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fuapocalypse · 6 years ago

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Chapter 4

A woman stood tall, clad entirely in black and grey and eyes so bright that to the untrained eye they were stars upon the dark blanket of the night sky. However, those who looked and dared to search within them knew that they were fire, bright but yet all devouring.

She brought a calloused hand to her face and gripped her temples in frustration, hand lightly grazing a ragged scar. Her dog tags dangled around her neck, clear untainted and silver. #03845. That’s all she was, a number on a spreadsheet. She didn’t care though. She didn’t care about much.

“What the hell is this?” A voice called, frantic. The woman turned toward the voice, finding that it belonged to a man. She furrowed her brow in concentration. She knew him. How did she know him?

He stumbled to his feet but instantly lost his balance and tumbled into the wall. The man was too tall for his build; were he a few inches shorter then he would be all the more handsome for it. It was as if he stopped growing only to be stretched on one of those medieval racks a half-foot more. His face was compensation with chiselled features and a solid chin. His eyes were thin slits, filled with a chocolate colour.

The woman took a step forward, curious to what the man’s intentions may be. His eyes began to adjust to the darkness of the room. She grabbed her gun from its holster upon her hip. She mentally swore as it clicked in her hands and the man’s eyes were trained on her.

“Hello? Is someone there?” Her breathing was silent, as were her movements. She took a few practiced steps toward him wary of the spotlight peering into the room, the only light source. He saw her. He actually saw her.

“S... Sierra? God, it’s so good to see you. These people are fucking psychopaths... they... they said they’ll kill me... I don’t know them... I swear... I... Sierra...?” She tilted her head curiously at him. Who was he?

Why did he know her name? He wasn’t a friend of her sister, was he?

“Don’t you remember me? We were best friends... remember?” She cocked the pistol in her hand, beginning to raise it toward him.

“You and... and Echo. Yeah... Echo. Your sister. You remember her right?”

Recognition flashed upon her features for a moment then as quickly as it came, it left.

“Remember me? It’s Jake... I’m Jake. Sierra please...” Subconsciously, she prepared her gun, lining it up with his perfectly sculpted face.

“Please... you’ve gotta remember me... you’ve gotta... where’s Echo? Where is she?! Please! Sierra! Don’t you know who I am? Plea-“ He was silenced.

“I don’t want to remember.” The gunshot echoed throughout the room. Jake laid unmoving on the ground, maroon pool began to form around his head.

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“Sierra! Wake up! Sierra! Please!” Sierra shot up, breathing laboured. Her eyes met her sisters and she smiled softly in relief.

“Well, thank fuck that you’re okay.” Echo released a breathy laugh and helped her sister to her feet.

“You... You were talking in your sleep again. What don’t you want to remember?” Sierra dismissed her with a shake of her head.

She always had been the quiet type. Awkward mostly. Echo knew her better than anyone. They were sisters. Twins to be exact. Most thought her to be heartless or cold but Echo knew she was just protecting herself.

“It wasn’t about... that... was it?” She knew she’d hit the nail on the head when Sierra averted her eyes to the ground.

“It’ll be okay, Si. But for now, we really do have to leave. Those things aren’t getting any less and frankly, we’re stuck in here.

“We’ll have to find another way out.” Sierra noted, pointing to the glass door and more importantly, the group of zombies attacking it in an inconstant beat. Hands slapping violently futililessly.

I know it’s short but I felt like people needed a bit more on Sierra and Echo, the best twins ever! So, I hope you liked it.

Thanks again to @bisexual-mess-ready-for-death (Gen) and @riacannafon (Grace) as always. :)

~Kat

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fuapocalypse · 6 years ago

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Chapter 3

Sierra started morosely at the wavering fire, eyes engrossed in its rapid movements. Returning to the lab was the only option they had, their weapons, methods of contact and even basic needs were there. They’d stay there briefly.

Echo was fidgeting with her dog tags, weaving the chain around her finger then pulling free, rinse, repeat. Her own name was there, neglected, the chains having gotten scratched and damaged in the aftermath of some long forgotten time.

