Chapter 1- Oh, Shit

~Oh, sh*t~
“Sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t SH*T!” He shouted, both hearts beating fast as he ran for his life. The massive target roared endless curses at him, chasing after the poor silly heart boy who just wanted to kill it, get paid, and get on with life.
The target shot out a massive, glowing tentacle, barely giving the beating heart enough time to dodge before another one came at him. He quickly veered out of the way before pivoting around, pulling the triggers on his favorite dualies to take this thing out once and for all. 	
No wonder the client wanted this thing dead, it was a HUGE nuisance. 
Alas, the silly heart man missed again and had to continue sprinting away, lest the target caught up to him. He was not going back to jail… or, more likely, getting torn apart. He shuddered at the thought, almost running straight into a horribly placed support beam.
He grabbed onto it and spun around, shooting again. The target’s long string of curses paused to scream at the new, striking pain in one of its eight eyes. The target quickly recovered, however, and its vulgar speech returned, now louder than ever.
“Get BACK HERE, YOU INSIGNIFICANT WHELP!” it screeched. Wow, it really did not take kindly to getting shot.
“Nope, no thanks, I’ll pass!” the silly heart boy shouted back, dodging more of those icky tentacle things. This was the last time he walked around at night without some way to see. You quietly run into one table and bam, you’re being chased by some eldritch horror crime boss who’ll probably kill you before you get a chance to kill it.
Speaking of running into things, guess who just tripped over a cord?
Yeah, the heart boy, who was now also cornered.
"I was just trying to have a good night's sleep, but no, you had to show up and ruin it! Do you know how hard it is to get any beauty sleep around here, a**hole? I can’t BELIEVE-" The target began monologuing, but the silly heart boy was far too busy trying to find a way out of this situation to pay attention.
The inky, glowing tentacles began to close in around him. Not having much time to think of any other way out, the heart settled on jumping out the window behind him.
…from the top floor of a skyscraper.
No worries, he wouldn’t receive any fall injuries today, only the cuts and scrapes that come from breaking glass.
He did a front flip as he flew out the window, placing himself into a skydive position before spreading out his wings.
Wait.
Oh, shoot.
He uh- he didn’t have wings anymore.
Right, well this is quite the predicament.
Well, nothing he could do about that now.
He couldn’t help but look out at the cityscape surrounding him as it whirred by. Bright, neon lights drowned out the darkness of the night, rendering the stars invisible. Quite odd how the most exciting and active parts of the capital happened to be the old buildings left behind by the humans.
Well, no matter now, they all died out years ago, toward the beginning of the apocalypse.
Aside from the Queen, idiot. A voice inside of him said. He wasn’t sure if it was his or not, but it didn’t matter now.
After all, the street was coming up fast, and he was about to become a pile of broken bones and hearts.
He took a deep breath, thinking about how dumb of a death this was…
WHOOSH
Oh hey, you know what, maybe he'd be okay.