"Asselyum,"

Asselyum walked through the New York crowd on the streets, drenched in the rain, looking at everyone's attire while everyone looked at hers. She saw a diversity of humans, tall, short, brunette, blonde, dark, white, young and old. Children. "They've killed everyone. Nicole and I probably won't be alive by the time you come back. But you are fighting for a greater cause,"

She had never seen children before. She leaned at a poor, homeless kid selling flowers. She looked at how small her proportions were, so easily destructible, so vulnerable to violence. She was, she believed, a defect or a mutation of some sort. Shee stared back at Asselyum and offered her a flower, "This will be a dirty job," She took the flower from her hands, "But that's what dirty people do,"

She brought her hands forward, "That'll be two dollars,"
Asselyum looked at her, "I do not have money,"
"Oh, then, you're like me?" She asked.

Asselyum looked at her fragile arms, "No, I most certainly am not,"
She returned the flower back to her, "You'd cry if you'd know the number of graves I've stood on,"
She looked at Asselyum gently, "If that is so, you must be really full of sorrow. Keep it,"

"Be a good girl,"

Asselyum was left standing alone in those crowded streets, looking around at people who were busy among themselves. The flower burnt in her hands and soon turned to ashes.

"Daddy loves you,"

She pressed her fingers into her left ear, "Mik, Norman, Vill. Can you guys hear me?" There was no reply "Am I really the only one here?" A woman soon bumped into her and yelled, "Can't you fucking see, bitch?" She chewed gum as she removed her sunglasses. She was dressed in a black top and black synthetic shorts with a leather belt around her waist and a golden chain around her neck, "I like your style,"

"Whatever, move it, bitch!"

"Okay," Asselyum picked her up on her shoulders and walked into a narrow, empty street, soaking up the city's drainage, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, BITCH!? PUT ME DOWN!"
Asselyum threw her down and looked down at her, "Give me your clothes,"
She got up, "I'm calling the motherfucking cops on you," She picked up her phone and dialled but Asselyum grabbed her hand and crushed the phone while it was still in her hand, crushing her fingers with the phone. She screamed but Asselyum covered her mouth, "You are so loud, you heat up my systems.

She gave her a blow on her head and knocked her out.
"Should've done this beforehand,"

After changing, she moved towards a car parked alongside a shop. She looked at the car as her eyes glowed brightly. The car doors unlocked by themselves and opened up for her. She sat inside the car and found a pair of leather gloves on the dashboard. She wore them and started driving. Her eyes projected that same list of four names,

"Technician -Lupin Kuznetsov
Coordinator- Jimmy Valentine
Mechanic- Axel
Controller- Slaine"

The list had all their details and credentials.
"Slaine." She said, speeding up the car. She drove at full speed. The speedometer of the car ran from 100 to 120, but suddenly a policeman saw her and blew his whistle signalling her to stop. She applied the brakes immediately. The policeman walked to the car and looked at her for a while, then he said, "Young lady, do you know how fast you were driving? It's very dangerous." He continued his lecture while Asselyum looked at the gun kept in his pocket.

"Show me your license," He had his writing pad in his hand. She almost grabbed him by his throat but remembered her commend, "Do not make war,"
She raised her face towards him and touched his face "I've got better things to show."

"...What?"

Slaine; attractive, tall and smart. But he didn't have any chicks on his side because he was homeless like the overwhelming majority - about 95 per cent - of the more than 78,000 million people in New York. He earned some money by playing at the arcade and betting money. He, in fact, was one of the best gamers in the city and people came to that arcade especially to challenge him-- However, nobody could ever defeat him.

That morning, Slaine was rushing to the arcade on his skateboard. He reached the usual 'Insert Coins Video Lounge' game bar in the city mall of New York City.

He had blue eyes and pink hair, wearing an old hoodie and a pair of worn-out jeans-- The clothes that he got a donation for the poor and homeless. He also had a small, gold earring on his left ear, which seemed to have lost its shine over a period of time. He was almost 18 but still had never attended school. His main goal every day was to get food in his belly-- Everything else was secondary.

