mobsters: act I : The Mayor is here.

Mobsters: Act I.the Mayor is here.


Magali pushed the door open and smirked widely. She quickly closed the door behind her form and leaned against the door. Her blue eyes were gleaming with excitement and she bit at her thumb. She was a gorgeous and pale redhead with a thin but toned figure. Her hair was curly and big, almost crowning her face because of its volume.She was wearing glasses and had the habit to push them up her nose. Magali was working as a nurse at Mercy Hospital of Nancy City. During the service, she was a very kind and dedicated nurse but at night, she became a criminal. A serial killer would be more appropriate. She was gifted with telekinesis. Occasionally, she helped the Police of Nancy City catch/ kill criminals but being deranged, it only was a matter of time before Mags decided to open her killing list to anyone she fancied.Tonight, she decided to be loyal to her friend who was standing only a few miles away from her.

"WHOAH Miss V, you look ravishing tonight. The show is going to be... incredible." -She said, walking closer towards the other woman.-

"Magali... Cease your flattery. It doesn't work on me." Said the other woman who was still applying red lipstick on her plump lips. "What is the new?"

"Can't I come and visit an old friend? Does it have to do with... my second job?" Asked the redhead sarcastically. before she sat on a chair and crossed her legs.

Miss V  or  Asma Jensen was one of the most successful singers and entertainer of the country. She was a beautiful woman, whose skin was brown as chocolate. Her hair, at small of the back length, was curly and soft but when she was performing, she hid it beneath the brown wig. Her eyes, golden on black eyesockets were also hidden behind special lenses. Her powers were unknown to most of them but some said she was a strong telepath.She put her hands on the wooden table and tilted her head to the side, finally staring back at the gorgeous redhead.

"You know why I asked for your help. I cannot do it all by myself. I am an entertainer." -She said furrowing her brows slightly. Crossing her legs, Magali played with the chair's arms and looked at her  "Tell me."

"My my... so demanding. The Mayor will attend your show. He said he is eager to welcome such a star. A native of Nancy City. He knows how to talk and convince people.No wonder why the fucker is the Mayor"

"The Mayor will come, to see my show??.."

Asma froze and shifty-eyed as several thoughts were crossing her mind. The Mayor will come tonight. She couldn't believe her ears and furrowed her brows even harder. Anthony Deen, born from a violent man who despised him was raised by Asma's father when he was young. Rumours were going on (and still do) about the fact he was born human instead of a mutant which brought shame to his family and caused his father's rejection.  Asma discovered the lifeless body of her father when she went home and was able to see the face of the escaping murderer. It was Anthony and after several years spent out of Nancy City, once an adult, he came back as an ambitious and powerful man. He demonstrated element-bending abilities which didn't stop the rumors but at least helped him win the elections and become the new Mayor. Asma became a famous singer and toured across the country. She was away when she learned that Anthony became the new Mayor and decided to prepare her revenge. The first step was to come back to Nancy City and contact the right people to help her. If during the day or the night, she was a singer, whenever she had a free time (and mostly the nights she wasn't performing) Asma became Black Bunny, a famous thief and vigilante (of some sort) who sought for information. She met Magali Penwood during one of these nights and the two befriended. Magali was fascinated by both the singer but the psychopath that was beneath and accepted to help her in her quest for revenge. It was thrilling, exciting.. entertaining. Asma knew that Magali would not be enough and that she would have to work on her network some more. Once she would have the right people in her hand, she would use them to lure the Mayor have him get close to her. She wanted to discover his secret, disgrace him publicly before she eventually killed him herself.  Blinded with her revenge, she was able to go to extremes and didn't know yet where her path would lead her. For the time being, the Mayor will attend her show. He would see her. She would only have this opportunity to catch his attention, enough to have him contact her afterward. Magali smirked and nodded.

"MMHH mmhhh. The Mayor. Here's your chance Asma. Your chance to catch his interest."

"There's no way I.. He will be very suspicious..." -She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Her breath was heavier but Magali stood up and walked towards her friend. Her slender fingers started to rub and massage Asma's neck and she planted a kiss.

"Don't worry about that. Tonight, you're the entertainer. I know you want to get revenge, but the best of them take time. Let him come to you. Let him become crazy about you and when he least expects it." She said as she tilted her head to the side and bit at Asma's sensitive neck. "You kill him."

"Sounds like a good plan," Asma whispered before she put her mask on. "Sounds perfect." She would wait and take her time. That made her breathe more calmly and she finally said to her friend after she stroked her arm. "You can go have your seat. Miss V is ready for her show."

It was the beginning, the game was on.

freefall

free fall.

When your dreams of kisses and love
turn into a full nightmare, what do you do?
When instead of saying words of love
You end hurting the other even more?
What has become of us? Tell me... what has become of us?
Was it love? Was it real?
Is it war, this ordeal?
Aren't you tired of testing me? of making me wait endlessly?
Or maybe you don't even realize,
the mess in which you threw me?
I love you.

Is this a mistake?

I love you.

Help me see better.
Reject me if you wish but don't make me long for it.
Release me from this prison, from the hell you sent me into.
Can't you see? The power of these feelings is killing me inside.
I can't give it to you because you don't want it... so what do I do?
I want to spit this love, vomit it in your face, burn you with it so you can understand.
But if I do, I'll go insane... if I do.. you'll take advantage of it.. of me.
So I conceal, I keep it in.
I watch you watch me destroy myself.
The secret is consuming, the secret is burning...
I am a fool.. you made me look like one.
A fool for loving you. Ah, what can I do?

Is this a mistake?

I love you...

I fucking love you....

I hate you.......but I probably hate myself even more.

I can't give you all my tears

I can't give you my tears, I've cried all of them before we even met. What's left inside of me is melancholia. It's following me like a flee after sugar. I used to be scared of it, I used to refuse it but I am tired. You slammed the last nail in my coffin and forced me to stare at Melancholia straight in its eyes.What a wreck I am, what a mess... but I am prepared, I know how it feels already so it's easier this time. It's like comfortable sleepers or a nice pillow. It's just there like the kidney to my body, insufferable companion in the solitude I put myself in. I can't give you all my tears, not even when I want to give you storms and hurricanes.. not even when I want to beat the pulp into you for making me feel this way.. not when I want to get rid of my own-self for simply existing.. for having believed only a second it could have been... possible. I am ashamed, I am upset. I am quiet. I am resigned. I let it be and I feel numb. I can't give you all my tears.. not even if you did deserve all of them.