Stockholm Syndrome ~Original~ // discontinued

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Almost instantly I opened the door wide. I tried talking but all that came out was a feeble whisper, "Come in..." Both boys did as asked and I closed the door, locking it and walking into the living room. Both of them were seated there. I ran a hand through my messy hair before sitting down next to them.

"Well, Miss, we have about something we need to talk about with you so bear with. Refrain from asking any questions until the end of the presentation." The shorter boy said. The taller - and probably older boy - glared at him from the side before looking at me. "Ask anything you like to Miss." He said, his voice quiet yet emotionless. Man, these people are intimidating; well, the tall guy is at least. "Please, call me Liz. I'm not my parents -" I paused,waiting for them to say their names.

"Charlie and Damien," The blonde one, 'Charlie', said. Pointing to himself and Damien. I nodded as he sat back and talked. "Well, as you know, Matt is apart of the Lost Boys. The gang that operates around here." I nodded in agreement, almost afraid to talk.

"Well, before we get into anything will you believe us in everything we say?" Charlie asked. I hesitated before nodding. Damien raised an eyebrow, as if he was trust my answer; frankly, I didn't either. I sighed slightly, "Tell me something only members of the Lost Boys would know." I demanded, straightening my posture, a hint I had gotten from my father. He had said it showed confidence and intimidation.

"Or we could show you our I.D's..." Charlie said, reaching to his pocket. I shook my head, "Verbal proof would satisfy me and clear any doubt, thank you very much." I said. Charlie groaned, "The Lost Boys have been around for ages, not really surprising, everyone knows that. And you must know that every four years the recruit a new member. So every sixteen years there is a new set of members. Classic information, not many know but 'fanboys / fangirls' do." He explained, Damien staying quiet as he did.

"Well, what no one knows is the members of The Lost Boys."

I nodded, no one had ever talked about the members.

"The current four members are, from oldest to newest :

Tessa Grey, 32 years old. Recruited 15 years ago, 16 years on July 16th; Damien Herondale, 25 years old. Recruited 11 years ago; myself, Charlie Black, 24 years old. Recruited 7 years ago. And finally, Matt James, 18 years old. Recruited 3 years ago."

It was true, Matt had told me. When I had gotten shot and he nursed my wound. Every single detail Charlie said was true. "Do you believe us know?" Damien asked, looking at me. I nodded and Charlie grinned. "Great, let's get to business then Miss.A-" I shot Charlie a glance and he paused,

"Liz." I smiled slightly, knowing I could trust these boys.

"Well, concerning Matt, he has been taken. You received a note like we did, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did. I got a phone call as well."

I noticed Charlie grabbing Damien's hand and shooting him a look, to which the taller boy just squeezed his hand and moved closer to him. The sight was kind of cute if I wasn't scared for the third time today.

"Well, The Revolt is the main enemy here. They're the ones who kidnapped him, and we can't get the police involved in this so don't ask about that. What we need to do is get him back. It'll take a while and we'll need your help Liz." Charlie explained, nonchalantly. "Please," He added, noticing my hesitant expression.

"Will it involve anything illegal?" I inquired, trying to find anyway out of this. I wanted to help get Matt back but I didn't want to be in a gang - that's not how I work.

"No,"

"Oh,"

"All you have to do is lie a bit," Charlie said, looking at Damien quickly. The taller boy nodded. I couldn't help but grin slightly.

"Bloody OTP..." I mumbled before Charlie spoke up again.

"Just tell your parents that you're going to stay with one of your friends for a few weeks, a month and a half max. Probably two actually..." Charlie rambled.

"Okay, that's easy. Any other recommendations?" I asked, silently praying for them to ask for the impossible. Damien shook his head and Charlie spoke up again; "So, if you persuade your parents then call me, and we'll pick you up. Okay?"

"Okay. I need your number though," I took out my phone,waiting to tap in his number. After he told me, both boys got up; bid their goodbyes; and left.

I need a nap.

I'm going to start putting in a word count for the actual chapter, from now on (so not including the a.n.)

Word Count : 788 words