Doll was all they knew her by, she was the daughter of a mafia man, and was soon to be a mob boss herself. She made her way around, getting into scandals and crimes, when all she wanted was more. She wanted to be a simple New York girl with a life of beating up guys, getting good grades, and helping her family, but, one thing held her back. An arranged marriage. Sean "Jack" Mcloughlin was the youngest of P.O.I.W., and swore to protect the world as Jackieboy-man. He could phase through walls, see days, sometimes months, into the future, and use telekinesis. When he wasn't fighting crime, he was a struggling reporter who was assigned to the mafia cases. Questioning Doll was his only way of getting information. And he did a lot more than question. Mark "Iplier" Fischbach was a business man, working for his mob 'Roselia', and only Doll knew who he really was, since they were to be married. He was the notorious criminal The Silver Shepard, apart of K.O.S., he trafficked drugs and stole and killed, and was to be married to Doll in half a year, almost. His business side was... Complicated. He was a police. The perfect job for a wanted criminal. These three are important. They will end you if you don't play along.


1. The Reporter and The Subway

Jack ran his fingers through the mess of bright green hair he had on his head. A long sigh left his mouth, creating a puff of mist in front of him in New York's cold fall air.

He needed to figure out this case, or lose his job as a reporter for the New York Times. He had till New Years, only three months. The closest he'd gotten to an article on the matter was a year ago, and it was about how they were getting popular...


Jack scowled, he couldn't stop thinking about last year, Roselia and Wyntir getting together? How? They were mortal enemies! While thinking bumped into a young woman, she stepped on his foot and shoved him.

"Watch it," she mumbled, pulling the tip of her black fedora down.

He continued on, looking around at the skyscrapers and trying to find his way to the subway. Jack always got lost on South-West Avenue. He kept walking. While walking, he kept thinking, letting his feet carry him wherever. At least, until his mind stopped himself in his tracks with a future vision. A figure, obviously female, was falling out of a window into snow in a night gown.

"What?" He whispered, walking again. Despite it being New York, it wasn't supposed to snow till after Halloween, his future visions only showed him if anything would happen relevant to what he was thinking, and only if happened in a couple of days. He was shocked, only one other time had he gotten a vision so far in the future, and it told him he was going to be alone on his birthday.

He looked around, trying to find out where he was, he was standing in the middle of a Subway, ticket in hand, headed to work.

The subconscious is a wonderful thing.

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