The Rebels are Crazy - EXO fanfiction

2. White Leather Jacket

A rough hand grabs my hair, forcing me in the fear filled faces of my parents. They are pushed onto the ground, kneeling in front of someone holding a gun.
'Why are you crying sweetheart? You've got a first row seat to see these criminals die,' the owner of the rough hand says. My mother shushes me with sweet words.
'Don't listen to him baby, you're going to be fine. Your brother is going to take care of you. Trust me, everything is going to be fine.' I close my eyes. She keeps talking and talking and talking. My father joins in. Talking and talking and talking. A gunshot. Screams. Another gunshot. Soft cries, but nothing else. Boots down the stairs, a closing door.
My eyes open slowly. My parents corpses in front of me. A bullet between their eyes.

My eyes open slowly. My sweat covered body under the covers of my old bed.
Why they left us there I will never know. Both of the parents have it and you don't shoot the children? Thanks for the everlasting trauma. Maybe that's what they were aiming for, so that we'd be scared of the government forever.
I let out a big sigh and tab twice on the window. A screen opens on it, lighting up my room. It shows me the time, weather and a calendar. With wet eyes, I look at te time. When I went to sleep it was 3:35am. Now it's 1:58am. Time traveling isn't an option, yet, so I must've slept through the day. I spread my hand, putting all five of my fingers on the screen and pull them together. My messages show and a small ray of pain goes through my body. The message I received before the last one I received is from my mother. It's a heart. A smile spreads on my face and I tab the most recent message. It's from Floyd, send at 16:36pm.
"Hey sis, you slept through the day. If I'm sleeping when you wake up, there is dinner in the fridge. Let me know if you leave the house."
I tap on the window twice again and everything closes. My room is dark again. For a few seconds I keep staring at the ceiling before clapping my hands twice, making the light go on. My feet touch the wooden floor, carrying me downstairs. In the fridge is indeed dinner. I guess Floyd got lazy. It's frozen junkfood. A small chuckle escapes my mouth as I put the stuff in the oven. The oven puts it back in it's original state and I start eating.
Gosh, this house is haunted with memories. I need to get out of here and fast. I could used a drink, maybe I'll go to that old bar downtown. Back upstairs I get dressed. Black jeans, oversized shirt with low cut sides from Joy Division which is a band that existed over a century ago, a bra under that shirt of course, black army boots and a oversized jean jacket. Under my jacket is a leather holster for my lightsaber. I know it isn't allowed in the bar I am going to, but in my situation I have to have that thing on me at all times. I pull my silver hair out of the bun it was in and quickly brush it before heading out. Shit, I need to send Floyd a message. 

'Good evening,' I say with a friendly smile to the big guy at the door.
'No lightsaber?' he asks.
'Nope,' I say, popping the p. He nods his head, telling me to go through. I quickly find myself at the bar. 'A beer please.' The bartender puts down a beer and a shot. I raise my eyebrow.
'The shot is on me,' he says with a cheeky smile.
'I appreciate the offer,' I say and grab my beer, leaving the payment for it on the bar counter as I head to another spot in the bar somewhere in the back. I mindlessly stare at a few men fooling around at the pool table. Suddenly I see the big guy at the door hold someone. He's young, younger than most of these men. White hair, white leather jacket, black jeans, black shirt going right for the bar. Hm, why did he hand over his lightsaber so easily. These things are expensive as shit. My eyes stay glued on him. He doesn't look like he's from around here. He looks like one of those rich kids from Seoul.
Our eyes meet and he throws a smile at me before calling the bartender. They both point and talk, but neither of them loud enough to hear. I could strengthen my hearing, but that would probably set off sensors that are build everywhere inside buildings. Though this is an old bar. Could be that they don't have them yet, but I won't be the one to try it and get caught.
For some reason, the stranger makes me curious. I find myself taking a seat on the bar stool next to his and bluntly ask the first question that comes to mind.
'You're not from around here, are you?' A small smile appears and disappears.
'No, I'm from Seoul. You must be from Busan. You have an accent.'
'I am and am proud to be. So what are you doing around here?' I ask.
'You're quite the curious one, aren't you?'
'Of course. If a pretty boy like you walks in, a girl is always wondering what he is doing, where he's going, where he's from,' I say. Neither of us look at each other. We just look at the wall on the other side of the bar.
'I'm here to fix some things. Ugly things. You should leave. A pretty girl like you shouldn't be caught up in ugly things,' he says, obviously satisfied with what he said.
'As you wish, but only if you tell me your name.'
'Sehun,' he says. I shake my head chuckling.
'You Seoul boys throw your names easily,' I comment. He raises an eyebrow.
'You met someone else from Seoul today?'
'Yesterday. I think he said his name was Baekhyun.' Sehun smiles.
'Baekhyun lives in Seoul, but he is from Bucheon.' I turn towards him.
'Why are the two of you so easy about sharing information with strangers?' I ask him.
'We are kind hearted.'
'You won't be if you keep doing that,' I say and stand up.
'Tell me your name,' he says.
'I'll tell you what I told your friend. Just call me baby. That way we both won't get into trouble,' I tell him and walk out.
Strange, very strange. Something is definitely going on.

A message pops up on my phone.

"GET YOUR ASS HOME RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"