"I am getting sick of you dirty wolves entering my territory!"
Angel looked over her shoulder at the girl. She was hunched up in a ball, terrified. The man's words had not made her move at all. Her knees were stained red over her cargo pants, her hair sprawled out messily over her face. Angel took a small towel out of her bag and threw it at her. "For your nose." She whispered. "Go up the stairs, go out a back door to a back staircase. If you don't want to deal with being bait on the Wolves' fishing rod anymore, stay there and I'll help you. Otherwise, get out while you can." The girl reacted hastily, scampering up the stairs like a startled puppy. She knew that this was a risk to let her go back to the Wolves but she did not think she could bring herself to kill a helpless minor. If they were possibly baited as she suspected, then she knew someone was here to spy anyway. She had a feeling she wasn't the target they were after.
She readjusted her attention to the mechanical bird out the window. Up-close, his appearance was a bit more clear. It seemed to be some sort of high-tech suit that achieved man-made flight, something completely unheard of as far as she knew. The voice coming from it was obviously human and he was wearing a helmet to mask his identity. He was expressing a desire to speak to her for some reason. Her eyes traveled from his gun to the guy with the hole in his chest. This type of weaponry was also unheard of. This must have been the Wolves target. They'd be all over for this the moment they saw it. Without budging, she finally said, "Say what you have to say then. I'm right here and can hear you loud and clear."
The white-haired boy lounging in the throne of his mansion could be framed in painting at that moment. His skin was almost as white as his hair and his dark eyelashes reached down his sharp cheekbones as his eyelids shut. He looked fairly surreal at that moment. He was fairly tall and lean, with a decent amount of muscle tone. He was dressed in a very expensive black suit and tie at this moment. He never wore anything of any less quality. Nestled at the top of his head was a golden crown. It was without a doubt real.
The mansion had an outdated look to it, clearly one of Pittsburgh's historic mansions. It had almost a castle-feel to it on the outside. He had people touch it up and clean it on the daily. The carpet was that of a dead bear. Two marble staircases on each side of the throne curved up to the second floor. Archways on each side of the room lead to other rooms. A beautiful crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, lighting up the room brilliantly.
The double-doors swung open as armed men in daunting wolf masks came through the door, dragging a family. The family consisted of the parents, a girl, and a boy in their late teens, and then a young male child. All were a mix of blonde hair and brown hair. One man was at each side of the person with an iron grip under their armpits.
They lined up with one family member a time.
Roman sighed, opening his eyes with mild interest. A few hushed gasps as per usual entered the air in reaction to his eye color. He straightened in his throne and glanced at the man. He was very muscular and seemed to have some history in some sort of athletic training.
"Michael Goodwin. He's forty-four years old and served in the army during the war. He and his family have resided in D.C. the past few years but seemed to be relocating. He refuses to tell us why." The armed man holding Michael described him a loud, clearly used to the routine.
"There's a mutant among them, that's why. D.C. has no tolerance for them."Roman said without emotion, standing up. "Is it you, Michael? "
"Yes... It's me..."Michael said defeatedly without picking up his head.
"Ah. So it's not you."Roman concluded, making the man look up quickly in shock. "I'm not an idiot, Mr. Goodwin. I've been through this and I know a man taking the hit for his family when I see it. Regardless, I'm undecided on his life. I will decide after the rest. The mother will remain here with the youngest child. She will be a maid or chef depending on her cooking ability. Bring her and the young boy to a room." If he ended up killing one of them, the parents tended to react the worst. It was best to decide on the children before the parents since their deaths would break them. These two were too old to be broken and turned into weapons. If he was killing either of their kids, then the father would have to die. There was too much of a risk of vengeance. Keeping the young child with the mother would keep the mother in check and be a constant motivation for her loyalty.
The mother started to cry as she was brought up the stairs with the youngest. Roman paid no mind to it. He turned his head to the blonde girl and the dark-haired boy before him. "Names."He ordered
"Lauren and Peter. Twins, age 19. "One wolf announced. "We suspect mutation from Brandon."
Roman stood up, making the two jump a little. He tilted his head, picking up on their facial expressions. They were fighters. Peter was giving him a death glare and Lauren fighting against the restrain. They were going to be rebellious regardless if he killed their father. "Do you have any strange ability, Lauren?" He asked calmly, moving over to stand in front of her.
"No. Even if I did... I'd never tell you!" She spat at him in reply, quite literally spitting at his feet. Roman did not react much, simply gripping her upper arm and feeling it, making her brother react quite negatively. "Any skills? She's weak." He asked like a child disappointed in his new toy. "I thought I told you I want soldiers."
Roman was quickly replied to with, "Her father taught her how to defend herself but she lived a sheltered life in D.C. "
"Right. You guys lived the boring life." Roman mused and took the girl's chin. "She's pretty. Her shit attitude could use some work. Throw her in the whore house." He had a separate house that was always well guarded in case any of his soldiers were lonely. There was no system of dating anymore and the population had dwindled so a pretty girl was hard to come by. Not to mention they were fantastic motivation for lonely young men he found. It was a dangerous world out there so he thought it was fair trade. A safe house that included a nice bed and food along with beautiful clothes and parties as long as they kept his boys happy.
"No!"The father shouted in rage, managing to get out of his restraints. He threw himself toward his daughter only to be viciously shot to death by a machine gunner up over the second-floor railing. Roman laughed at his demise, gaining vengeful stares from the tearing up daughter and son. He composed himself, allowing himself to keep his grin, "It's about time for you birds to fly the nest. Say goodbye to your daddy." He nodded his head to the left, "Boy goes to Alaia, girl to the house. Tell Alaia to shake him up a bit before we throw him into training."
Roman watched the girl taken out the door, screaming obscenities while the boy threatened him with his glare. This scene happened a couple of times a week and he was not particularly moved by their temper tantrums. He sat back in his chair and glanced at the soldiers that remained. "I want updates on the flying man and the thief." Someone had been robbing from their food supply for a long time now. He was getting fed up with it. He couldn't understand what imbecile would not fear them enough to try stealing from them. Whoever it was, was going to be shown no mercy.
"It's been decided that the thief is not among us. We are starting to think that they are not too far from here. I have sent out a search of the nearby surrounding woods. "
Roman's face reddened and he stood up. "You mean to say they've been sitting outside our territory the whole time? I will be accompanying the party then. I want to see the raccoon myself. Lock up the boy for Alaia to play with later. I want her to also accompany me. " He pulled his jacket on and moved swiftly down the main carpet toward the door, pausing in the middle. "And the flying man?"
"We dumped the new recruits in the area, the ones from a few days ago with no experience you wanted to kill. Four spies are in different spots recording to see exactly what kind of weapons he has. They should return with the footage by night time. "A woman reported.
Roman nodded as he listened. "Good. We'll see if the rumors are true then. I'd like him identified and brought to me at some point along with a raid of his fancy weapons if he indeed does possess what people say he does. Iris and him will probably get along well. I'll consider sending her. "
He continued to the door where he made them all stop and wait for Alaia to join them.
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