Complete Undoing

FIFTEEN

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LEXINGTON

"Just look at all of them." Lance mutters under his breath as we all watch as the chaos erupts around us.

People scattering everywhere. Girls and guys running like their live's in danger. The only lives that are in danger are the mother fuckers who think they run this shit show.

The whole concept of this reject shit means fuck all to me. But tonight's the one night we beat them at their own game, outside of the ring.

The only night I can let my mask fully slip and unleash the villain I truly am.

"They hold too much power." Leighton says as he clenches and unclenches his fists.

"I can't wait to drag them off the thrones they sit so high on and demolish them." Lincoln snarls, "it's almost salivating."

We started coming to this bomb fire a few years ago. I was still in high school, but it was after Lance had a falling out with the head reject himself two years ago. Before, Lance joined in on the fun of these activities. Luckily for us, he still had inside help to allow us in, to be transparent, and to give us information about what's transpiring tonight.

Even behind his hideous mask, I could see his shock once Hayden Bird saw my dear brother and cousin. The way his shoulders tensed and his body went rigid. Most, maybe all didn't notice it. But I did.

Standing and waiting with my brother and Nate behind the trees, feet away from everyone else, I could tell he knew his reign was coming to an end.

It almost made me smile at the fact. Key word almost.

Once Hayden told everyone to run, my brother and Lance snuck away into the crowd and made they're way into the shadows beside us, waiting.

We watched as each masked individual grabbed a baseball bat and took off chasing and starting off the night of what they call, reject recruiting.

Let's be real here. They never recruit anyone. It's they're fucked up way of having shits and giggles.

Us, on the other hand, came prepared for war.

We're all also dressed down in black and masks. The difference is that ours are all white ski masks with fake blood splattered on them. Nates' idea is to make us look more bad ass.

I hand Leighton his mask, and he slips it over his face, and taking his brass knuckles out of his back pocket and onto his hand.

"No other weapon for tonight, dear brother?" He shakes his head at me and walks out from behind the trees.

"Wait, I thought we were going to wait until they came to us?" Nate whisper yells as he tugs on the whip around his neck.

"Don't start changing the plans, Lee." Lincoln tells him, as he grips the handle of the dagger he's holding and trying not to follow Leighton but to stick to what we've talked about.

I look over at Lance and see his eyes narrow at a path to our right, and I look down to see he's not holding onto a weapon. He never does. He wants Hayden Bird to feel what he's going to do to him. I don't blame him. The betrayal is still fresh, even after years.

He turns his head, and that same dead look I have in my eyes gloss over his as he tells Leighton to go ahead. "Don't forget, they're the only targets tonight. Not anyone else, got it?"

"Only if they get in my way." And Leighton stalks off.

"When did you put barbed wire around your bat?"

I shrugged at Nate, and we walked through the bushes, and a flowery scent hit me hard.

I stop, making Nate bump into me.