Horrific Minds || Marcus Lopez/Deadly Class fanfiction

𝟏. 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Reminder: The song above might help with your experience, but do what you want with it😀
Warning: really bad and written when I was younger lol

I woke up, aware of the uncomfortable sitting position I was in, but couldn't see anything. Tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes but found out soon enough that my hands were tied up. Shit, I think I've gotten kidnapped

I started to panic, duh, and my breath got heavy.

Slowly calming down, knowing that panic wouldn't help, I listened alertly to any sound around me. As far as I could, anyway. I heard people mumbling things, very silent, probably because I shouldn't hear what they said.

I heard the sound of, chopping? I really didn't have a clue.

I did know that the smell was awful.

Then I focused on my mind. How did I come into this situation? Come on y/n, remember! Flashes of memories from what happened before flew by. It stopped on one particular moment; I saw a random girl fight with the cops, while I tried to get out of this plight, away from these horrible circumstances. Not even a minute later, a sharp pain hit my head and I passed out.

I snapped out of my daydream when I heard a louder voice, a low voice of a boy: 'Don't look like no psychopath to me.'

An familiar voice, this time of a girl, spoke: 'Can't judge a book by it's cover.' That was the girl who fought the cops! Okay, maybe I should start worrying?

'But you can judge one by its smell!' said another weird voice.

And then, finally, I saw again. The sack was taken off my head, and the light entered my eyes. Sighing, I looked around. Odd sort of place it was, almost yellow tiles covered the walls and there hung four slaughtered cows? I'm only guessing, still no idea where I am.

Five people stood before me:

- A boy with black, braided hair, and with an a bit chubby body.

- Another boy, with green hair in a Mohawk and a skateboard. Very punk-like.