On Earth, In A Small, Quaint, Quiet Cafe.

Perfect.

In a perfect cafe. That's what it was.

They had no idea how the cafe was still open. It was operated by an older couple, easily in their 60s and maybe pushing their 70s. The couple came to the city in hopes of starting their lives anew, as far as everybody knew, but eventually just made coffee. Wonderfully-fragrant, immaculately-cooked, perfectly-served coffee.

The boss's gang had never fueled any money into the cafe, and as far as they knew, neither had the mafia or any other criminal organization. Of course, the mafia never would admit that they were criminals. They'd likely spin some fancy double-speak about their business and their charity, making sure everybody knew they were perfect, little angels...and making sure whoever started the rumor would disappear.

But they were different, at their little cafe. They had no real reason to hide about their crimes. Anybody who would see or say anything would simply get to deal with Six.

...

Six was crazy.

Not in the standard loon kind of way.

Not in the fictional supervillain way.

Not even the rampaging monster kind.

No, six was something else.

He didn't see other humans. Only the ways in which he could torture and destroy.

We were somewhat fortunate, of course, that he one day simply stumbled into our wonderful little cafe and ordered a glass of iced milk. I still remember how he tore apart Fred.......poor bastard....

"Y' think he's done yet?" A's question tore the boss out of his thoughts (thank god), " 's been gone for...I dunno 'bout two days."

"And we will let him take as long as he needs," the boss simply replies. That man (if you could call him such) no longer seemed to need air, once you give him a target. Really, Six had single handedly promoted them to where they were in the world. Any mafia members who grew too suspicious of our rise in power......they are gone now. Any police or investigators who dared look into them......permanent parts of the wall. And poor Fred, who had been their previous guard, had suffered the exact same fate.

Of course, you shouldn't judge us for our reaction to what happened. We had all seen plenty of blood in our lives, but what happened that day.....was almost awe inspiring.

The door opened.

The familiar bells chiming to let the cafe owners know a guest had arrived.

However, this guest had a too-too-wide smile on ~~its~~ his face.

Which meant one thing only.

"It's done," a voice with too-too-little emotion said.

"Good," the boss said without a quiver, "we can be sure, then, that nobody has heard our plans."

"Plan still look very large to me, you are sure it will not fail?" Dimitri, a nickname given to him due to his strange-A thinks fake-accent, quietly asked. Most of the present members became very uncomfortable around Six's presence. (Maybe "his absence" would be a better term for it, however.)

" 'f we don't succeed, we can always send this fella," A replied, pointing to Six.

The boss never knew if he hated the fact that everything became Six when he was around, but went on with saying, "And the chances of our plan failing are almost null. We have been scouting for the past five years for the perfect opportunity, and this is it. If you aren't going to back us now, Dimitri, you may leave."

"I understand you send Six after me, no?" Dimitri asked, slightly exasperated.

Six slightly perks up at ~~its~~ his name. Everyone slightly ducks down.

"Potentially," the boss threatened.

"Seven," Six quietly says.

What?

"Please, old friend, don't betray us now. After this, we will never have to worry about anything from anyone anywhere at anytime again! No need for Six!" L, the only woman at the meeting, says. She was a local.

"Seven."

Is he having a mental break?

Well, maybe not the only woman. One of the owners scoots out of the kitchen, asking if anyone would like coffee. But she is kindly declined.

Nobody knows if the cafe owners know anything. They have never said anything suspicious, and have never contacted the police. That is why Six hasn't been granted a go at them yet. This, and the fact that they obviously had standards. Just as the mafia and most other gangs did.

"Yes, Dimitri," the boss in faux kind explains again, "We do not wish to see you go. Our biggest weapon will help this plan be a success. But if you aren't standing with us behind the weapon. You will be standing in front of Six," he ended with a dark tone to prove his point.

"Seven!"

"WHAT Y' TALKIN' 'BOUT?!" A yells.

Gleefully, Six explains, "My name is now Seven!"

He seemed to take pride at the statement.

"Why, if I may ask?" the boss inquires.

"I got the seventh one," ~~Six~~ Seven explains as if everything was obvious.

"The seventh what?" everyone asks in unison.

"Kid, of course!"

"W- What?" the boss further inquires.

Stringing together the longest sentence anyone has heard of it, Seven answers, "Before I got to the target, I found his home, where his wife and son were easy pickings!"

Dimitri and the boss stand in shock.

L runs to the bathroom.

"YOU BLOODY BASTARD!!!" A yells.

Author's Note

I am so sorry that it has been so darn long since I have done ANYTHING. My last semester was tough as heck, but this one should be nicer (as of now, at least).
I have no idea if I can regularly write again, since I am starting to do research soon, so it may get busier.
Here is a short chapter (and an actual chapter, with another following shortly behind, hopefully). Due to not writing for ages I am sort of "out of it," so my writing technique may be even worse than it already was for the next little bit.

Again, sorry. Hope you enjoyed this awful (as in "gruesome") intermission and will enjoy what is to come. (I am thinking about talking about the "gang" again at some point, but it may still be a little.)