Freaks

1- Trespassers

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You can look from a roof into this city, Brookings, and see tall gray and black buildings covering the view of the beach in the west. The community is separated like any town, cut into different slices of wealth. Everyone is divided depending on how much they get from work or family. The rich are in the north, the middle class in the east, and the lower class in the south. The west is just the city itself, people rummage around there, moving from apartment to apartment or hotel to hotel while considering if they want to live here or not.

Most nights are quiet and simple, the most comforting city you've seen, not much traffic, and not many sirens going off. Some people think everyone has disappeared when they wake up too early or if they stay up too late—just like the four kids tonight.

It's a humid night. A graze of dense clouds covers the purple sky. As usual, there's not a person in sight. Especially not here, in downtown Brookings, in an abandoned warehouse. Malakai Olsen was assuming, based on how run-down and old it looks, that there wouldn't be anyone or anything in it. He decided he would take his three other friends for a little "break-in and hangout", only to have just recently realized...it's not quite as empty as he was planning.

Now his head is popped over a pile of large wooden box crates. His puppy-shaped, brown eyes inspect the darkness where two tall men walk in across the warehouse; their voices low and inaudible.

To the right of Malakai is his childhood friend, Aster McKinley. She's crazy, high-strung just like he is but much less daring and deceiving. She sits in a squatted position against a crate, her knees to her chest as she smiles fearfully with her wide, olive-green eyes.

"We're gonna die." She marks, being the first word from someone's mouth since they got themselves in this mess.

To the left of Malakai is Luka Mae. His inky black hair whips as he turns his head to Aster in a quick rush, a serious expression covering his face, his voice mellowed down, "No we won't! Not if you don't keep talking so loud."

She looks at him then to the ceiling as she crashes her head against a box, making her white dyed pigtails thrust over her shoulders when she does. She watches the ceiling in a worried daze, a mix of panic and excitement. Her unblemished, pale skin is easy to see, though, the slim size of her body makes her harder to see from a distance. She's constantly tugging at her fitted black skirt, pulling up her jacket off of the groggy concrete floor.

To the left of Luka is Harper Hollick. Her mind is bent over backward, her sense of flight already kicked into her blood, all of this adrenaline making the brim of her deep brown hair sweat profusely. Her stance is tense, ready to flee in her loose shirt that almost touches the filthy ground; looking like she's about to start a track race.

"Can we just go?!" She complains.

Malakai finally bends back down, his eyes mud-on-mud with Harper's. His slicked-back, beige-shaded hair that spikes up in the back, barely ever moves when he does.

"Hell no!" He whispers, "We have to find out what this is!"

"Find out what-what is?!" She exaggerates, her voice accidentally slipping out more loudly.

Luka grunts aggravatingly, "Can you all shut up, please? I can hear them talking."

They all stay silent, agreeing that they too can hear the chattering that used to seem quiet for a moment, but now the two voices have grown louder and clearer, into an argument.