Chapter Eight
Heaven is just a town.
However, it serves has a good example to many of the things that happen in this strange world.
For instance, one look at Heaven would tell you what are the rules.
There's but one rule.
E.A.G.L.E. does has it pleases, everyone else does has they are allowed.
It's a simple rule.
Doesn't mean people have to like it.
Long before people dream about escaping their miserable leaves to travel to far away places, there were already those who enslaved others to their will.
Rules upon rules, an hierarchy of people stepping on their brethren to reach an higher place.
There are also those who always fought back.
Has example, I present to you the life of an avenger.
A hero of sorts.
She was born in what is possibly one of the worst places to be born.
From a young age she had to sell her body on the streets.
She however, had her father's mood -whoever he was- and so it didn't took long for her to feel strongly against her condition.
She resent every day of her life.
She would soon find out it was quite easy to bust someone's head open with a wide variety of objects including certain canes, one of which she promptly stole from one of her clients.
It was of a strong metallic purple colored cane, resistant and heavy enough to cause damage but light enough for her to swing it.
Life had beaten her up, now it was her turn.
That cane gave her many strange ideas, violent, radical ones.
She picked up her costume has she went. You would be surprised how easy it is to find a mask and a cape, along with other accessories and make up an elaborate costume when you know the right people.
A costume that can make you pass for what Jessica use to be but would mask your identity has you search the nights for people to beat up for revenge.
Her former clients were a good warm up.
Soon enough word got out of her new hobby.
No one knew who she was.
No one cared. All kinds of crazy comes out of the Devil's Doors.
The meanest neighborhoods in town, spread through the Third District with drug dealers and prostitutes by the heaps.
So you had to be very stupid to turn down the chance of having someone beating up the person that had beaten you.
It was common place to find the girls with black eyes and missing teeth.
Jessica spent three years, making people pay eye for an eye, taking revenge for herself and the other women of all ages that suffered in those streets and she loved every moment.
"You like this you %&$"####???" she shouted while bashing the man's skull repeatedly.
One hit on the head and the man was on the ground.
Two hits and he was in a coma.
So far he had taken fifteen. The red mush that used to be his head was quite well spread through the room.
This one had been easy to fool, drunk and prompt to hump anything that looked easy. Getting him in the room she rented was no fun, has he let him self be led like a sheep to the slaughter.
This one was known for being a brute. Most girls would avoid him.
Some were to young to know or too desperate to care.
The Mafias were "too good" to manage anything there and E.A.G.L.E. agents wouldn't care the least. People died there everyday.
No one cared.
She did.
Girls talked, didn't took long to know when one of them went missing or was found dead.
She kept hitting the body violently.
Head, torso, she was too exhausted and and angry to care.
She dropped the cane and took of the mask, trying to dry her tears.
She felt on the filthy floor and tried to catch up her breath.
Any agents that found the body in the morning wouldn't do much to look for the killer.
However, they would kill her on the spot if they found her now.
Almost if they were clones, at least to her all E.A.G.L.E. patrol officers she ever met were brutes twice her size that usually spent has much time using drugs and getting prostitutes has they spent beating up people for fun and looked all alike.
They were all one and the same.
She put back her mask, picked up the cane cleaning it with the sheets of the bed and walked out of the room.
She usually didn't beat this men death but her anger had been getting the best of her.
No one lives forever, true but she wasn't in a hurry to..
The noise that followed was the most dreadful thing she ever heard.
It felt like something between rusty metal wheels grinding screws in a cacophony of shrieks and yells that made her ears bleed. So intense the lights went out, has the lamps blew up from the sheer power of those screams, her vision reduced to the poor illumination now being provided by the windows in the corridors.
She tried to get some hold of herself, looking right and left.
The shadows were moving.
Still shrieking they moved out for her, like monsters out of a nightmare.
She turned her back to face one of the creatures close enough for her to fill it's breath.
It's head resembled a black helmet, one that allowed the creature to display its many and huge white teeth in a grin of what could be both pain and sadistic glee while hiding the rest of it's face from the world.
For a moment the noise stopped, or maybe she had just gone deaf.
She was terrified, the thing, she now realized is or use to be a woman, a lean torso and some of it's breasts visible while the rest was covered by black metal and leather that looked horribly grafted to the pale blue skin.
Was this thing even alive?
It opened it's mouth, breathing it's foul air into her face, making strange noises has if savoring her fear.
"Oh, no you don't!"
She never expected to live long.
She didn't care.
No one did.
She swift her cane at the thing.
It dodged.
She turn to run and the thing tore at her cape with teeth and claw.
With only a split second to spend, she bashed at the thing's skull and was rewarded with a cracking sound that she savored to the max until a wave of pain exploded at her left shoulder.
The other things apparently identical to the first one, attacked without delay.
Teeth and sharp claws sinking in her flesh, she screamed and struggled has the creatures became more excited and took her apart.
The cane felt on the ground, has her blood left her body like water from a fountain, the horrors did their work, even the only one she now a victim was able to hit even if just once.
Outnumbered and out powered, she had no chance.
No one had.
This were the Devil's Doors and no one could use this doors to leave.
She was dead soon enough has the shrieks of her killers kept on for hours.
No one would dare to investigate, no one could be bothered to see what sounded like a death sentence. Each man for himself.
Soon nothing was left, but for that cane and blood.
Possibly all her blood.
The things, after torturing her to death in sadistic pleasure and dismembering her
took with them what they hadn't eat to some secret place from which they had crawled back.
Mixed with the shadows, made silent once sated they faded.
The hero, the avenger, the woman in a purple and black disguise, a murderer and hooligan and perhaps a saver was gone.
Soon someone found the cane and took it.
Didn't matter who.
Later, the blood, was found, in the room and in the corridor but no bodies.
The Banshees didn't waste a free meal.
Time would take it's course and things would pass.
The mysterious woman would never be seen again, no one would take her place and she would never be spoken of.
This was Heaven.
No one cared.
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