ANON. || l.s.

Rebels

you know
No time for no lie and I'm here to show
I

found a way higher

Me is all I need to be inspired

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   'Welcome to the true rebels of "Bull-Shit"!'
Zayn slapped me on the back and joined me at the lunch table. 'I guess you had the same speech? "We are here to protect you", blah blah blah' He imitated the shrill voice of Ms Neelis and unpacked his lunch. I just sat there frozen, not sure how to react. I've probably stared at this lunch table for two hours now, not really feeling up to joining the class again after they dropped that bomb on me. I'd just been sitting here, staring at this ugly wooden pattern, wondering if I should be relieved or depressed. News spread like wildfire in this school, and given the fact that everybody avoided eye contact with me said enough. They all heard the calling this morning. I was a dead man walking. 

   'I don't know how to feel...' I mumbled the words to Zayn almost too soft to hear but he did anyway. He studied my face for a bit and evidently decided on a different approach because he dropped the grin and softly squeezed my arm. 
   'I'm sorry...It can be quite hard to be avoided by everyone, but know that I won't. You're one of us now.' He hesitated for a moment but continued. 'You can join us if you want?' He nodded to the table I've seen him at before. A couple was seated there and they stood out like a sore thumb. While the rest of the cafeteria was timid, they were laughing out loud, not caring if people noticed them.  They looked like...normal people? 
   'But I don't want to join ANON.! For you, this might be a joke but I don't really feel like ending up dead and buried where no one will ever find me again!' I shook my head. New friends would be a welcome distraction right now, but I'd be playing with fire if I would join the people who glorified death. Why the fuck was I even talking to this guy?
   'You probably enjoy all these people being killed and ripped away from their homes but I don't want that to happen to my Father!' I was raising my voice and balling up my fists to control my anger. Zayn just raised an eyebrow and gave me a pointed look.
   'Ahh...you don't?' It wasn't a question, more a statement. That made me quiet. I don't want that to happen to Father, right? ...Right? 
   'Do what you want Tommo. You know where to find us. Even if you want to ask some questions. We're here.' And with that, he stood up, walked away and I watched him leave absolutely baffled. 

 This was the slowest day I've had in years. In math class, someone actually went to sit somewhere else when I plopped down beside them and I got glares all day long. In the hallways, I felt like Moses. The sea of students parted just with my presence. Even teachers averted their eyes during class when I looked at them. I guess the black eye wasn't helping either. So much for extra care and monitoring. At the end of the day, I was seriously sniffing myself to check if I was reeking when I got a text from Zayn.

I'll walk you home. -Z

Again, not a question, just a statement. My better judgement was telling me to decline but after a whole day of being ignored by literally everyone and wondering what my own voice would sound like I texted back with a simple "Okay.". 

When I exited the school he was already leaning against the fence, accompanied by his trusted cigarette. The sun beaming down on him, but he just soaked in the sun rays with his head held high and an expensive looking pair of sunglasses on his face. He must've seen my frustrated expression because he pouted at me and chuckled a bit. 
 
   'That rough?'
   'Yeah...' 
We started walking. He offered his cigarette pack but I declined. 
   'You must have a lot of questions, don't ya?' Zayn inhaled deeply and glimpsed at me now and then. Where should I start? I decided to break the ice with the most pressing question on my mind.
   'Okay...The killings?'
   'What about them?'
   'You condone the murders happening?' 

Zayn sighed and stared ahead whilst shaking his head. 'Not really. Like...I hate it honestly, but there are rumours, ya know?'
   'Rumours?' I furrowed my eyebrows.
   'Like...Okay, That guy that was killed two weeks ago? What's his name...William? He was part of an underground network.'
I gulped. 'He was part of ANON.?!
   'No,' Zayn laughed, 'There are more underground networks. My nephew works at the police station. Apparently, he traded in kiddie porn.'
   'What?!'
   'Yep.' Zayn went quiet for a bit and mumbled something along the lines of "Good riddance".
   'Why didn't they say anything about this on the news?' 

This made Zayn throw his head back in laughter. 'Tommo! Do you really think they would tell us? For one it would make them look even more like fools, because that means there is an underground network besides ANON., and they are just too self-indulgent to admit they don't have everything under control. And two, They want to portray ANON. as the most dangerous group, there is. Don't you think if this get's out they'd get sympathy? That people would be less afraid?'

I bit my lip. 'Okay...But it's still murder...'
   'Yes, it is.' Zayn threw his cigarette on the pavement and immediately lit another. 'But this, for me at least, is one murder I'll applaud.' 
   'So, He wasn't the only one who did something horrible?' 
   'As far as I know, I mean- my nephew doesn't know everything, but the last couple of people who died already had a criminal record.'

I didn't know what to say. Even if they had a criminal record, did that mean they deserved to die? What was this? Some type of vigilante shit? My thoughts went haywire. Would I do the same if some disgusting pervert got away with something? Murder was wrong. Nobody should kill and all life was sacred. But deep down, I felt relieved. At least it was someone who deserved it. Well...Kind of. My sympathy for Zayn was also on the rise, and I understood his motives a little better. Don't get me wrong, I was still holding back, and didn't trust him one bit, but at least he treated me as a normal person. Not someone who had to be avoided. 

   'You're about to get Tagged, aren't you?' We arrived at my street and stopped. I totally forgot about the Tagging.
   'There will be someone at four who'll Tag me...' Nervously I looked at my house and fiddled with my nails. 'Will it hurt?'
   'Only a little. It'll be over in a second. But you'll have other things to focus on other than the pain...' Zayn grinned mischievously. 
   'What do you mean?'
   'Well...', Zayn hesitated for a moment, quickly peeked around us and then shuffled me back until I hit the lamppost with my back. Suddenly I could feel his breath fanning against my cheek as he leaned in closer. 'The guy doing the Tagging is pretty hot...' 
   'Oh...?' I stammered. I felt myself turning beet red.
   'Really hot...' His fingers pushed my hair back a bit and a shiver went down my spine as he leaned in, his lips touching my earlobe while he whispered. 'Let's make sure you'll think about me when he touches you, yeah?' 
He pressed himself against me and I felt my knees weaken when he nibbled on my earlobe. I moaned, but immediately realised we were in the middle of the street. I awkwardly bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut. Then he kissed the sweet spot in my neck. I let out a whimper when I felt his teeth biting softly over the wet spot. He grinned against my skin and just when I was about to lean in, he stepped back. He looked amusingly at my flustered face. With a scold I readjusted myself, my mouth hanging open from the sudden whiplash he'd given me.  
   'Good luck!' Zayn grinned at me and before I could say something else he turned on his heels and left. Leaving me with a hard-on in the middle of the streets. 

Fucking hell. 

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Well...I guess Zouis happened a bit lol xD

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