Ruined: A Twisted lost Boys fanfiction

chapter 8

Such immense trauma for one so young was a tragedy, David reflected, his eyes narrowing as he watched the girl who seemed to have fallen into a restless sleep, despite the ongoing shouting match between Marko and Paul. The air was thick with tension, and David's voice sliced through it like a knife.

"Quiet, both of you!" David commanded, his tone icy and laced with a clear warning. The two fell silent, exchanging glances but no further words. Marko stood close to Dwayne, his posture tense, while Paul, defiant as ever, took a drag from his joint, the ember glowing ominously in the dim light.

"Let's head back," David ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Paul, ensure she's secure and then join us at the beach. You remember the usual spot, right?" He mounted his bike, the engine roaring to life as Paul nodded, his expression inscrutable.

Paul carefully picked up the girl, her body limp and delicate in his arms. He placed her gently on her bed, tucking her in with a tenderness that contradicted his rugged exterior. He paused to survey the disordered room, a silent testament to the chaos that had unfolded, before slipping out the window like a shadow, hurrying to catch up with the others.

On the beach, they fed, ripping into their prey with a ferocity driven by hunger and something more sinister. The fire crackled and hissed as they threw the remnants into the voracious flames, with the smell of blood and smoke blending into the night air. They cleansed themselves in the cold, merciless ocean, its waters erasing the traces of their banquet.

As the fiery glow of dawn spread across the horizon, they mounted their bikes and sped toward Hudson's Bluff, the wind whipping through their blood-stained hair. They would slumber through the day, the darkness of their sinister acts haunting their victims, only to awaken and repeat the cycle once more.