Punked Up

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November 28th

Cals Pov:

"Simon, are you aware that this is going to be the fifth person we've kidnapped" Simon shrugged as I followed him shifting through tables of a restaurants outside add on. I raked my hand through my red tinted hair.

"Its not like its twenty" He said before placing the duffle bag he's been carrying on the ground. When I looked to it I noticed a knife had ripped the side of the bag which left a whole for the rest of the contents to spill out.

"Simon!" I bent down feeling the wet ground dampen my jeans from the rain. "Shit!We can't go around town with an exposed arsenal!"

"Here stay here and keep the bag closed up while I go buy a new one" Simon slid the pocket knife from his jeans knee pockets to me.

"Make sure its durable enough!" I tossed Simon £250. I leaned over further making sure none of the weapons were showing. When I looked up I noticed [Input All Your Features Here]. by They looked to me examining the bag I hid behind my fairly skinny arms. Their smile disappeared when they noticed the knife. I gulped attempting to push the knife in the bag, but in doing so the blade slid past the palm of my right hand cutting it in the process.

"Fuck!" I whispered to myself watching my blood spill onto the grey pavement. The person stopped walking watching as I held my wrist tightly to stop any pain.

"Hey, do you need like a band-aid or something?" I looked to them questioning how exactly something of that size would aid a wound this large. They blinked. "Im sorry. I don't know what I was thinking" They walked up to me. I moved back not wanting them to see my face just incase they had seen Simon and I on the news. When I hit the edge of the sidewalk the knife fell completely out of the bag alone with a small pistol. The person didn't notice until the top of a grenade fell out. Their calm expression quickly disappeared as they slowly stopped moving closer to me, their eyes on the pistol.

"Uhm, these are just-" I began.

"What the fuck is that" They began backing up. My mouth fell open slowly thinking of what to say as I gripped my wrist. My head was completely empty.

"Hey, I see you've met my boy Callum" Simons voice appeared behind them. They turned to him slowly looking directly into his eyes.

"This guys has a gun! Call the police!" They spoke frantically. Their voice was already shaking.

"Aw, I can't do that hun, it would ruin my mission" Simon smirked putting a gun to the persons chest. Their forehead wrinkled into an ark looking to both his eyes. "Come on Callum, Ive got the bag. We can switch it out in the van" Simon nudged the gun deeper into the persons chest telling her to walk back.

"Oh come on Simon, can't we let this one go" I whined. I hated dragging innocent people into my fucked up world, even though most of the time it was Simon who pushed them into it. Simon shook his head guiding the person with the gun hidden between them.

"They've already seen too much. And also, what the hell happened? You're bleeding everywhere" He glanced to my knife wound I made myself. I ignored him walking up to the white van we used as our get away car. The thing about this van is that it looks old and run down and has more milage than a professional drifters ride, but the engine in this thing is like no other. We didn't spend fuck all on the car, but the engine cost more than my life, as Simon would often remind me of that when I would nearly run it into things. I opened the door for the [Your Gender] and waited for them to step in for me to follow along in after. When Simon took the gun from their chest they're first instinct was to kick me, but luckily I moved out of the way to look for a bandage just before. I flinched removing my hand from my wrist, which now had a large red mark on it. I dropped to my knees and leaned over to a front seat. Bandages and ropes rested on it. Right as I reached out I felt a foot ram into my gut. I grunted hearing Simon come in for the [Your Gender]. I held my stomach in pain waiting for Simon to fully restrain them. I reached for the rope quickly. Simon held their wrists as I carefully wrapped it around their tightly making sure not to hit my open wound. Accidentally a drop of my blood fell to the persons thighs. They were wearing ripped jeans.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! AHHHWWW- What The Fuck Just Dripped On Me? Acid!?" They screeched.

"Your not too far off" Simon said casually. It be one thing if Simons blood got on their skin, but my blood? Im surprised it only reached the dermis.

I knotted the rope tightly. Simon tugged a bit on the tail of the rope checking my handy work before sitting in the front seat. I reached over into my seat for bandages. Looking over to the [Your Gender] I noticed tears fighting to come out. Their facial expression however was blank. They didn't want to admit they were scared, but I could tell. I wanted to say something. I wanted to say I was sorry. I slowly placed tape over their mouth. I couldn't look them in the eyes. I was ashamed.

For the rest of the ride they sat, waiting for something to happen. Something to pause, end, or delay this unfortunate turn of events. They watched the road still as a rock. I think they thought if they moved I would punish them or something. I rested my head against the door of the van waiting to get home. I call it home but its honestly far from an actual home. The walls have eroded down, the floor tiles completely cracked. Four rooms. One bathroom. Three bedrooms and a "living room" type area with one wooden table in the middle. Its possibly the only nice thing in the entire one floored installation. The living room is in the center, all rooms connected to it, none connected to each other. The "guest" room next to the front door. Simons room is on the left of the front door. Josh and I's to the right of Simons. And the bathroom is completely opposite of Simons room. Its small, boarded up to hide everything that takes place inside of it...and cold. Extremely. But we arent effected by it. Guests however, barely make it the first night.

Oh yeah and food, I almost forgot about food, a priority to any human life on the entire planet. We don't have any. We don't need it, just like we don't need warmth. Most things the average human needs we dont need. But...love, we act like we don't need love, but inside... the main reason were screwed in the head is because we lack it too much. Simon refuses to admit it. But, every time he snatches someone off the streets I think its because he's worried he's forgotten how to love. Not like anyone loved him before any of this happened. Maybe Simon lost love for himself. He's just a shell with basic senses and wants. Power would be at the top. Thats why Im here too, because Simon wanted power, he wanted something more.

A/N: Ok. So... If you like this new version of the story, let me know. If you want the old Version of Punked up back, let me know. I have the rest of the story saved but the first chapter will forever be changed cuz i deleted it by accident. I hope you choose this version because it will explain a lot more and hopefully be more organized. However if you do choose the other version im fine with that. Thanks for your support🖤