Roaming Free

Vegeance

A/N: what's up y'all! Summer is very very soon! Which means updates will be much more often :) thx for sticking with this. I promise you this story will be interesting.
Hope you enjoy this chapter! Also just a quick question.. Did I ever say how tall the boys were?

-Lindsey :)

P.S. I'd really appreciate it if you guys would please comment what you think? It would just help me know what you like and what you want to see more of and yeah... feedbacks good :) THANKS

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Sunlight poured in through the old wooden shutters of Luke's bedroom as the morning sun steadily crept upon the horizon. The seemingly never-ending heat of the city making its reappearance as well. The murderer shifted a bit in his sleep, content to have his mastermind in his arms. The fingers of his left hand were subconsciously threading themselves through the red-haired boy's soft locks while his right arm was gripping Michaels waist firmly . Michael was comfortably squeezed between Luke's firm chest and strong arms. His head was tucked under Luke's chin and his arms were softly resting against his chest. Michaels legs were wrapped around Luke's. They were two screwed up jigsaw pieces, but they fit together perfectly. So did Calum and Ashton. Together, the four of them completed the puzzle.

On the other side of the hallway, Ashton wakes up in Calum's room to find the bed messy. He immediately notices the absence of the body behind him and quickly sits up. He sees that Calum's black bed sheets were wrinkled and strewn about around him. His eyes scattered around the walls of the room, silently counting the amount of holes punched in the wall to see if there were any new ones. When he counted it last week, the number was about sixty something. They have to have somebody (a criminal of course) come in once every month to fill in the holes Calum punched in the wall. Now there was 72. Ashton sighs as he sluggishly begins to push himself out of the bed. As soon as his feet hit the hard carpeted floor,  he pulls  on his black skinny jeans. He then walks into Calum's closet and takes one of his hoodies and pulls it over his head. Ashton then makes his way out of Calum's room and into his own to grab a gun before strapping it onto his back and climbing out the window. He then continues to climb up the side of the abandoned apartment until he steps onto the rooftop. The scarred  boy walked across the roof and hopped on to the next, beginning his scout for potential victims.

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Calum feels the familiar boiling of anger inside of him as he walks through the brick alleyway that lead to his destination. He was wearing a random pair of vans, a black hoodie, and black basketball shorts. He pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head before letting his hand scrape along the brick wall as he makes his way.
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There is a lot more to the thief than what is commonly known. Calum is a street fighter. He got involved with it when he was 15. Calum  also has an insane amount of uncontrollable rage. The only people who aren't subject to it are Ashton, Michael, Luke and his sister. But the rage didn't come into play until 2 months after he started getting into fighting. The reason that Calum actually began street fighting actually was because in the beginning stages of his thievery he wasn't able to get away clean, his work was sloppy. People would catch him and try to beat him up. Calum was a scrawny 15 year old at the time, but he was never a weak guy. He could usually get a couple of punches in. He didn't really get fully into the actual underground fighting until his mother died. He never lost a fight after that.

Growing up, Calum's family was dirt poor. They lived in a tiny one roomed 'house'. He and his sister would switch who slept on the couch and who slept on the floor. They had no one to help them. Society wouldn't even look their way. Yeah the whole 'oh we always will help the poor and needy' thing, it didn't happen for Calum's family. Not a single human being made an effort. That was the subtle birth of his hatred for others. It was obvious the family couldn't afford much. He could see everyone turn their nose up at him whenever he walked  through the city. That made the small boy very angry. Calum started stealing at 11 years old so that he could provide some food for his family. Fuck society and morals, they were in dire need of the basic essentials of life.  At first, It was only stealing food. Then, for the next three years Calum learned the tricks of the trade like how to get past the Feds, alarms, and he even began to come up with his own. It wasn't until he was 15 that he actually started  going for bigger game.