Chapter 1: BetrayalA Chapter by SheikA crescent moon peeked above a narrow alleyway
where three thieves ran in the night. One for fortune, one
for freedom, and one for survival. They were on a mission to rob a prominent
bank in Steam City, but one of them had something else in mind. It was cold and damp like every winter. Eiichi’s breath
fogged the air in his face and his view of the women ahead of him - Arti and Muriel.
He listened to their light footsteps, pattering over the
distant sound of cars sliding on pavement. He had collaborated with them for a year now.
Under his guidance, they had become powerful thieves. He called them his friends,
but friends were not what he held close to his heart. When he was a little boy, his father, Takashi, brought back fortunes
from his heists. He was a member of the moon cult. The goddess of the moon
granted her servants magical powers associated with thievery. Eiichi reveled in the gifts Takashi bought for him and lived in a
prosperous family. Once he grew up, his insight on life changed. Working with
Takashi as a thief was tough. When his father retired, the old man gave up his
position as a moon servant and no longer shared in the fortune of it. Spending pleasure followed by mediocre retirement wasn’t the future
Eiichi wanted. Once he had the luxury of fortune, he never wanted to give it up,
even if that meant giving up his life as a thief and his friends. Muriel ran right in front of him. Now was his chance to change his
future. He drew his sword, which was like a katana, and plunged it into
her back. A blade of the moon goddess could stab through bones like they were
made of cotton. It pierced all the way to her heart and killed her in an
instant, even though she wore the armor of the goddess like the rest of them, which
could not withstand a craft of its own kind. The sound of the blade slicing through flesh
reached Arti’s ears, followed by Muriel’s scream cut short. Adrenaline rushed
through her body as she stopped and turned around. She saw Eiichi
pull his sword out of Muriel’s back, blood pouring out of her friend’s body and
a sickening look disgracing her mouth. The young woman
collapsed in front of her. Arti didn’t have time to process what had happened,
instinct forcing her to run before he could focus on her. She could turn
invisible but that would not hide her from the eyes of a fellow moon servant.
Her bow was too risky in a close fight. Outrunning him was her only choice. The alley crossed straight into a trafficked intersection. He was on her
tail now. She spotted a motorcycle waiting at the light. Jumping off both legs, she slammed her feet into the rider and then
grabbed the bike’s handles to steady her landing. When he was on the ground
beneath her, she climbed onto his vehicle and took off through the three-way
intersection. Before she could gain speed, Eiichi jumped onto her seat from
behind. He tackled her off and the bike veered to a crash
into the curb. Tumbling onto the sidewalk, she struggled to break free. If he drew his
sword with her in his grasp it would be too late, but the confusion helped her split away from him. For a moment, they stood to face each other, blood pumping. Then, he
drew his sword, and she was determined to disarm him. He pulled back his arm and thrusted toward her
heart, but she ducked to the ground, rolling sideways onto the grass. While he
was unsteady, she sprang up and roundhouse kicked his wrist bone. The shock
caused his hand to drop his weapon. She lunged for his sword, seized its hilt, and
kept running down the sidewalk. She didn’t know how to wield it but if she
disposed of it her chance of survival would increase. She noticed a storm drain
beneath the curb beside her. Swiftly, she knelt and bent over to make a
surefire toss of his sword into the opening. It clattered underground, safe
from anyone’s reach. Before she could stand, he locked her in his
hold from under both her arms. She tried to resist and struggled to regain her
footing, but his grip was tight, powerful and unyielding. He dragged her into
another alleyway while she screamed for help. He slammed her into a brick wall, and she tried
to block the impact with her hands to prevent her skull from cracking in two.
Her forehead still hit hard, emitting a sharp pain and almost knocking her out.
While she was hindered by throbbing and vertigo, he turned her around, clutched
her throat with his hands and tried to strangle her. As she fought to breathe, her instincts kept her
aware. She grabbed his arm and took a big step back to the left with her right
foot, so she could push him away by rotating her position. It took all her
strength to move him. Then, she punched his face hard, and he recoiled, his
nose bleeding. Not taking any chance at unarmed combat, she fled back to the
intersection. She was still dizzy, her head bleeding and
painful. The man she stole the bike from was gone along with it, but she perked
up when she heard sirens fast approaching. She mentally cursed at the
familiar sound of footsteps pattering behind her and turned around to face her
pursuer, not wanting to leave the visible area. She ran faster down the sidewalk toward the sirens, pushing herself to
the limit, but her muscles were already fatigued; adrenaline could only get her
so far. Luckily for her, she found the police before he
could catch her again. Assuming she would die soon anyway, he ran back into the
alley. He was shot at, only for his armor to bounce the bullets right off. She knew she was in trouble, dressed and armed as she was. The police
would recognize her as one of the wanted thieves. She could escape from them
later though, using her goddess-granted abilities. However, a stranger broke through the crowd and lifted her onto his shoulders. He ran away with her, the bullets bouncing off him too. That’s the last she remembered, before losing consciousness. © 2025 SheikFeatured Review
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