Match made..•Main Ship: Stenny•

Ch 3.

Kenny sat beside the bathroom in the Arena, his mind flooded with questions about the hooded figure. People passed by..suddenly the sound of running feet grew louder. Kenny looked up and out of the corner of his eye was that same hooded figure he was just think of. "I must find out who this is..and what they're doing.." Kenny thought as he slowly followed behind the hooded figure. The sound of feet hitting the dusty floor was covered by the chattering of people and their families. Suddenly the hooded figure came to an abrupt stop, "I know someone's following me..it's not hard to tell.." The hooded figures voice was deep and had a low ring to it. Kenny quickly leaned up against the wall as he covered his mouth, "If you come out right now I won't cut off your head and sell you to the black market.." Kenny's eyes widened, The figures voice grew louder and sounded closer. Suddenly Kenny was lifted up against the wall, "ACK!-" Kenny took his hands and tightened them against the one holding his shirts collar. Kenny tried to pry the figures hand off, each time the figures grip got stronger. "Why are you following me..?" Kenny stayed quiet as he started at the figure, the only thing he could see was clear gentle blue eyes. "Answer me!" The figure snapped as he pulled out some sort of pocket knife, "I will chop off your head and sell you to the black market..If you don't answer me!" Kenny shit his eyes tightly before lowering his head. "FINE! I saw you running into an Alleyway in district 5! I found it a little suspicious that when I saw you in the Arena you had the label of District 2!" The figure dropped Kenny on the ground, They looked down and just stared at Kenny. Kenny's heart raced as he stared back, his mind spinning with confusion and fear. The figure's intense gaze sunk deep into his soul, the weight of their current situation lingering heavily in the air. In that moment, They knew They had to explain the truth, no matter the consequences. "Alright fine. I'll tell you everything..just..follow me.." Then figure said before putting the pocket knife away. Intrigued by the figure's sudden change of heart, Kenny cautiously decide to follow them. He maintain a safe distance, ensuring his own security while keeping the figure within sight. As the two continue down the dimly lit path, the tension in the air slowly dissolved, but Kenny was still anxious. After some time the figure stopped, Kenny looked around the little area. It was a dim alleyway that sat between a clothing shop and a bakery. Kenny looked at the hooded figure and just sighed softly, "So..What are we doing here.." He asked softly as the figure removed his hood. Kenny's eyes widened at the sight, it was a boy with black hair. His hair was kind of messy and had a few bleached spots in the hair. Like earlier Kenny got a closer look at his clear blue eyes, and the guys facial features were pretty soft. He had a little scar across his left cheek but it was barely noticeable. "My names..Stan.." Stan said softly, Kenny was amazed. "I'm apart of an underground organization..we're supposed to stay anonymous and blend in with the original crowd..but.." Stan's voice trailed off. "But..I guess I didn't too good of a job.." He said softly before looking up at Kenny, Kenny seemed to be confused but also quite pleased that Stan was telling him stuff. "Wait..so why were you in district 5..and I wanna know more about this underground organization.." Kenny said as the lights from the alleyway flickered slightly, Stan seemed a little taken back but in the end he took a small breath before he spoke. "District 5 is where the main base is..The organization normally calls people from the watches that they give out.." Stan said softly before showing Kenny a small black watch, "The organization does a lot of stuff that's far from legal..Most of the time it consists of Violent Crimes and a lot of identity theft.." Stan's voice trailed off again as he focused on the flickering lights. Kenny's eyes widened as he listened to Stan's revelations. He glanced at the small black watch, intrigued by its significance. "District 5, the main base... The organization sounds like a dangerous group," Kenny replied, his voice hushed. "Do you have any idea why they're involved in illegal activities like violent crimes and identity theft?" Stan's gaze remained fixed on the flickering lights, his voice still soft. "I don't have all the details, but from what I've gathered, the organization operates in the shadows, exploiting loopholes and vulnerabilities. They thrive on secrecy and anonymity. I suspect their involvement in illegal activities helps fund their operations and maintain control over their members." Kenny's mind raced, trying to process the gravity of the situation. "But why do they call people from the watches they give out? What's the purpose behind it?"
Stan took a deep breath before answering. "The watches serve as a means of communication and identification. Each watch is unique and linked to a specific individual. When the organization wants to contact someone, they use the watch to send a coded message or signal. It ensures that only the intended recipient receives the message, reducing the risk of infiltration or surveillance." Kenny seemed taken back, his heart and mind raced in fear and worry. "I shouldn't of told you all this.." Stan said softly as he put the watch back on and slid his hand into pockets of his black jeans, "I now either have to take you in and have you swear secrecy or..The organization gets your head on a platter..I'll let you decide.." Stan said softly as he stared into Kenny's ocean blue eyes, Kenny's eyes sparkled with fear..just straight fear. Kenny's heart raced as the silence grew humid, he felt like he was walking on double ended swords..Both options in this situation had him under a bad consequence, but the only reasonable one he would have free range of keeping his head was kind of hard to agree too.. "I don't have all day..Make up your mind before I tell the organization.." Stan said a little irritated, Kenny took a small breath and then spoke in a shaky tone, "Alright..I want to keep my head..I'll reluctantly agree to go with you..but I want to know more.." Stan took a small breath, "Alright..It'll tell you the name and history of the organization..Just..let's go somewhere more private..and we have to be back for the matchmaking.."