Both knew something needed to be said. A perpetual elephant in the room. Echo shot a glance to her sister, Sierra was taller and more muscular and yet both had the same short brown hair and the same hazel brown eyes.

“Uh... do you... Sierra... do you think it’s... contagious?” Sierra spoke not a word, as though sworn to the lord himself into silence. But with a sigh, it was broken.

“I... well, I don’t know Echo... there isn’t much I can do now. We didn’t make this shit.” Sierra felt guilty. The guilt sat not on her chest but inside her brain. What she had done she could not un-do. She could make amends in subtle ways, but confession was out of the question, even to her own blood.

Echo’s eyes widened in terror.

“S-Sierra... look...” Sierra glances down, wincing at the sight of the rigid metal scrap imbedded into her skin.

“Well then... who put that there?”

“Seriously?” Echo glared for a moment before instinct kicked in and sent her into autopilot. And despite the clear grin on Sierra’s face, she needed to remain calm and collected.

“Shit. I’m gonna have to remove it or it’ll sever your arteries.” Echo gulped eyes closing in on the steel beam lodged into Sierra’s torso.

“Just get it the fuck over with.” Echo nodded, desperately forcing oxygen into her lungs. They were burning as though Satan himself had claimed residence within her chest and claimed her heart as his own.

Carefully she peeled back the blood soaked flannel shirt, a grimace upon her features. The beam was thin but long and sharp with ridged edges, for all of her better judgement, it may have impaled Sierra completely. Sierra’s toned abdomen seemed to have been completely torn apart upon first glance, blood seeping from the deep wound.

“O-Okay... were gonna count to three...” Echo fought against her heart, willing it to remain calm lest her hands should begin to shake, rendering her useless.

“1... 2... say it with me...” Sierra battled her eyelids, seemingly winning the war and nodded.

“1... 2... 3...”

Sierra screamed in pain, the metal no longer within her. Blood poured. "Sierra, open your eyes and look at me." Sierra could hear her standing over her. Exhaustion was pulling at her, but she slowly won against the heaviness of her eyes. Her sharp brown eyes met Echo’s and she raised a hand. She caught it in hers, pulling it to her face and placed it on her forehead palm. Sierra’s fingers brush over her hair, relishing in the feel of it.

"Sierra, you're going to be okay." Sierra nodded. Finally losing the battle against her tired body, darkness pulled her under.

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Cullen sat watching the television, he knew he’d lost his cool. Cullen really lived his anger, almost as cartoon characters do, so lost in that moment and the torment his brain was in. Seen first in his eyes, then a tension of his muscles, an inability to think clearly soon followed. The rational Cullen was offline and the primitive Cullen, who reverted to his old habits, was in the room. Suddenly his liberal opinions were gone.

“Help me! Help me!” A voice screamed, a constant thrumming against the front door matched completely with Cullen’s heart. His heart stopped, the girl. She’d left with her brother just two hours prior, why would she, whilst in her right of mind, dare return?

He peered through the glass of the wooden door. The girl didn’t seem human anymore, bloodied and battered like the result of a dogfight. Deep wounds resembling the thin, practised scratches a feline can only muster.

“What the hell is going on?!” He called to her, wary, something wasn’t right. Upon hearing his bellowing voice, the thunder of footsteps returned for a second round and they sprinted down the stairs, all with the exception of Lindsay, who was tired.

“What the fuck, Cullen. No offence but I’m really tired!” Scarlett groaned a rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“What the hell is that?” Gen asked, peering through the window at the woman, who had previously been slamming her face against the door, as she squirmed on the floor, screeching and coughing.

“Help her!” And before anyone could say a word or reject the thought, the door was thrown open and the being that once was a woman, stood still. Eyes blank and soul deceased.

“Oh, you’re all up again.” Everyone froze and all eyes fell upon Lindsay as she took wary steps down the stairs.

“Lindsay, no!” The creature bounded forward, arms thrashing hysterically. It pounced. Mouth agape, it stumbled into Lindsay and with a grin, it’s teeth clenched tightly around her throat.

