The Rose Rebellion
There was no noise, not one at all...should it had been that way until a explosion over came the city of New York. Seconds later police came, firemen came to help as well. There was alot of fire from the Empire state building, it began falling down slowly as women, men, and children ran from the chaos. People were watching from the news of the chaos, as reporters are claiming that this was from terriorts. Something similar to 9/11. But no, this was nothing like it, it was at night, and no one was around.
Four women stood on top of another building, all of them had a smirk on their face. One of them, held up a Ace in her hand, looking at a person's name on it. In seconds it burned on her hands and disappeared. Turning to the rest of the girls, the leader, named Emi, brushed her hands seeing the dust come down. She sighed, "We are done here girls..." she said as she watched all of the other three girls run off quickly. Emi turned back to the destruction, watching the city fall, that's how basically everything runs around here.
The so called 'terrorist' are a bunch of assasins that call themselves the "Four Aces." No they didn't start 9/11 but they did start this. And now no one knows who did it, but they know more then one person did this...why would only one person do it, Emi thought it was cool after all. She looked down from her roof, noticing a cop...wait no..."Marshall..." she whispered to herself. The Marshall must of heard her, or had the urge to look up, because once he did he noticed her.
He walked inside the building, but Emi didn't move, she infact waited until he came up to the roof, seeing her there he walked up to her. He had long black hair, almost as long as Emi's, he had dark eyes, so dark that they looked black. They were dim as well. "What are you doing up here young lady?" He asked. Emi said nothing, she didn't even look at him yet, she continued to look at the chaos. He walked up to her and grabbed her hand, but she then tempted to twist his arm with her other hand.
He managed to avoid that and was going to pull her back since she was resisting to move. But she aimed a knee to his stomach, only for his elbow to block the sudden hit. She looked at him and he smirked. "You know who I am" Emi said, she was right, after all he didn't seem normal. The smirk of his grew wider once she spoke. "You're not a marshal are you?" Still no answer from this guy. And there were no hits coming from them. Sure they were throwing punches, but no one was getting hit. They both were blocking each other's attacks, but only then Emi had the chance to push him away from her. Once that happened he jumped away, disappearing. She looked around, only to spot a red rose on the floor, with it's thorns still intacted. It had a note, and she began to read it once she picked the flower up.
A rose is still a rose, but blood always had the ensential to run slower then water. A rose holds this blood in hand, and seeks it's beauty, which lies in those infront of her face...not knowing the danger infront of it...
Emi remembered something like this when she was little, she looked at the paper in a confused way before looking around again and running away fromt he scene seconds later. The Marshal was back downstairs now, watching her as she ran off, he smiled before turning to his friends, indeed there was four of them. And they all looked suspcious. "I guess...the rebellion starts now" The Marshall said.
"Now Damien should we all really look like this...I hate having my second appearance, if looking like Chris here didn't help then I don't know what" said one of the guys, he had jet black hair, although in certain shades it looked dark purple. He also had grey eyes.
"We should head out before anything else happens" Damien said and they all agreed before disappearing into the night. As the chaos stormed and reports bloomed, no one knew of the little incident that occured.
