CONCRETE JUNGLE - A Noah Sebastian Fanfiction

You don't want to leave...

After what felt like hours of Noah and I arguing, we finally made it to their hideout. It's not like the rest of the world. This place is sleek and clean, black stained steel and leather are the two components that make up the rooms pallet.

I'm taken down the hall from the main room to an office of some sort, presumably Mr. Sebastian's den. Again, it's clean. Guns line the walls on either side of me and a traditional Japanese dragon painting is hung up behind the dark wood desk. It's not what I pictured this place to look like, but it's not suprizing either.

"Why the fuck am I here!!" I scream as I try to get out of the grip of two goons that look to be 3 or 4 times my size. I can't get out now.

"We saved you in our precious vehicle and gave you your next couple years to live." He stepped closer to me, the sound of his combat boots hitting the black marble ground feeling familiar to me the more steps he took. "And you must pay us for the lovely favor we did for you.." He grabbed my face with his large hands. "Right, Rosemary?"

That fucking name.

I whipped my head out of his hands earning a small cut from his rings in the process. "That's not my fucking name dipshit." I glared up at his through my eyelashes, rage running through my eyes.

He laughed and walked to the front of his desk to lean on, boots still louder than ever. He looked at me with an expression I can't quite place my finger on but it infuriates me nonetheless.

"What the hell do you want me to do so I can get the out of this hell hole!" I lied, it wasn't a hell hole, the outside was. This is by far the best kept place I have every been in. All I know is trash, corpses and not knowing where I'm going to sleep for the night, if I do get any sleep.

"Oh dear Rose, you're not leaving." A smirk now laid on his stupid face. "You are now.. 'protected'... by BAD OMENS, alright?"

"You now serve us." A slight sing song tone laced that last part and it pissed me off even more than I already was.

"Now why would I want to do that?"

"Because you'll be safe my love."

"I can take care of myself!"

"That's now what I saw a couple minutes ago, or should I take you to a new building where you can finally get crushed?"

Fuck, he was right. I was barely getting by with life. I was always lucky if I made it out alive and he made me feel lucky again by saving me.

I fucking hate it when people are right.

"Fine..." I looked down in defeat. "So whats my role in your cult?"

He looked at me with an offended look. "Your role?"

"Yeah, am I am a maid, a whore, an assassin? Give me something."

He finally understood what I meant by 'role'. "Your 'role' is to be safe here and to live a normal life." He started to walk around the room, boots now sounding like comfort with the idea of me finally having a home.

"People from the outside tend to think we are bad. Mainly because of the name but the real reason is because we 'steal' their loved ones from them." He starts to take a katana from one of the tables underneath the gun walls.

"We find people who are inneed of a new life and give it to them. After a day or two people start to not want to leave." He spins on his heels and uses the katana like a cane as he walks over to the other side of the room, still continuing his speech.

"When you have nothing, no home, no food, and, no clean water, then you are taken to utopia where all that exists...." He is now so close to me, I can feel his breath graze my face as he finishes his sentences.

"...you never want to leave."

You never want to leave...

I want to leave...

"Listen here Sebastian, I don't know who the fuck you take me for but I am not some sorry butch who need help surviving. I've done it for 25 years now and I can do it for more." I was now let go from the broads that were holding me in my place. "I will not play your little games and I will not be staying here any longer."

I turn to head out when he calls to me, not the big men were blocking the door at a simple word from Noah.

"You don't want to leave, dear." He states in a sickingly sweet tone.

I turn back to him, rage and confusion being the only emotions I'm capable of feeling right now.

"Your dear father, is here, and he's safe."

My... my dad?

A new part!!! I have been working hard on this story to atleast give yall something each week but for this week, whenever I finish a chapter, I will post it as like a kick starter!

I hope you guys are enjoying leader Noah and how my brain perceives Bad Omens dystopian world!

Next part coming soon!