After brief hesitation, her skin and bone gave way and her throat was effectively torn from from her neck. Blood flooded her body and Lindsay’s eyes were wide. Leaving a bloodied hole in its place, giving way from all to see the disfigured blood vessels and bones. Her eyes locked with Scarlett’s for just one moment before her body crumbled to the floor in a pile. The beast continued to feed on its prey.

The blood on the floor once flowed in her newborn veins, of one so sacred that her mother would have died that same day to save her this fate. And so the lips that sang sweet carols at Christmas time, the hands that had had gentleness you couldn't help but trust, became greyish and cold.

She remained unmoving on the floor, she was lifeless. Her red hair was scattered in multiple places, staining with blood; crimson. Her eyes were wide open, but her deep irises held a sudden sadness. Her clothes, a pale mule t shirt and some black shorts, were bloody. Her body was slumped over, half-sitting, half-laying on the cold spruce floor.

Thanks for reading and as always you will receive the next update next Saturday. :D. Love everyone who reads! Love my cast!

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fuapocalypse · 6 years ago

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Chapter 2

Gen was stunned awake as though lightning itself had struck her. Great.. she’d fallen out of bed. A cold rush of adrenaline washed over her. She heard a voice, one that she did not recognise. She looked over to the single bed beside hers, Kay was laying, facing in the opposite direction, presumably asleep.

Each movement more carefully calculated than the last, Gen rose to her feet, hearing the ground beneath her creak just the once and her eyes shot to Kay and then to Scarlett on the other side of the room, she released a silent sigh of relief.

She balanced on her tip toes, expertly avoiding the clothes strewn precariously across the floor. Scarlett was a little lazy in that department. The voices became louder as she stepped through the doorway.

The door flew closed behind her, leaving a loud bang in its place, the voice quietened for a moment, then proceeded absentmindedly. Her heart rate increasing, she jumped from the shock, as the beats abused her rib cage.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, there were two voices. One male, one female. The door had riled her up, heaving adrenaline into her very being. The voice was low, it found its way up the stairs, waltzed before her and engulfed her with anguish. There was no one for miles.

“What are you doing up, it’s la-“ Gen spun around, fist clenched as it collided with the newcomer, landing square upon their cheek. The person cussed quietly yet violently and cupped her cheek in pain.

“Shit, Kay... oh... sorry... I uh... does it hurt?” Kay massaged her cheek and shook her head dismissively. Both girls flung their heads toward the stairs at the low, rough giggle, muffled by the walls. The kitchen.

Gen took a weary glance over the balustrade as Kay left to wake Cullen, muttering something inaudible about KC’s absence. Cullen wasn’t asleep, he barely ever slept if he could help it on the first night in a new place, he wasn’t one to trust too quickly.

Finally, the collected three began their trek down the creaky wooden stairs, all barefoot, all wearing pyjamas. There was complete silence. Cullen moves slowly at the front of the group, glancing over the balustrade just as Gen had before him. Cullen narrowed his eyes at the sight before him, barely able too see in the dark.

He jumped over the balustrade and barrelled into the two, pinning one against the wall in anger.

“What the fuck, man?!” Cullen snarled, teeth scraping in malice.

Gen and Kay turned the lights on and glanced upon the scene before them. Cullen was pinning a naked KC against the wall, seeing red. An unknown woman lay sprawled on the kitchen table, fighting with her clothes, trying to get dressed as quickly as she can.

Gen gagged at the sight of KC, fighting down vomit threatening to spil from her pale pink lips.

“Put some fucking clothes on or I swear I’ll cut his fucking dick off.”

Kay walked away without another word, eyes flooded with a putrid disappointment.

A loud thunder of footsteps echoed from upstairs, as everyone arose from their beds.

“It’s 2am! I’m trying to sleep!” Amber exclaimed with a sleeping mask dangling around her neck, slipped and tumbled down the stairs only to laugh and remain in that spot. Uninjured, she rose to her feet again.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on?!” Grace called from her place at the top of the stairs. Lindsay, who had been following closely behind, had turned and was heading back toward the room in disgust.

