Let Chaos Be Divine

Chapter 1

Hi! So here's the first chapter of the rewrite. I had help with this one (it was betaed) so I hope you enjoy it more than the previous one!

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Cyris sighed as she pushed open the door to her apartment, tired from a long day at work. There had been a great rush at the cafe today, and now all she wanted to do was sleep.

But sleep wasn't an option when you were a vigilante. Sacrifices had to be made when the world waited for nobody.

She trudged over to her bedroom. It wasn't very decorative as if she had the time or money to decorate, just a plain beige wall with a twin-size bed in the corner of the room and a desk opposite it with various vigilante gadgets scattered over it; a broken comm she had to fix soon (but that could wait until tomorrow, even if it was her only panic button to the other vigilantes), blueprints for a smoke bomb that she was trying to build, and a jump-boost function on her spare combat boots (really, it was getting hard on her knees to scale brick walls). A small cabinet was fixed to the wall had been left open, filled with granola bars and protein shakes, things to replenish her energy when she was on the brink of collapsing from lack of sleep (it was only twice, no big deal honestly. She didn't know why Anna screamed at her).

Cyris walked over to a cupboard in the farthest corner of the room and threw it open. It was mostly empty, save for a few clothes and a small black backpack shoved into a corner. She pulled the bag towards her and opened it. Her vigilante gear stared back at her from inside the backpack. She was a fan of the colour black, and it clearly showed through her outfit's dark colours—a black hoodie with a pair of black cargo pants and a black turtleneck, paired with black fingerless gloves and sneakers. Even the face mask that hid her identity was black. The only colour she let seep into her outfit was the shimmer of iridescence on the edges of the fabric, enough for someone to identify her beyond a flicker in their peripheral vision. Not a shadow, but a spirit beyond the veil.

Her most prized possession, a wicked-looking silver scythe, stood against the wall of the cupboard. She grabbed it and before long she was out on the rooftops, scanning the streets for any sign of trouble as she deftly avoided the streetlights and darted across open streets where moonlight shone on her like a blue halo.

Jumping from roof to roof, it was barely a few minutes before she heard the sound of glass shattering from somewhere near her.

She ran towards the sound, her footfalls making no noise as she sped across the rooftops. She stopped in front of a small bakery with its front window broken. It had a cute theme, the building being a soft shade of pink with Ruby's written on top of it in looped cursive. But Cyris wasn't here to admire the decor now, was she?

She crept around the bakery a bit and saw two people dressed in all black with ski masks holding the person behind the counter at gunpoint.

Being a fan of dramatic entrances, she donned her Empath persona and kicked open the door to the shop as the light of the streetlamp behind her flooded her and cast her face into shadow (she loved doing that so much, it made the criminals almost piss themselves the first time she did it).

"Hell-loh, fellas! How we doin' today?" she greeted, alerting the trio to her presence and twirling her scythe in one hand as everyone. In a flash of dull steel, the gun was now being pointed towards her.

Cyris made a noise that was somehow a cross between a scoff of disdain, a snort of exasperation and a cough of disbelief. "Really, guys? You'd think they'd learn the ineffectiveness of guns," she said with a terrifying amount of cheeriness in her voice as she approached and ignored the robbers' babbled threats of shooting. "'Fraid your fast reflexes can't help you here, 'cause I'm faster!" Cyris darted forward and kicked their shin, brutally fracturing their tibia judging by their shriek of pain. The gun slipped out of their hand and loudly clattered to the floor.