All my friends are Heathens

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Romulus POV:

I woke up and was at my own bed, at home. I look around and noticed no one was here. I get up and was confused. Where did my future self-go? Was i hallucinating? I then felt something next to me in the bed. I look towards it and see a gun? More specific a Russian roulette, i grabbed it and play with it, checking how many bullets the chamber hold. It was full, now i was sure i wasn't hallucinating. 

I then find a note near a box, i open it and it was filled with bullets, some small blades Aswell. 

-The note-

Dear: Younger Self, this is for you from me. Remember to keep the promise, change the world, show our blood. Keep the gun and the box filled with fun things, either way I want you to go to this location. 666 Roulette St. go inside you'll meet up with four other kids your age. Become friends with them, make a gang and name it on what the first word comes up in your mind.  

sincerely: yours truly  


 -Few days later- 

I walked down the street to where the location was and enter the dark abandoned house. I was then met up with four other kids, one girl and three boys. Each look so different, they gave off small smile, but it was easy to define that they also have a lot going on in their life.

"Hey... names Romulus what about you guys?"

girl: "angela..."

boy 1:"micheal..."

boy 2:"thayer"

boy 3: "jasper"

I nod and memorize these names. As the days pass, we meet up all the time. In school, out of school, always together in a group. We've gotten close, like a family. 

One day when we went inside our secret base inside the woods, I open a closet filling it up with guns and ammos, knifes etc. Some keys are hanging at the wall, more specifically cars. Ive been planning our first attack, something small for now.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 04 ⏰

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