Cullen stepped through the door moments later, a solemn expression plastered upon his defined features.

“She’s gone now and KC has gone for another walk. Fucking bastard. He hired some chick named Georgia. She needed the money. Fucking piece of shit that man is.”

“When he gets back, I’ll give him some money, he can stay in a hotel in town. We’ll drive him down tomorrow.” All parties nodded and decided upon getting some much deserved, much needed rest.

Georgia sat in the back of the car, tired. She hadn’t expected anyone to be there when KC had asked for a ‘quickie’. Her head had started throbbing after the taller man with black hair had tore KC off her and swung him into the wa-

“When are you gonna stop this, G? I can’t keep coming to collect you after you go out fucking any guy. You’re not a prostitute.” Her brother, in the front seat, growled at her. His eyes were blank, red rimmed, dead even, if one were to allow their imagination to wander so far.

“I can’t f- fuck... I uhhh...” He expelled vomit from his mouth, gasping as the hot, bloody, liquid poured and burnt his throat. Georgia swore in the back seat.

“H-Henry...?” He began writhing in his place on the seat, growling and snarling in a violent fit of screams. His body arched as screams seaped their way through his clenched teeth. Scared, she climbed over the seat and sat upon his lap, steering the car herself.

A ‘curve in the road’ sign whipped past her in a blur, and Georgia belatedly remembered to hit the brakes, but the car swerved and skidded forward on the road. She gripped the steering wheel, trying to regain control of the car, but only made it worse. Everything slowed down. All of a sudden, she could see every leaf as it fell – bright and clear – in the headlights, and dark trees towering over her. The wheels hit the shoulder of the road, jumping on the uneven ground, and then everything went black.

The first thing Georgia noticed when she came to a while later was a throbbing pain in the back of her head and a heavy pressure on her chest from when the seatbelt dug into it, holding her in place after the car-

After the car what?

And the cold. She was so cold her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, her fingers and toes burning. In near complete silence, she could hear the leaves continue to fall, the branches brushing against the rood of her car in the wind.

She opened her eyes slowly and blinked, waiting for her vision to adjust. Right before her outside the windshield were the trees – much closer than they should be, Georgia noted almost absently, realizing she could see the texture of their dark barks. For a moment, she expected them to climb into the car with her.

“Shit... Henry?” She groaned out, tearing herself from the car in a soldier crawl, hauling herself forward. She called out to him again but to no avail, an orchestra thrummed in her head, shooting spurts of pain to her temples. She forced herself onto her hands and knees.

A low groan sounded beside her, her head screaming in protest as she threw it toward the sound.

Henry stood, a slouch in his stance, irises pale grey, almost snowballs, as his pupils were fading. Bloodshot. He snarled.

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Run. Their feet pounded against the tiled flooring beneath them, guttural groans emitted from behind. Run. Each step was motivated by pure terror as adrenaline became their only fuel. Run. They stopped only to heave open the double doors; reaching section C. Run. Turning around, they shoved against the door as a pale, almost dead, face shattered the window pane. Run. Violently retched eyes appraised Sierra as she screamed in dismay and held the door closed while Echo frantically searched for some sort of defence. Run. Wielding a fire extinguisher, Echo came rushing back toward the door. Run. She slammed the rear of the extinguisher into the rancid skull of the creature. Run.

Clotted blood oozed to the ground creating a crimson pool. Run. They pushed forward, their joints aching, fighting against movement and praying for rest. Run. The exit was in sight, the final stretch; their temporary freedom. Run. Sierra took a breath of fresh air and produced a hollowed sigh. Free. They stood, in shock, glancing around at the world before them, unchanged by their mistakes but soon to be, the now that soon would be forever. A sideways glance was thrown, it said all, and words seemed almost useless at that moment. Yet still, they were not required for Sierra knew the thought that crossed her mind. ‘What have you done?’

