wild world [bastille fanfiction]

WWCOMMS .002 // A Bastille Company

Mr. Crews comes in the room where Laureline is just still cluelessly standing in. "I would of thought you would be out of that door fast? What are you still doing in here, Reynolds?" What am I still in here for anyway? Laureline questions herself before holding her head.

"I thought Mr. Smith was coming back." Mr. Crews looks at her and nods his head.

"Follow me-" he pauses as Laureline goes to ask an question. Mr. Crews turns around shaking his head with a face full of disapproval.

"Do not ask me any questions till we get to a secure area." I just wanted to fucking know where the toilets were so I can change my tampon for fuck sakes. Laureline nods her head once again and follows Mr. Crews to a room where he has to enter an code to get in it.

"My apologies for asking Mr. Crews but...what exactly is in this...dark room?" Is he a pervert? Is he gonna rape me? Laureline quick fires questions without answers to herself as Mark shakes his head pointing to the tunnel that goes directly down, it's pitch black.

"Hurry up and get in, just go straight down." He says slightly pushing Laureline down the stairs before shutting the door on her.

Laureline nervously grabs her bag and get's out her phone which is ran by Wild World Communications. "Come on." She demands with a hiss tapping her phone screen several times only to see static and the Wild World Communications logo fading. In a place where you would actually suspect the technically to work at it's best. It doesn't even work at the Communications tower. Since she has no light she keeps ahold of her phone to throw if something jumps out on her.

One step at a time and only relying on the cold silver hand pole she manages to guide herself down the steep staircase; until she get's to the ground where she see's a door shape with the cracks of the door glowing with golden light from the inside.

Laureline nears the door gripping her phone and bracing herself for ambush. When she get's to the door she puts her clammy hand around the cold door knob and pushes it open only to gasp with what she see's next. "Laureline!" Daniel who sits next to three other men shouts over to her, over the really loud music blaring out of speakers.

She immediately puts her hands over her eyes shaking her head. "Will! Turn off the music for one minute!" He demands to his friend William Farquarson who is also one of the four horsemen who run the Bastille Company.

Will has grey eyes narrow eyes, short chestnut brown hair and is fairly slim but seems to show more muscle outlining than the other people in the room. Laureline looks at Will as he stands up and hugs her awkwardly. Laureline pushes him off of her shaking her head. "You all have a suicide wish. Music, drinking, out of uniform when it is still working hours." They all look at her and laugh shaking there heads.

"Your are the only person who is like us. Admittedly it will take some time getting used to and all but...you can drop the act. And if your worrying about it. This room has a electromagnetic pulse barrier around it where it cuts off every single Wild World Communications devices. Your phone is static isn't it?" Laureline stands in shock nodding her head with her mouth hung wide open.

"The only technology that came come through here is really old phones before Wild World Communications was invented." They know there fucking shit. My gut is telling me to run but my brain is telling myself to stay put and listen to exactly why they are doing this. Laureline then puts both of her hands on her waist and purses her lips tightly together nodding her head and embracing an actual normal human environment.

"You must be so confused. Like I fucking helped create it and I am so confused." The tallest man at the back, Kyle Jonathan Simmons, says. He is a ducking giant compared to the smallest guy with the long light brown hair. He has big cartoon brown eyes that look like they are easy to draw. He looks alert and Wilde away, again he is extremely slim and has dark brown hair and a long dark brown beard. Laureline looks at people's features so she can try and draw her memories incase Wild World Communications finds out a way to 'brainwash' the whole of Britain.