𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 { 𝒇. 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔 }

🌊 - finding her.

"Should we touch her?"

"Luther, Luther, Luther... you're an idiot, you know that?"

"Of course she had to end up in this house—"

"Shh! Guys, we might wake her."

"Does anyone at least recognize her?"

"If we recognized her, would we be having this discussion right now?"

"Is she dead?"

"If she was dead, Klaus would be freaking out right now."

"Hey!"

"Shh—guys, she's stirring."

Isn't it lovely to wake up to bickering?

Placing her hands on her head to somewhat stop the throbbing pain, Josie let out a few groans as her eyelids fluttered open. Six blurry figures hovered over her, like those huddles that football players do during their games. If Josie wasn't in so much pain, she totally would have started screaming by now.

As the six people stood in utter silence, Josie took the time to try to examine each one through blurry vision. The tallest one was a blonde and sported a turtle neck that seemed to suffocate him. It was so tight on him, and Josie found herself wondering why he wore it.

Next to the blonde man was a woman, dressed very stylishly if Josie did say so herself, all decked out in leather and whatnot. Her long brown hair hung in front of her shoulders, and it matched her darker skin perfectly.

After her was another dude, who was also dressed in leather, but not the particularly attractive kind. It almost looked like a body suit, and Josie had to suppress her laughter upon thinking this. What intimidated her the most was the multiple weapons holstered to it.

Moving on from the weapons dude was a man who looked like an utter mess. His hair looked more disheveled than Josie felt, and a cigarette hung lazily from his mouth. Tattoos littered his hands and arms, and he seemed to giggle to himself constantly. Despite this harsh judgement, he was the only one to wave at you when you locked eyes with him.

Next to him was a pale girl, who had a rather somber expression compared to the previous four. Dressed in neutral clothing, she just seemed to be bored, something that Josie picked up on. Her emotionless aura . . . it was unsettling. Still, Josie moved on.

Lastly, next to the pale girl was a boy who looked much younger than those next to him. From what Josie could gather, he seemed about . . . what, seventeen? Eighteen? And the private school uniform he wore was quite telling of his age against the rest, some of which had questionable fashion tastes.

But Josie could dissect their personalities based on fashion later.

"Are you gonna say something, or are you going to keep checking us out?" Mr. Weapons stated, looking down at you with a tilted head.

"What? No, I wasn't checking you out. I just—what the hell am I doing here?!" asked Josie out of frustration.

"We could very well ask you the same question," Tall Blonde Man followed. Ms. Stylish Leather nudged him, as in a means to be nicer, maybe.

Then, The Mess decided to step forward, his cigarette smoke circling around in the air. "At least get off of the floor, hun. They're dirty, because Five hasn't washed them yet."

"I told you, Klaus, I am not washing these damn floors."

Josie looked over to the boy, apparently Five, and noticed that he was the one dressed like a private school kid. It was strange, looking at him, because he seemed to be a million different things shoved into one person. A young boy but somehow, a knowledgeable old man or a wise owl. It gave Josie chills just thinking about it, and she didn't realize that she had been staring until Five waved his hand in her face.

"Sorry," she sputtered as The Mess—or Klaus, as Five called him—stuck out a hand. Grabbing it, Josie pulled herself upward and landed on her feet, still looking around at the six people there.

"So back to my question," Tall Blonde Man started, "what are you doing here and where did you come from?"

"Well—"

"Wrong question to ask, Luther," Mr. Weapons interjected. "Just tell us your name and stuff."

"What good is that gonna do?!"

"Can you just let her talk? Please?"

Josie waited a moment before talking, since the tension between these people was very obvious and very uncomfortable to withstand.

"Okay. Um, hello. My name is Josephine, though—"

"Pretty name!" Klaus interrupted, causing the five others to look at him in disapproval. "Sorry... continue."

Josie almost didn't want to continue, but she did. "—though most people call me Josie or Jo or something. I'm sorry, I'd love to go on, but I'm really just not sure why I'm here. My head is hurting and I have no idea who any of you are, and it's kind of freaking me out."

"See?" Tall Blonde—er, Luther—said, pointing his question right at Mr. Weapons.

"Oh, shut it, Luther."

Josie looked back and forth from each of the six before her. The one who was closest in age to her was Five, no doubt. They both seemed to be around that eighteen age mark, though she wasn't sure. Everyone else in the room seemed rather grown and old, almost if they've lived their lives of glory already and have been entering that awkward phase of leaving youth and entering adulthood.

Only then did Josie notice the awkward silence that stood between everyone.

"Okay, well, since my brothers are of no help, I think stepping in now would be fitting," Ms. Stylish Leather began. "I'm Allison. The tall man over there is Luther, weapons man is Diego, crazy person is Klaus, little boy is Five, and the only other girl is Vanya."

That was a good way of putting it, because Josie understood everything right away.

"Great job on the formalities, Allison," Five said in a rather sarcastic tone, which Allison gave back a look. Still, Five stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Mind telling us what date you were born?"

"What does my birthday have to do with this?"

"Can you just tell us? You're making this more difficult than it has to be, honestly."

Josie was perplexed at best, but she shook her head. "The first of October."

Everyone in the room gasped. It was a strange gasp, an uneasy one. They all looked at each other with different levels of shock and confusion, which really irritated Josie. What were they not saying?

"What?! What is it?"

That's when Klaus bubbled over in laughter. It was bone-chilling, almost, watching him giggle about, even though he seemed far from sober. Still, it irked Josie.

"Do you not know?" Klaus asked. Once he got Josie's shake-of-head, he laughed even more before continuing on with his spiel. "Oh gosh. Someone tell her! I refuse to be the one."

"Really, Klaus?" Diego exclaimed, looking over at the giggling drunk. "Just tell her."

"Why should I? I don't want to cause her misery."

Misery?!

"I still don't get why—"

"It's fine, Diego," the other girl... Vanya? Well, she butted in there with a very monotonous voice. "You're one of them, Josie."

"One of what?!"

Silence once more.

"Oh, fine!" announced Klaus once more. "A freak with a superpower no one else has. That's what you are. One of us."