I think that’s it, y’all. I hope you like it. Have a groovy day/night. :D A huge thank you to @bisexual-mess-ready-for-death as always and @riacannafon who Grace is based upon.

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Chapter 1

The cabin was large, least to be said, and made entirely out of the finest spruce wood. It’s secluded location made it perfect for a group of young adults to find some peace. The windows were fine and clean with a slight glint upon them originating from the dazed glance of the disappearing sun. For miles and miles nothing to be seen except nature. The perfect tranquil dream.

Diagonal of the idyllic structure, stood a wooden gazebo near to a deep pool of water, golden by the beating suns rays. The water was deep, deep enough in some areas to drown even the tallest of people. The pool lay, surrounded by a tile deck of blues and greens and a colour that is both yet not quite either.

The silence was so loud that it was deafening. The cry of a bird was lost to the endless expanse for no one was near enough to catch the sound nor to reciprocate. The sky was clear, pale blue and with only two lines of white panning across its expanse in the wake of airplanes travelling to nations unbeknownst to most.

A doe stood still in the forest, grazing upon the long grass, relishing its cool moisture. A branch snapped and the animal was gone, instincts having overrun the need for nourishment. A car, a jeep to be exact, drove slowly through the forest, parking upon an eroded square beside the cabin.

The silence was broken.

“How the hell did you manage to rent this place anyway?” A voice emitted from the vehicle, a low yet feminine voice with a light rasp and a strong English accent. A girl, with whom the voice had originated, stepped out and into the relentless sun. Sun-kissed skin glowing.

“My mom paid for it, Grace. She knows people.” Another voice replied, a higher voice, a voice with such elegance that such a voice cannot be imagined to do such other a thing than sing in the grandest of theatres, replied. It belonged to Gen, a young girl with chocolate brown hair and eyes of such a dark blue that they may have been made of gemstones.

“That makes her sound so fucking creepy. Like a mob boss or something.” A girl sporting a black beanie and short blonde hair jumped out from her place in the car, stretching as she did so. Her eyes were sea green but not the kind of shade that's easy to describe. It was almost like they were both green and blue at the same time, with turquoise creeping in around the edges as if it were trying to take over.

“Yeah. Yeah. Shut up Kay!” Michaela, known as ‘Kay’, chucked and let the others out of the back of the car and took her place standing by Grace at the rear of the car. Grace was shorter than Kay, if only by an inch, yet contrasted to her in almost every way. Grace had chocolate brown eyes, tanned sun glazed skin and long deep brown hair while Kay’s skin was pale and her hair had always been light.

Two young men stepped out of the van, one the polar opposite of the other. KC, the older man, was short and portly with scruffy brown hair and eyes so dark they may as well have been a solar eclipse. Cullen, however, was tall and muscular, with eyes that were mossy green orbs with rings of cedar brown - they twinkled with a sharp gleam like that of a tiger staking its prey. His gaze was both of a wise professor and a bloodthirsty murderer: it called for respect and promised severe consequences for denying him.

Following closely behind were three young girls, one significantly shorter than the other two. The tallest of the three, Amber Kort, had long almost white hair pulled back into a ponytail with wisps falling down and framing her face. Her eyes were blue, however, to say that her eyes were blue would be to say that the sun was yellow. Sufficient but not enough to capture the blazing heat. They were hot, cold and warm all at once.

Beside her stood her half-sister, shortest of all the group, Scarlett Max, eyes influenced by the bright day, eliciting the opinion that they were almost purple in that light. Her hair mirrored that of her sister, with barely four months between them, the two were as similar in looks as they were in maturity.

The last of the young girls walked with a majesty one would only expect from a Queen and yet had the grace of a bull in a china shop. She stood just above Scarlett and below Gen in height and yet shorter than all the others who had little to no difference between one another. Her hair was dyed a velvet red that accented her cognac brown eyes, covered mostly by heavily pounded makeup.

“This place is fucking huge!” Kay exclaimed upon her first glance within the cabin, the door lay open behind the group as it allowed the old air to escape and breathed new air in, walls creaking as they contracted like lungs to welcome the fresh summer breeze.

