Welcome to Beatropolis, a melting pot within the melting pot known as the United States. Populated by humans, demons, angels, anthropomorphic hedgehogs, and many other things; this city is truly a phenomenon in of itself. Yet despite all the species intermingling with each others, everything is usually quite peaceful save for small amounts of criminal activity in some parts of the city.

However, on this fateful Friday, destiny would throw a wrench in the routine of the city. Things would never be the same and it all started with one assassin hired by one particular demon to kill one particular person. So our story begins on the roof of a random-ass building with three people: a rapper, his demonic girlfriend, and his friend who also happens to be a mercenary. Let's begin shall we?

"Oh man I'm so tired" complained a blue-haired 19 year old as he rubbed his noticeably baggy eyes. The boy groaned as he sat down next an auburn-haired girl in a red dress who looked at him in sympathy and worry.

"Babe, you need to get some more sleep. I know you like to stay up late but you can't keep doing it."

"But I HAVE been getting more sleep. I went to bed at 9:30, woke up at 8:00, and I STILL felt as if I were up all night! It was like I ran a marathon while I was sleeping! I just-" He groaned again as he hung his head in defeat while his girlfriend started rubbing it with her hand.

"You poor thing. You know, you could always sleep with me." She said while smiling. The boy stifled a laugh at that statement

"Oh you know your dad would kill me, or more accurately he would hire somebody to kill me." The boy's girlfriend giggled at the quip as he laid his head in her lap.

"You're too adorable my little blueberry."

"Well you're even cuter my sweet demon."

"Ugh, can you too swoon over each other somewhere else? I feel like I'm about to puke up rainbows and shit out unicorns." spoke up an orange haired boy wearing a green shirt and touting dual Uzis. He was wearing an exaggerated scowl on his face while smoking a cigarette.

The blue haired boy groaned as he sent a small glare at the other boy.

"Wow Pico you really are Tankman's kid, right down to finding any way to ruin the mood." chastised the rising-star rapper. The gun-toting ginger snickered at his friend's reaction

"C'mon Boyfriend, you know you and Girlfriend can't be all mushy around me without expecting me to kill your vibe." said Pico as he continued to laugh.

"You're right, I can't." begrudgingly mumbled Boyfriend. Girlfriend shook her head and sighed as she  listened to the interaction before chiming in.

"If I didn't know any better I would think of you two as siblings considering how you act towards each other." said Girlfriend as Pico's laughter died down. The trio sat in silence until Boyfriend noticed something.

"I'm surprised I haven't had to rap battle for my life yet today." said Boyfriend as the other two quickly picked up on his observation. Girlfriend just said a simple, "Huh, weird", Pico on the other hand.

"Holy shit you're right. Usually around this time you'd by spitting bars against an assassin sent by Daddy Dearest who all forget that challenging a musician to a rap battle for his life is a much more complicated and harder to pull off assassination method than just shooting him. I should know, I was one of them." said Pico as he cringed thinking about the memory. A phone buzz alerted them to Boyfriend's pocket who pulled it out to see that his dad was calling him.

"Speaking of dads could you two excuse me for a second?"

"Yeah sure"
"Okay babe"

Boyfriend stepped behind the entrance to the stairwell that lead down to the rest of the building the trio was standing on as he picked up the call and put the phone up to his ear

"Yo dad, what's up?"

"Hello Adam, I'm calling to let you know that I'm going to be dropping by your house tomorrow to drop off your little brother Ritz for the week."

"Alright, but why not drop him off at big bro's house, it's a shorter drive isn't it?"

"Ace, you know his house is dealing with some storm damages and he won't be able to move back in for a while right?

"R-right. Sorry I keep forgetting he's in Philly at the moment."

"It's fine, anyway I just called to let you know I'd be there, I should arrive around 10:30am so watch that clock."

"I will dad, love you."

"Love you too son, bye."

"Bye."

Boyfriend hung up his phone and walked back to Pico and Girlfriend.

"Hey guys I'm gonna have to head back to my house so I think we should call it a night, besides it's getting late."

"Yeah, I should probably get back to my crib as well before Darnell gets bored and burns another one of my shirts. See ya around." said Pico as he left via building parkour. Boyfriend and Girlfriend simply walked together downstairs and out of the building and made their way towards the demoness' house. Unknown to them however was a mysterious figure watching them walk. The figure took a phone out of his pocket and contacted someone, after a few rings they picked up and the figure spoke.

"I've got eyes on the target."

"Good, now remember to wait until he is at least a mile away from my house, make sure he's alone, and whatever you do. DON'T. CHALLENGE. HIM. TO. A. RAP. BATTLE. Understood?"

"You got it boss, I'll let you know when I have put the bastard down."

"Good, I'll be waiting."

The figure hung up as he continued stalking the couple.
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Once Girlfriend's house was reached she quickly turned to Boyfriend and said.

"Hey, if you need anything for whatever reason or need me to be there for you, just give me a call okay?"

"Alright babe, I love you."

" I love you too sweetie."

They kissed before Girlfriend went up to her door and Boyfriend started walking back to his house. She rang the doorbell and after a few seconds a large purple demon, ex-rockstar Daddy Dearest, opened the door and smiled warmly when he saw his daughter.