As he entered the arcade, everyone shrieked his name. He had the challenger for that day waiting for him. He seemed rich, drowning in branded clothing and gold chains.
"You are late." He glared at him. Slaine threw the money on the table.
"Sorry, was busy fucking you mom," He removed his jacket and sat on the machine.

"Asshole-Just wait and watch how I completely obliterate you." They sat on the machines and started the game. Slaine always won because of his magnificent strategies, which made his skills so unbeatable. His opponent for the day was a businessman's youngest son who was in a delusion of being the best gamer in New York. He wouldn't come down to this worn out and old arcade if it were not for Slaine. Slaine has put $20 on the bet--That was all he had, while he had put $200 on the bet since he was sure he would win. But as he felt that victory was not his, he grew irritated and Slaine noticed.

He was used to this and he had foreseen what was coming.

"You can't defeat me!" He yelled.
"Oh, but I am doing that smoothly," Slaine smirked. Not even five minutes had passed and Slaine had won already. The audience screamed his name as he collected all the money.
"Thank you for playing." He smiled as he held the $100 bill.

"I've never lost in this game, ever!"
"Great, everyone is new at something." Slaine was done with the game hence he had no intention of staying inside the arcade any longer. He walked out and his opponent followed him.

"You must be feeling really arrogant" He shouted.
"Not really, bringing down spoiled dicks like you is an everyday job for me,"
He ran at Slaine but Slaine kicked his skateboard and began heading towards the subway, "What a loser,", He was making a turn when suddenly a car appeared before him and he fumbled, "SHIT!" He stopped, scraping his ankle. He was almost crushed beneath it if he hadn't stopped the skateboard. Asselyum pulled down the glass and looked at him through her sunglasses.

"Stop doing crack while you drive, bitch," He frowned over her while she sat still in the car. She extended her arm towards him, and touched his neck, "You must be Slaine" She matched the picture in her database with him.
He slapped her hand, "Keep your hands off of me, you hoe. Why are you looking for me? You wanna play?" He believed her to be another rich and delusional opponent.

Asselyum took out a gun and pointed it at him.
"Nice toy, what does it shoot? Tears?" He smirked.
"No, but it does bring tears to the people it shoots at," She pressed the trigger. The bullet slightly missed Slaine's neck and passed right beside him, breaking the glass window of the arcade. Upon hearing the bullet's sound, people began shouting and running in all directions creating chaos.

"No match for a runblaster, but will do," She looked at the gun.
"What the hell! Are you insane?! Bitch, you wanna kill me?"
She shoved the gun into Slaine's mouth to shut him up at once, "I want you. Control me,"

'What a weird bitch. What have I got myself into,'
"Get in, now," She said and he slowly made his way inside the car. She threw the gun on the dashboard and began driving, "I don't have anything to give you though,"

She looked at him "Then, is that dick for decoration."

"What the-" He covered his crotch with his hands "I'm not here to be an escort to some rich woman!"
"You will be mine,"
"Hell naw!" They reached the basement of a bar. She threw him on the floor and he glared at her, "Why are we here?" He asked while a bartender just cleaned the glasses behind him, watching them interact.

"You're a pro gamer" She removed the leather gloves from her hands, "I need you to control me lie you control the characters in those video games. Except that the game we'd play would be more...realistic,"
"Will I be paid?"
"Handsomely. In fact, I doubt you'd be able to use all that in one life,"

Slaine was surprised, "What would I have to do,"
"Just everything I say,"
"I refuse. I live on my terms. I do not want your money. I am going home," He got up and reached for the door,

"Slaine Benjamin, you don't have a home,"
He stopped at the door, "You have no family, no friends, no nothing. You can die today and no one would care. Why do you show me such arrogance in a situation like yours? You should be happy to be given an opportunity,"

He turned and looked at her, "It's because I have nothing, I do not fear anything.
Because I have nothing to lose,
And I will keep it that way,"

The door closed and he was gone.

-To be continued

Slaine Benjamin
5500 Rebellion