Murder is a one way street.

This is the beginning: 1

*Andy's POV*
Moving Uni yet again was a minor inconvenience yes as the more we move the more people we meet but the less time we have to understand and get to know a place.

My friends and band mates, Jinxx, Ashley, Jake, CC are there the whole time which makes the whole thing easier.

But it's not just the band, I fight too. Streetfighting. I just find release in my struggles when fighting, it's the same with music, it means I can relax and just enjoy the moment.

Jinxx, on the other hand, finds release in Graffiti. With his finger on the nib, aching with the pressure to keep the paint flowing, he dances against a wall. Creativity radiating off him, as this surreal image is etched on to a unsuspecting wall, giving it new meaning.

Having arrived in our next temporary home, I walk through the small house, each man their own bedroom and en-suite bathroom, passing the kitchen that will likely not remain as pristine as its current state.

Unpacked and lying in bed staring at the black ceiling waiting for a obscenity to obstruct the silence, my thoughts cluster and start to drown me under before I here yelling, loud and clear, bouncing around the cardboard resembling walls.

"We need to wake Andy up you dickfish!" CC yells.

"You do it titweed!" Ashley yells back.

"What? but your closer!" And this is my mornings. Not silent and tranquille as a man might want to relax and remain unfazed. No but a group of guys screamung insults to each about waking me up.

"Neither of you need too, I'm already awake!" I hollar over their bickering.

They both turn and look at me sheepishly before smiling.

"I am up. Now what the hell are you two doing?" I ask them confused as to why they felt the need to engage with me at 9:36am.

"Well... Jake told me to tell Ashley to come with me to wake you up and then he started saying how I should be able to do it on my own and then I yelled about doing it together and he yelled back and then you came out." CC states.

In all honestly, the mornings are my weakness. Waking up requires you leaving your fantasies where everything is perfect and your entirely in control. To enter reality, all the possibilities are dragged away from you as you claw for more and are told to grow up and live.

"And now I'm here so, I'm going to get dressed, I shall see you in 10 minutes."

I shut the door and walk to the shower. I turn it onto the coldest setting and just stand underneath for 5 minutes. The icy cold burning my skin but I don't feel it I'm used to it. The cocoon of ice concealing my skin elevates my spirits and allows me the energy to survive the day. Frigid and peaceful, I step out and dry off before momentarily checking my piercings and hair.

Not wasting time I grab a black tank top, ripped skinny jeans, a batman jumper and black vans.

I walk down stairs to be faced with Ashley on top of CC with Jinxx and Jake trying to pull them apart.

My band mates and friends everybody.

*Rogue's POV*
University. A place for adults to learn and experience the things they need for a great income that is put forward to fund their big happy families when they are ready. Not I. I am a man who goes to University because of legal reasons that I am not going into too.
The bases of it being a large fight.

Blaze is my second in command. His eccentricly aggressive is activated on fury but he only dishes out full platters to those who deserve it.

Smudgy is next. Sounds like a name for a cat, we all know. But peoole misunderestimate her she is an amzing weapon battlist but also exceptional hand to hand combatist.

There's also Jacobi, who joined our group after the others but fit in well as his intellect and humour never fails to amaze people. The silent but deadly type would be an understatement.

Lastly Veela, her name is like her beauty, outstanding. Every breathing thing with emotions is attracked to her, the flick of her enough to send them bizarre. Though innocent looking, you must not be deceived as her fist is a bullet waiting for its target.

But at the end of it all, we're all the same. Lethal and abandoned. Reckless but intelligent. Playing our games under the authorities nose. Jail is not a particularly regular occurance though admittedly we have all been in one way or another.

Learning is a nessesity people think sending us to Uni was a punishment but actually it was reward. Since we were without the funds to accommodate the price we couldn't go but now we yearn to learn and plot and plan. To thrive knowing we're exceeding expectation.

Each piece of knowledge helps us understand, and though it may not be a good thing we use it for we can't stop it, you don't choose the life. It chooses you.

All of us are currently up it's 5:30am and we are out on the streets dealing drugs. Yes, drugs. We play the role of the bad boys well but in reality the term frustrates us as we only sell because otherwise our stomachs would hardly ever contain food.

People have their assumptions and their rumours. Ones consisting of "I heard they killed a man." "They sell drugs for the reputation." "They fight alot, so I was told."

They are right in some places. Killed a man? Not just one. Drugs? Every morning though not for the rep Fighting? Most evenings and not just people but for their lives is an often one.

People never understand the 'bad boys' but that's the thing we're not just bad boys. We are just us. And us is different to you and worse then you so you label us. 'The bad boys'

And that is not correct.
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Hey so this is a new story that I had an idea from and started this I hope you enjoyed the first chapter.
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