SUPER CELL 🌝🌚[ON HIATUS]

1 : The Awakenings

Sona was just vibing along with the music blasting in the party. It was basically sex out on the dance floor that probably moved up a few stages when some dance partners would go to the bathroom or the rooms upstairs.

She came to the party with Moe because he (she) wanted (him)to get out of his room and socialize. Basically feeling week as a Bambi out of its mother, Sona was drinking and bobbing, drinking and bobbing.

Moe, on the other hand, was hating every second of the party. In just two minutes after entering, he was pulled over to a group of guys and engaged in the haze of flashing lights and the smell of weed. He dranked and bobbed his head until,

"Bro, that your sister over there?" One of the guys pointed over to the side where they all were looking.

Seeing his sister enjoying herself by a corner, Moe narrows his eyes at a guy who did a hourglass with his hands while the others laugh. Ignoring them, he replied, "Yeah, what is it?"

"Ay, link me up, yea?" The guy sniffed, rubbing his nose that grew red from the amount of substances he sniffed up.

Looking at his sister and back at the guy, Moe shrugged, "Aight."

Sona was getting more tired by the minute and yawned with her mouth covered.

"Dang, could've caught some flies in that thing." Moe slumped next to her. "Enjoying yourself?" Sona showed a tired smile at her brother.

"Yeah. That guy over there wants your number." Moe pointed at the tallest of the group who drank from his red cup sloppily and kept looking at Sona.

Sona shook her head. "I don't want to give him my number." "You're tired. Recharge." Moe gave her a small capsule that was colored black and yellow.

Since coming from under the coffee maker's wing at 20 years old, Moe and Sona worked the past three years to create a network of people who sells their drugs for them. They also make a lot of money and since the recipe was only known by the two, no other person could ever top them or try to destroy them.

Krazy tried, he got a scar on his back for future PTSD.

"Alright, tell him to meet me round the back." Sona got ready to move but Moe grabbed her arm. "Why the back? That's in the open. Anybody could see you." Moe took a quick glance to the door opening and saw the Tower Boys entering.

"Relax, bro. Nothing is going to happen." Sona held out her pinkie. "Promise."

Moe curled his pinkie around hers before watching her walk out. He walked back over to the tall male of the bunch. "She out back." The brunette smirked and patted his back. "My g."

Moe didn't even care he touched him. Last he'll see of him anyways. Suddenly, he heard a fuss of some Chucky and his boys outside and he paused.

"What the fuck kind of name parents be giving their kids these days?" Moe walked to the back after counting thirty and saw the brunette on the floor with Sona on top of him. They looked to be making out but he knew that one was dead and the other was eating his soul. "Dang, didn't left any for me?"

Sona paused to talk to him. "Didn't you feed on that other kid before the party even started?" She got up. "Let's go. I'm tired."

"About damn time." Moe cheered silently by pumping his fist in the air. And they left the party with inspirations for their work brewing.

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Moe and Sona visited the hospital to sign a contract on the drugs they were to be creating for them. Moe already moved to leave the office, saying he was heading to a restaurant and left his sister with the head doctor.