Street Artist

Chapter 2: Silhouettes and Secret Keepers

General Re-cap: Random unknown dude shows up at the warehouse asking to join the crew.

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For a minute I just kind of sit there before deciding that he already knows who and where we are, so I might as well talk to the guy to try to figure out what's going on here.

I heave myself out of the beanbag with an over dramatic sigh and make my way to the door, where Fred's confused and slightly nervous looking head is still peeking out. I walk past him and take in the guy standing in front of me. He is really tall and looks around my age. He is, admittedly, really good looking and, judging from his clothing, either very rich or a criminal. I won't rule out the latter option based on the fact that he is standing in front of a creepy warehouse asking to join a group of teens who vandalise public building in their free time. The guy has messy black hair, slightly tanned skin, and extremely green eyes with flecks of gold and hazel in them.

"Who the hell are you, what do you want, and how did you find us and the warehouse?" I ask bluntly. I want to get straight to the point with this.

He cocks an eyebrow before responding.

"What, no greeting? Not even a hello? I'm hurt."

I look him straight in the eyes with a blank expression, I have mastered the art of dead-panning.

"Hi, I'm super happy to meet you. My name is unimportant, but people around here call me K. My interests include art, long walks on the beach and poking dead things with a stick. Now, who are you, what do you want and how the hell did you find us and the warehouse?"

Dani and Jason come up behind me, undoubtedly trying- and failing- to suppress their laughter. They both know me too well... To his credit, the guy only blinks once before talking again and is obviously not intimidated by our hangout despite the fact that the place is every serial killers dream.

"My name is Seth. I want to join the infamous K's crew because I like street art and... well, my folks don't exactly approve... And as far as how I found this place? I'm resourceful."

"Okay, so your filthy rich. Your parents think art is a waste of time and want you to focus on studying so you can take over the family business, and you hired a guy to track us down without anyone knowing. Yes?"

Again, he only looks surprised for a moment before his face becomes expressionless again and he nods mutely. I narrow my eyes at him slightly from behind my mask and think it over.

"Full name?"

"Seth Elliot Carlyle," his response was automatic. We'll have to fix that. Carlyle... Carlyle... the name rings a bell... Oh well. I plan on stalking him via the Internet later so that I can hunt him down if he ever does something stupid like turn us in to the police.

I open the door slowly and use large hand gestures to invite him in.

"Do you plan on joining us or would you like a formal invitation? If you want I can send you an e-vite." I say, dryly. Dani and Jason snicker from behind me and the boy walks into the warehouse. I shut the door behind him and the rest of the guys give him the once over. If he survives these guys and me than he deserves more credit than I'm giving him. I admit it, I don't trust people. When you live for something that needs to be kept secret you learn to analyze everything and everyone carefully so you don't slip up. I've done extensive research on every single member of the crew at some point.

Each of them are currently eyeing Seth like a piece of meat, because this is how I've trained them to be like, in a way, when we met up. Me and Ace (Jason) are the founders of our little gang and everybody in it we found on the streets or somewhere. People that can't or don't know how to express themselves and needed the outlet. Our brave little band of misfit toys that we gave the opportunity to create something. Art lovers like us that didn't really know what to do with themselves and didn't run away from us when we approached them. This was our family, and it was my job to protect that. Seth had to earn it just like the rest of us.