing up slowly.
'Ow.'
a loud hiss escapes as the woman digs her knife into their arm. Wolf rips it from their arm, stabbing the woman in the shoulder before spinning around and landing the blade in the back of her neck. They then rush forward, landing a punch to a man's jaw and sending him flying back.
Ducking under a metal pipe, wolf charges into a man and gets him on his back. They turn, kicking his head before running to the next person. They land another punch to the woman's stomach, the woman keeping over with a gasp. Wolf grips her hair, kneeing the woman in the face before throwing her into a couple of other goons.
A few people run for the front door, the woman screaming at them to get back. A man lands a punch to her mask, the cover shifting as a loud 𝘱𝘰𝘱 filled the room. Wolf stumbles back, turning to look at the man. He blinks, jaw dropping. Wolf lurchea forward, kicking him in the chest and into the tables behind him. Wolf looks at the woman as the few goons left standing swarmed the woman in a defensive position. Wolf points to the door.
"Leave!"
Looking down at the scattered bodies, the woman sighs. "Maybe next time. Come on." Picking up the people laying around, the group leaves.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?"
Looking at the small woman, Wolf nods. They slowly walk to the back of the bar, passing by a blond woman and brunette man. They stop, seeing they were both bound and gagged. Wolf walks over, untieing them.
" ¿Estás bien?" The woman gathers them in a hug. "No we aren't! We were tied up and Ella was taken by those bastards! Thank god you showed up!"
The brunette hugs them too, sighing. "Are you okay, Echo?" They stand up, helping the two up. "Sí." The other brunette grips her arm, looking at the dark blood covering Wolf's jacket. "Take it off Echo. We know you're hurt.
Sighing, they strip off the jacket.
the hood falls too, a long black braid slipping down their back as the tank top they wore showed off the tattoos and bandages. "Jeez girl. Look at that." Looking at the deep gash in their arm, Echo pulls away. "I can take care of it."
"You don't need to do everything on your own."
They reach up, flicking off a switch.
"And?"
The deep buzzing baritone once accompanying their voice was gone, a now higher smoother alto flowing out. "Echo. . ."
The raven turns away, walking towards the back with the jacket slung over her shoulder. Echo tosses her jacket on an old couch, grabbing the first aid kit.
She was quick to patch herself up, tensing at each prick of the needle as she sewed the wound together. After wrapping it up, Echo pulls off the mask. A dark shadow cast over her face, bright blue orbs glinting. She sets a hand to her nose, setting it back in place. Echo hisses, stumbling back before planting a hand on the arm of the couch.
"¡Mierda!"
She let's out a deep breath, standing up. The raven grabs the mask and jacket, walking up a set of stairs and to a room. It was dark in there, the only lights streaming in were the neon signs outside to pull in any sad sap stumbling around in the dirty streets of the undercity.
Pulling off her tank top, Echo sighs as she undoes the tight wrap. She pulls on a different tank top, the fabric clinging to her sweaty skin. She pops down in a chair, blue eyes fixed on the items pinned to the wall opposite. Her eyes narrow, the raven standing up and planting a bloody hand on the wall.
"Beatrix, bastarda astuta."
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