Secrets.°•. L. Yagami x Oc

001. The Escape

"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
An: The main characters in the beginning chapters of the story will share a POV because they grew up as one due to being 'hive-mind' in the freak show. I'm sorry if it's confusing at first but I hope you can still enjoy. :)
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And so we ran as fast as our frail legs could carry us. The ringleader's lackeys are hot on our trail with the hope of our capture on their minds.
  Escaping from the freak show wasn't all that hard in comparison to the chase itself, but as the show's resident 'mind-readers' we had eyes on us at all times.
  Now, you may be wondering, "Who the fuck is this bitch, and what the fuck is she yapping about?" Well for starters we aren't one bitch, we are two, and our names are unimportant as we don't have them. If you must have something to call us, however, hive-mind will do. That is what we were called in the freak show that our parents sold us to at the age of five. The reasons we were sold are the same despite our unrelated families. We had woken up in the hospital and started hearing 'voices' in our heads. Truth be told, they thought we were fucking schizo. To be fair, thinking you were hearing voices that no one else could after suffering from blunt force trauma does seem like a mental disorder.  Though that doesn't excuse the selling your child to a freak show...
   Anyways, we're getting off topic. Once we officially belonged to the ringleader, he took us for the display of our 'crazy ' We met for the first time during our first performance, and we had been attached by the hip since. Now originally it wasn't because we were immediately best friends, but it was simply because the ringleader had decided that we were to be assigned a twin act. We were to play the role of magicians and entice the rich folk into coming to the show. The entire act was a sham though. It was rigged, an easy cheat. You see, those voices we heard in the hospital turned out to belong to the other, however, they weren't voices, they were thoughts. The head trauma had made our brains sync up to one another's, allowing us to hear each other's thoughts and see mental images the other imagines. This is why the act was rigged. No matter what, one of us would do a card trick with the audience and the other would play the role of assistant. The assistant would figure out the card that the audience member had drawn, and the magician would complete the trick using the knowledge from the assistant. Like we said, its fucking rigged. We didn't complain though, any defiance would be met with the ringleader withholding meals or locking us away in isolation until the next show time.
   Eventually the hunger became too much for us to bear, so we ran. Or at least we tried to run. We were caught in the middle of the escape and beaten to the brink of death. We were around the age of seven. We learned to only rely on each other after that.
  We just turned twelve today, and we have finally escaped the freak show. We're running as fast as we can go, trying to make our escape final. Our fake jeweled shoes clicking against the pavement and our ribbons swaying behind us in the wind. Those we passed gave us strange looks because of our attire.

                      3rd person POV

  The crowded streets proved to be difficult to navigate but provided enough cover for a relatively safe get away. Lightly pushing and shoving through the crowd whilst muttering small apologies only proved their sense of urgency. The frantic expressions on the hive mind's faces becoming all the more obvious as the chase continues. Not far behind the hive mind is a group of visibly armed men, carelessly shoving everyone out of their way. It's obvious to anyone around that they're after the young kids, but no one dares to intervene.
  Rounding the nearest corner, the children attempt to make a swift get away through the back alleys, only to run directly into a boy wearing school uniform. The boy looks to be in his late teens, he has blonde hair with light brown roots peaking through. He was quite thin in frame and stood quite tall. His eyes were bloodshot as if under the influence, yet he seemed trustworthy. He looks down in surprise at the two children, not expecting the sudden push on his legs. He also wasn't expecting to see two scared kids, dripped out in fake jewels and ribbon. The obvious fright on their faces unsettled the boy, putting him on guard in case something happens. He kneels down, preparing to try to console the kids when a group of men round the corner, obvious signs of aggression seemingly coursing through their veins. The children seemed to snap out of their fright filled stupor and ran behind the strange man. Standing up, the man peers over at the group of hooligans without allowing an opening to get to the kids.
"Move it." The largest man out of the group of ruffians attempts to shove past the boy only to be pushed back.
"Did you not hear me boy? I said to fucking move." The man puts his hand on his not-so-concealed gun.
"I'm sorry?" The boy questioned sarcastically. He didn't like the attitude that these goons were showing him.
"You heard me kid. Either move or hand those little freaks behind you over to us and you won't get hurt." The boy scoffs at the audacious stupidity that these men are showing.
"You know- I don't think I'll be doing that, thanks for the offer though."
"Oh how noble, listen kid, your life is at stake right now. It's either them or you." The goon quickly draws his weapon and aims at the boy as a way of threatening him into doing what he wants. Though he was minorly confused when the boy reaches in his bag and grabs a notebook and a pen.
"Do you fucking hear me?! Listen to me and do as I say!" The boy doesn't respond and only looks at the men before one by one they fall dead.
"What the fuck? What the fuck did you do to them?!" The boy simply stares before looking at his phone to check the time. Forty seconds. That's how much time is left. Until what, you may ask. Well until-
  "gAh!" The weapon drops from his had as he falls and writhes on the ground. Once his body stilled, the boy turns to the kids and smiled.
  "Well now that that's over, are you two okay?"

                        Hive-mind POV

   "Are you two okay?" We stand there frozen in shock, thoughts racing through our heads as we converse.
  'What just happened?'
   'I don't- I don't know.'
   'I think that he killed them...
   'Noooo, really? I couldn't tell.'
  The boy stares at us waiting for an answer before tapping us on the shoulders.
   "You hear me?" He asked as we glance at each other.
   "Yes. We are okay." We reply in unison.
  The boy nods and begins to walk towards the ringleader's lackeys who appear to be dead.
   "I don't know why they were after you, but they're dead now. You're safe."
  We stare then nod in unison.
  'I don't trust him.'
  'I do. He just helped us.'
  'So?'
  'So I've decided I want to stay with him.'
'Wha- no. No no no. We don't even know him.'
  'I don't care.'
"So..." The boy begins. "Do you have a place to stay?"
  We shake our heads to rid our minds of our internal argument, but he seems to think we were answering him.
  "Well, uh. Do you want to stay with me?" The boy seems sheepish, as if it was awkward for him to offer. We quickly go back to our earlier argument before finally agreeing to his offer. He smiles and grabs our hands to lead the way to our new life.