“You don’t even understand how amazed I am at all of this.” Amber grinned at the sight before her, a twenty inch flat screen tv. She carefully ran a finger across the top of the device, dusty, as she’d expected.

“I think we’ve all established that this place is cool.” Grace stated, matter-of-factly as she lugged her suitcase into the cabin.

“You think there’s food here?” The group turned around to see that KC had barely scratched the surface of the steps leading to the cabin. With a chuckle, they all rolled their eyes in unison at KC’s obviously greediness.

“Who’s sleeping where? There are three rooms, I call dibs on top floor, I’ve seen the view from up there.” Gen laughed to herself as she began dragging her large duffel bag up the stairs to the third floor. Gen spoke with a thick American accent, a more familiar tongue in the state of Mississippi.

“Sure. We all decided on the way down anyway. Gen, Scarlett and Kay will be together. Cullen and KC. Me, Grace and Lindsay.” Amber said, holding the plans they had prepared for that very situation. Amber was always prepared, not much could deter her.

“Last one in the pool has to cook tonight!” Gen rolled her eyes at her friends’ playfulness as she watched them all bolt up the stairs, almost throwing her to the ground in the process. She was short, almost as short as Lindsay but yet still had at least two inches above her, that did not mean that she survived well amongst taller people. In that department, she was a little lacking.

“Aren’t you going swimming, Cullen?” The two men stood in their room, one sprawled upon a single bed whilst the other fought to pull swimming trunks passed his thighs.

“Nah. Swimming’s not really my thing. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Cullen stated firmly, in a low and rough Irish accent, he’d prefer to stay indoors anyway. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his friends but more that he preferred being alone to swimming in a pool full of them. Especially KC, who wasn’t even his friend anyway. He didn’t know anyone here really, anyone accept Kay.

“C’mon! Everyone else is!” Cullen could tell at that very moment that he would not be putting up a very good fight against KC anytime soon. The boy was annoying, maddening, and held a feeling about him, a feeling that was telling Cullen to break his nose and walk the hell away. Yet he did no such thing.

Cullen replied simply by raising his middle finger in the other man’s direction. KC huffed grumpily, like he was going to go out there with a ton of girls alone in his swimming trunks, friends or not he was sure they’d make fun of him. Tease him about his weight and surprisingly small ‘foot size’.

“Fine. Then I won’t go neither.” KC slumped upon his bed in anger, causing the furniture to creak and sink slightly under his weight, fighting to stay in one piece.

“I don’t give a shit what you do.” Cullen demonstrated no favour toward KC, he seemed off. Something about him made Cullen feel sick and it wasn’t down to his lack of hygiene, wasn’t entirely down to his lack of hygiene.

KC stormed out of the room in anger and began on his way toward the pool, the ground shaking under his accessive weight, body wobbling unceremoniously synchronised to the shaking on the ground underfoot.

“So Kay, why exactly did you bring us all out here?” Kay sighed in defeat, she’d spent hours on the train and then the plane contemplating the answers to give. Whether to remain silent, subtle or lie by the skin of her teeth. It seemed impossible. Should she tell them the truth, they may react badly. Subtlety has always been a specialty. Lying seems like the least attractive offer.

She heaved a deep breath and left it escape unceremoniously from her pale lips.

“We just needed to get away and I really missed Gen, it’s been a while since I last saw her. Over a year.” Grace smiled softly in thanks at Kay. Kay’s lips opened as she attempted to gasp out in warning. But she was too late.

Behind Gen stood a large man wearing only black. His eyes were dark and held a hollowness about them, almost as though they were not his own but that of an animal.

Above him he held a large object, merely a shadow before the bright sun. Water poured from the object and doused Gen, laugher erupted from behind her as KC gripped his knees in a desperate attempt to remain steady upon his feet.

“Fight me.” Gen growled out, furrowing her brow and gritting her teeth in anger. Only did her resolve break when KC started to tremble. Gen could not contain the laugher rumbling through her body at the sight of this large man, terrified of her, short as she was.

