The Lost Boys (complete)

chapter one

You were walking down the street of your home city, New York, heading home. You'd just come from a friend's party and were a little drunk, stumbling along the sidewalk. Your thin jacked wasn't covering you from the cold night breeze that turned the blocks of buildings into wind tunnels.

Suddenly, across the street behind the corner you saw a tall boy with his mouth and nose covered up with a scarf, point a gun at someone in front of him. It wasn't unusual for your neighbourhood to have gang fights, but you'd never seen anyone die, and weren't about to cross that off the list of things you never wanted to see. You hid in an ally on the street and observed the situation. He was waving the gun around like a toy and laughing at the boy before him. Then he pressed the gun between his eyes and pulled the trigger. It was the loudest noise you'd ever witnessed, it made your ears ring and made you want to throw up even more than before.

The boy with the gun signalled someone else and they began dragging the body away. He didn't seem too upset about having just killed someone and it was disturbing to you.

He glanced up and saw you lean against the alley and his eyes widened. He was wearing the scarf over his mouth and a hood over his head so you couldn't see his face at all. He glanced at the street and crossed it, walking toward you, gun in hand. You panicked, tried to run away in your heels, but the boy got to you before you could react in that state.

"Look at this", he said and smiled. "What do we have here?" You swallowed and he looked at you from head to toe, not holding back.

"I'm not going to tell anyone, I promise, just – let me go", you begged but he gave a smirk.

"I can't do that, love", he said, faking apologetics and you took a deep breath in. "You're coming with us."