The Mafia's Conman

Chapter One: Boredom In Castle Mayhem

Chapter One: Boredom In Castle Mayhem

   Walking down the streets of Lillic, the heart of the Red District, was not a hard task... if you knew what you were doing. A fresh normie straight out of mommy's loving arms would be lost out in this world. 

    In this world where the person walking past you could be a serial killer, a child molester, a vegan... you could never know with these freakshows. Though, I suppose, I was a freak too to be out on these streets alone. 

   Walking down Lillic, I watched people bristle past, who stared as I happily hummed under my breath.

   Ignoring them, I kept walking. It's not every day these people saw someone carelessly humming down crime-infested streets. 

   Looking around for something to do, I was desperate for the cure to my boredom. Which, believe me, was a disease. Like cancer. Okay, well, not like that.

   If only I'd known earlier the extent of its severity.

   After a while, I finally spotted something worth my while from a distance. With a subtle smile hiding ulterior motives, I approached my target.

   A guy, built like a tank- or Hulk if you ignore the fact that he wasn't green- loomed in front of the place I stopped. What the hell did they feed you? Feigning a level of shyness I would never have naturally acquired, I easily caught his attention.

   He smirked down at me, and a fake blush spread itself slowly across my cheeks. Don't ask me how I can make myself blush, it's like a superpower. Anyhow, as I got closer, I couldn't help but notice how he undressed me with his eyes, making an inevitable feel of discomfort to spread through me. Gross.

   "E-excuse me si-sir, but I'm l-lost." I stuttered out, "Can you-you help m-me?" I looked up at him past fake tears and wide eyes. He looked confused, the thought; "Why me of all people?" clearly running through his big head. 

   "What do I get in return?" The man asked, not bothering to hide his eyes looking me up and down, and I didn't shy away either. I was shameless that way.

   I've been told many... many times before that I look 'delicate and fragile', and according to a little girl I'd met long ago, I'm as "pretty as a barbie". Though I could hardly take her "compliment" for what it was when I felt she was calling me either plastic of a whore because that's what the bitch was. Barbie was like the subtle version of Kim Kardashian, I mean, think about it. They're both made of plastic, they both have reality tv-shows, they're both fake, both rich as fuck, and they have sex tapes... if you search deep enough. Trust me, just take my word for it. No, seriously, take my word for it.

   "A-anything, please h-help me!" I begged desperately, nearly gagging at myself for the pitiful behavior I so eloquently pulled off. But it was for the greater good of humanity. A source of entertainment. My cure to boredom. Damn, I needed my own tv show, for real. 

   A tear trailed down the side of my cheek for emphasis, and I couldn't help but admire my great acting skills. I should win a freaking Oscar or something for these God-given talents. I'm fucking amazing.

   The bulked man smirked down at me, sliding a beefy arm around my waist and guiding me down an alleyway. His arm looked like a raw chicken... don't ask.

   "Where do you want to go, love?" He asked, and again I made myself blush. Once again, superpowers.

   "Kartreen." I whispered once we were away from the public eye- not that they would have cared much to begin with.