POV: Acil Harlem

"Silence!" Martin yelled, his voice echoing through the large workshop we had gathered in.

The chattering immediately stopped and everyone's attention was directed towards the three of us: Martin, Hannah and me.

"As you all know the gang's going through some stuff at the moment! That means we can't have you people running around and making trouble in our name!" Martin yelled.

I hated that we needed to have this meeting at all but since the last police chief was killed in some gang dispute we had been having trouble. Suddenly the police are all upright and just. And of course, the old police chief just had to keep a record of all the things he ignored... We had managed to weasel our asses out of most of the crimes that we committed over the past twenty-five or so years but there was one, one fucking crime that we still needed to deal with. Fourteen years ago when we shot that cockroach Ethan some children found his corpse after we threw it into the river and now we're not only charged with murder but also with some crime about mentally scarring children or something like that... and torture as well, almost forgot that.

"Why don't we just take over the police again?!" one man yelled from the back of the workshop.

"You think we didn't try?!" I yelled back.

Hannah held onto me tightly.

"You really think I didn't make any plans for when that fool bit the dust?! It obviously didn't fucking work!" I yelled.

"Well then we'll just use force!" some other gang member yelled back.

Since when are these fools so disrespectful? Right, since we killed Ethan, they all lost their favourite toy.

I grit my teeth.

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"Listen here you fuckheads! Right now we need to lay low! If any of you have a problem with that, come right up! Show me that you can do better! If you can't even bring yourself to do that then don't you fucking dare question my leadership!" I yelled.

My voice echoed through the workshop more than I'd like it to. Hannah once again tightened her grip on my arm. For a few seconds, nothing happened, no one said a word, all I could hear was breathing and... footsteps?

"I have a problem with your leadership!" a man whose voice I didn't recognize said loudly and confidently.

"Who are you?!" Martin yelled.

"I? Yes, who am I? That is a good question... but all I can tell you is that I am a man, looking for fun!" the man said.

His voice drowned out everything, even the sound of everyone except Martin, Hannah and me dropping to the ground, their heads missing. My eyes widened and I felt my heart pounding quicker than ever before.

"H-How!" I yelled, trying to get away but noticing that I was paralyzed if it was fear or poison... I didn't know.

"Simple... it's magic!" the man said as he stepped into my field of view.

He wore a ragged brown hooded cloak that hid everything.

"What do you want!?" Martin yelled with tears in his eyes.

"I already said what I want. Fun!" the man said loudly as he extended his arms to both sides.

I could see a medieval-looking sword hover behind him.

"What the fuck is this!?" I asked.

"My way of having fun. Now don't get angry. For I have an opportunity for the three of you! An opportunity that you can sadly not refuse. But it is a great one, believe me!"

Opportunity? What the fuck is this guy on about.

"Now I'm sure you all remember your good friend Ethan."

"What? Ethan? Is that you, you little cockroach?" Martin asked, his voice sounding weak.

"Oh no, I'm not Ethan or, rather Altair. That's the name he goes by now by the way," the man said.

"What do you mean? We killed him!" I said loudly and angrily.

Hannah tightened her grip once again, she was shaking and crying.

"Yes, yes. But I revived him. Or rather, had him revived. In another world. One filled with magic and all that fun stuff! And I will do the same to you three! You will be the chosen ones, destined to hunt down your old toy and kill it once again! Or maybe your old toy will kill you this time? Who knows? And that's the fun behind it all! So don't worry, your death will be painless!"

The man was just rambling about things that made no sense.

Was he someone sent by the police?

I suddenly fell to the ground, just like Martin and Hannah... no wait that's not right, where were our bodies? We had been beheaded! I tried to scream but... I couldn't. Instead, I appeared in a void of darkness.

"Welcome! To the chamber of the dead!" someone said. "Or was it chamber of death? I think I forgot..."

"W-What the..."