"Hi daddy."

"Welcome home sweetheart, I was wondering when you'd be back." His expression quickly turned into a sneer.

"You and that little blue-haired rapscallion didn't do anything in bed did you?" questioned the retired singer as his daughter rolled her eyes at the statement.

"No dad we were just hanging out with one his friends."

The demon's sneer quickly turned back into a warm smile as he shut the door and hugged his daughter.

"Good. Alright honey, it's time for you to get to bed. We don't want you staying up late like you did in middle school okay?"

"Alright daddy, goodnight."

"Goodnight honey."

While Girlfriend went upstairs to her room, Daddy Dearest quickly went to his room to get ready for bed. While putting his night clothes on he smiled a terrible smile as he thought about how flawless his plan was.

"So I heard you were dealing with sleeping problems Boyfriend. Well don't worry human, after tonight you will be sleeping forever! Hehehe.HAHAHAHAHAHA!MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!"

"Honey, I know your excited about your latest scheme to assassinate our daughter's boyfriend, but could you keep the evil cackling to a minimum? We don't need you pulling another all nighter waiting on a text to see his corpse." chimed a sultry voice coming from the master bathroom.

"Sorry dear, I'm just a little excited." said the head of the Dearest household with a sheepish smile.
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Boyfriend was walking down the street unaware of his pursuer until he got a strange feeling that someone was watching him. Normally this would be chalked up to paranoia but this time it was almost like someone was screaming at him to turn around. So Boyfriend turned around faster than he ever had in his lifetime and saw a figure in a cloak about to duck into a nearby alley. The figure knew they were caught and thus decided there was no use trying to be stealthy anymore.

With a grunt of annoyance the figure revealed himself and immediately pulled out a gun on Boyfriend.

"Wow, you really are a lucky person, just walked outside the 1 mile radius that kept you safe from me and at the last second you decided to turn around. Whatever, apparently I'm not the first person hired to finish you so I'm sure you know who sent me." Boyfriend, at first terrified, then groaned in annoyance.

"Let me guess, Daddy Dearest?"

"Right on the money, now any last words that you might want on your epitaph?"

"Yeah, I bet you couldn't beat me in a rap battle." said Boyfriend with a smirk as his challenge garnered an incredulous look from his aggressor.

"Okay dude do you SEE any stereos around here that could be used to play music. Not like it would matter because I WAS SPECIFICALLY TOLD NOT TO RAP BATTLE YOU!" This caused Boyfriend to recoil in confusion.

"...It seriously took him this long to tell someone NOT to rap battle me?"

"What are you talking about, I'm like the third person he's sent after you right?"

"No, you're the 54th, I rap battled all the others, won, and they fucked off."

"You're joking right?" asked the assassin as he lowered his weapon.

"If I wasn't I probably wouldn't be here."

"...Damn what took him so long to tell someone that?"

"I know right?"

"Doesn't matter, I've got a job to do and that job involves putting you in a casket." said the assassin who raised his gun back up at Boyfriend who, in a moment of fight or flight, ran into an nearby alley at speeds that made Usain Bolt the second fastest man in the world.

"Damn he's quick." thought his pursuer who chased after him into the alleyway

Boyfriend was running around the alley zipping around corners just as a bullet would fly past where he was standing as he all but shredded his leg muscles. Once he gained a little distance he grabbed the nearest object he could get his hands on, which at the moment happened to be a dumpster, and hurled it at the opening of the corner that he had dashed into before continuing his sprint not giving a single fuck about his feat of superhuman strength before zigzagging through a few more alleys before reaching a dead end. He turned around and ran towards the entrance of the dead-end alley. Unfortunately, right as he was about to make it the assassin pulled around the corner and he was fed up with this chase. Wasting no time he pulled out his gun and said four words.

"End of the line."

He then promptly shot Boyfriend in the chest who proceeded to flop onto his back as he started to bleed out. The assassin walked over and crouched next to the dying Boyfriend who coughed up blood onto his white and now partially red shirt.

"Gotta admit kid, that was the most work I've had to put into a mission for a while. You've got some seriously good legs."complimented the assassin.

"But unfortunately for you, I have to get those fat stacks somehow. Nothing personal kid, now just close your eyes and accept your fate."

Boyfriend was wide-eyed in pain and fear. He couldn't die like this. He had so much more to live for. He had a career that had yet to take off. He had a family to care for. He had a girlfriend to love. This couldn't be the end. He would not perish bleeding out in a dark alley. Boyfriend clenched his fist and grit his teeth as he began to feel dizzy and could only think of all the faces of the people that would be affected by his death. However the one that hurt the most, was what HER face would look like. That fear in his rapidly slowing heart soon changed to anger as his expression twisted into a nasty snarl the more he thought of it. He didn't know a lot of things, but one thing was for certain. He wouldn't die here.

He refused to die here.

No, NO, NO!

