Songbird|Skreamer|Supacell

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Layla's POV:

As the night progressed,it was left with only the dedicated and the desperate. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease from my encounter with Skreamer and his friend. The way they had confronted me, especially Skreamer, had left me with more questions than answers. The concern in his eyes was genuine, but I wasn't ready to trust just anyone.

I made my way through the dimly lit alleyway, my thoughts still swirling. I needed to focus on my music, not on mysterious gang members.

Skreamer's POV:

I watched Layla leave, a mixture of curiosity and admiration playing across my face. As Tazer and I made their way out of the club, I couldn't help but think about the girl with the unusual abilities. Tazer, ever the opportunist, was already making plans to use this information to their advantage, but was more concerned about Layla's safety.

"Yo, Skreams," Tazer said as they walked down the street, "You reckon she's a threat or what?"

I shook my head, my deep voice gruff but thoughtful. "Nah, bruv. She ain't a threat. She's just tryin' to get by. But if she's got powers like that, she could get herself into serious trouble. We gotta keep an eye on her."

Tazer nodded, but his mind was already on other matters. Skreamer was left with the weight of his thoughts as they walked into the night.

Layla's POV:

The following days were a blur of rehearsals and attempts to maintain some semblance of normalcy. The memory of Skreamer's intense gaze and his concern for me lingered in the back of my mind. I found myself wondering about him—about the man behind the rough exterior.

It was on one of those dreary, overcast afternoons that I encountered Skreamer again. I was walking to a "Anitas Carribean food", when I spotted him on the sidewalk, accompanied by another guy. The latter was wearing a black hoodie, and his constant chattering was impossible to ignore.

"Hey, Skreamer!" I called out, unsure of what to expect.

Skreamer turned his face was mean and rough.But lightened up with recognition. "Layla, innit? What are you doing here? These aint the safest parts to roam you know"

The other guy,eyed me with a mischievous glint. "Well, well, well. Look who we got 'ere. Skreamer's newest interest, I see." I roll my eyes and suck my teeth at his comment.

Twosie's POV:

I was always one for a laugh, leaned in with a cheeky grin. "So, Layla, you got Skreamer wrapped 'round your finger or somethin'? Or just tryin' to have some fun?"

Skreamer's expression hardened. "Oi, Twosie, shut up. Show some respect, yeah?"

Layla's POV:

Twosie's comment stung, but Skreamer's protective reaction caught me off guard. There was something unexpectedly endearing about his defense. I glanced at Skreamer, who looked genuinely irritated. And told Twosie to go on, he'll chat to him later.

I offered a small smile trying to lighten the mood as we walked together. "I don't need anyone else making assumptions."

Skreamer nodded, his voice low but sincere. "Yeah I understand dat, and Twosie's just got no filter."

"I can see that"  I smirked looking up at him. We continue walking until we get to my flat. "If you need anything, or if you just wanna talk, I'm around. I really hope I can see you again" Skreamer spoke.

I offered a small smile and gave him a side hug.. "I'll keep that in mind."

Skreamer's POV:

As Layla walked into her house, I felt a strange mix of protectiveness and admiration. There was something about her that intrigued me, something beyond her powers. I wanted to be there for her and keep her safe. She doesn't know how dangerous having powers could be. I headed over towards Tazers house, where we usually meet up, and glanced at Twosie, who was muttering under his breath.

"Alright, Twosie, let's get a move on. We got stuff to do," I said, trying to keep his tone firm.

Twosie grinned. "Yeah, yeah. You got a soft spot for the leng ting now?"

I didn't answer, my had mind already drifting back to Layla. There was a lot more to her than met the eye, and I was determined to find out what it was.