“Give the guy a break Gen. Look at him. He’s about to piss himself.” Grace tried to sympathise but no one could physically contain the laugher at the sight of KC.

“Yeah, give me a break. I’m the only guy here, if you ignore the Suicidal Prick upstairs.” Silence washed over them like a wildfire as Kay took a few practiced steps toward him.

“Don’t you fucking dare call him that! Just because he likes to be alone doesn’t mean that he’s fucking depressed!” And with that, everyone sat still, not a movement between any of them, barely the gentle sound of breathing. Kay stormed away, cussing as she made her exit toward the building.

“KC, That wasn’t very nice. Kay just wanted to bring us all together. Cullen doesn’t know anyone here.” Gen chipped in, she’d seen Kay mad before, more so than this, and therefore it held a weaker impact on her. However, that didn’t mean that KC wasn’t completely out of place in what he said.

“It wasn’t like I said anything bad. It was a joke. Jeez.” KC had never seen so many people look upon him with distain as his friends and acquaintances were now.

“Fine. Fuck you all.” KC grumbled bitterly as he headed toward the woods. They were thick and dense, ranging for miles upon miles before hitting the closest means of civilisation.

Gen and Scarlett sat outside placing sticks in a large pile surrounded by a circle of large rocks. Amber held a match, lit and held as far away from her person as physically possible. With a flick of her wrist, the match sprang onto the pile, setting the dry sticks alight.

Everyone stood still, alert eyes focussed on the flame as it tangoed, smoke filling the air, filling their lungs. Cullen glanced down upon the scene, eyes trained upon the flickering blaze, the cracking of the branches to be hearted from even such a distance as the one he was at.

“Hey Amber, why was KC invited? He’s a dick.” Amber replied simply with a non committed shrug as her eyes glued themselves to her phone, hand slowly creeping to her ear to place the earphone within it, attempting to play music without Grace noticing.

“I mean, he was nice before, you know but after we caught him lying about the whole ‘having cancer’ thing I guess he hasn’t been the same. Personally, I think he’s changed overall. He honestly reminds me of Levy.” Amber breathed out a laugh at the mention of Levy. She and Levy had barely been friends, a simple ‘I don’t like you’ made certain of that factor.

“Do you know anything about Gen or Cullen?” Grace shook her head in reply. She’d heard about Cullen from Kay but hadn’t really had the chance to meet him herself. He was ‘tough but soft really’ or so Kay would put it. His heart had the texture of a crab, solid until broken into. Few had tried, even less had succeeded and the one who did, left her mark.

“Gen’s nice. She knew Kay before she moved to Cornwall. Before us, so they’re like really close, I guess.” Neither appeared to have any interest in the conversation, having been worn out by a long day travelling and tackling the act of swimming. “She seems very-“ Amber was cut off by a loud voice, flooding with electricity.

“Who wants to sing?” A chorus of agreement flowed through the secluded area and Amber grabbed her ukulele in excitement, leaving Billie Eilish to sing ‘six feet under’ to herself, as her voice was lost to the joyous cries claiming to who should go first.

“Maybe we should all sing something together first?” Scarlett suggested in a hopeful attempt to resolve the problem and to her relief it was followed by an echo of submission from her friends.

“I know exactly what to sing!” Exclaimed Grace happily. It was a tough task, finding a song that all parties enjoyed, all with the exception of KC who had not yet returned without a trace.

Grace leaned over to Amber, the group began to take their places on the seats surrounding the fire in an off-perfect circle, and whispered something inaudible to everyone present. A smile slowly spread across Amber’s features, and she began to strum.

Everyone, without a second to doubt or deny the thought, recognised the riff and began to sing the first line of the infamous song.

“If you’re evil and you’re on the rise, you can count on the four of us taking you down...” The song concluded with a wave of laughter that caught the group and spread like the common cold.

A huge thank you to @bisexual-mess-ready-for-death who was the biggest inspiration and contributer toward the creation. She kept me motivated and I hope to post more chapters in the near future. I hope you all enjoyed :)

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