Suddenly, a gray light bursted out of Boyfriend as the would-be successful killer stepped back out of shock. He was even more stunned when the man he just put on his deathbed started floating in front of him all while rocking a brand new look. His skin, hair, and clothing had turned all gray while his eyes and mouth shined a brilliant white as a brand new thin black tail with a pointed end emerged from behind him. The biggest thing to note however was the complete disappearance of the bullet wound on Boyfriend's body or clothes, as if he were never shot in the first place. The assassin's shock quickly wore off and took note of just how pissed his target looked. Only feeling slightly intimidated did the mercenary take out his gun and fire at the same spot he hit Boyfriend the first time. However, he would be frozen in fear when that bullet stopped dead in its tracks and fell to the floor the second it hit Boyfriend's chest. Out of fear he fired again but this time Boyfriend caught the bullet and flicked it back at the man's gun. The bullet went down the barrel and completely destroyed the gun. The assassin was terrified and knew there was only one solution to this problem.

"Aw hell nah I didn't get paid enough for this." said the mercenary as he bolted back through the alley.

Unfortunately for him, Boyfriend wasn't about to just let him leave unscathed and after a giving him a ten-second head start; BF chased after the assassin at a monstrously fast pace.

As the assassin ran as fast as his legs could carry him he could hear his objective move ever closer noted by the clamoring of garbage cans being knocked over and the screeches of frightened alley cats. Just as he saw the entrance to the alley in sight he felt a hard blow to his back that sent him rolling until he skidded to a stop on his belly just in front of his exit from this nightmare. He tried to pick himself back up to keep running but before he could he was lifted off the ground and smashed onto his back. He looked up and saw his target, the person HE was sent to KILL, holding him down and giving him a glare that bored into his skull. He was too terrified to move until BF pressed his knees down onto the paralyzed mercenary's chest and moved his hands around his neck to choke him. As BF continued choking the man who desperately tried to pry his hands off, he started to go in for the kill by pushing his thumbs into the man's throat causing him to let out a gargled scream as he was drowned out by his own blood filling his windpipe. Boyfriend, ready to end this, only spoke to the man three words in his new much deeper voice.

"Prepare to die."

Now struggling as hard as he could, the man tried to use one last trick up his sleeve to get away and spat some of his blood in Boyfriend's face. Surprisingly, this actually worked as Boyfriend instinctively reached up to wipe the blood off his face, only for his blood-smeared fingers to put more on there. The freelancer used this as an opportunity to throw down a smoke bomb and get the hell out of there. After BF used his shirt to wipe the blood off his face he looked around only to notice the man was gone. Growling in frustration, he flew up above the buildings and into the direction of his house unaware of something watching him.
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In an inconspicuous backyard, a tech-savvy Samaritan was ready to test his custom made night camera that he just added to his drone. As he launched the drone he turned on the camera to see if his work was a success.

"Yes!" he shouted as the camera worked perfectly capturing everything as if it were in broad daylight. He decided to fly the drone around to examine how the rest of the city looked, but something caught his eye. A gray blur was moving across the sky, it was too big and fast to be another drone but was too small and flying too low to be an airplane. There was also no way this was some nocturnal animal like a bat or an owl,
it looked too different from them. Thinking he might not get another chance to see it, he took a picture using his new drone camera. The picture turned out to be pretty blurry but the man took what could get and decided that he could post this to a message forum tomorrow. Surely it's nothing special right?
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The freelancer, who had been booking it for quite some time, finally decided to slow down. He turned every which way to make sure he still wasn't being pursued before taking out a some disinfectant and a large bandage wincing as he applied them to his perforation wound. He knew he needed a hospital, but there was no way he was going to the one in this crazy-ass town. He knew between the now-dropped target and soon-to-be-enraged Dearest that there would barely be enough of him left to send home in a sardine can.

Speaking of Dearest, he closed in on the dark mansion as he quickly took out the stack of 100s in his pocket, a stick note, and a pencil. He realized that the demon probably wouldn't believe him if he said that his quarry transformed and tried to kill him so he quickly thought of the best lie he could to write down.

"Sorry, the little bastard had a ride and got away before I could merc him, here's your refund."

That satisfied the brown and yellow pantsed assassin as he quickly returned to what he was doing, getting the hell out of dodge.

"Goodbye Beatropolis, I won't miss you."
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Meanwhile, at the Beatropolis 24-Hour Thrift Store a blonde man emerged from the entrance with a newly-bought sweater containing a leopard pattern on it, alligator shoes, and wool socks. He smiled as he thought of the bargain he just made.

"Shit, all this pimpin' stuff for 20$? I've got come back here some time."

The man looked up into the sky as he made his way towards his car and as he was looking he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw a grey streak zoom across the sky. Baffled, Macklemore could only say one thing.

"What?"
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Boyfriend touched down in front of his house and entered it. After entering his house he quickly changed backed to his normal self. Too confused and tired to process the events that happened after he got shot, Boyfriend lumbered over to his bedroom.

"The shower can wait until tomorrow." thought Boyfriend as he slapped a pair of pajamas on before walking to his bed and collapsing on it from exhaustion.
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A/N: Well that sure was a prologue, I personally think it's alright but I want to know what you guys think. First impressions are everything after all and I'm still new to this whole writing thing.