For a few split seconds after waking up, I had forgotten where I was. All I remembered that Party was still right next to me, his hazel eyes wide open.
"Morning, sunshine." He smiled at me when I had started to regain my knowledge of our new surroundings.
"Well, it's actually eleven at night. Everyone else is awake."
I slowly sat up in our shared bed.
"Why aren't they asleep?" I scratched my messy black hair.
"They're like opossums, all of 'em. I don't know why, but they do everything at night."
As if on cue, a few loud voices walked by the outside of the house, chattering away.
"So, were you like a secret agent or something?" A girls voice asked.
"If that sounds hotter, then yes. I was a secret agent." Ghoul boasted, causing two girls to giggle flirtatiously.
"Oh good god." Party rolled his eyes.
I was still very tired, but I also felt very eager to explore the new population.
"Why are you just lying there? Let's go do some shit!" I hopped out of bed, quickly running my fingers through my hair. Party yawned as he stood up, not even caring about his own appearance as I dragged him out of the room.
The streets were alive with new people. People with normal hair, normal clothes and normal friends. A group of boys chattered away at a picnic table over by a basketball court, where three kids tossed a basketball around. A girl and her boyfriend were polishing giant black guns, smiling at each other while they worked.
Yes, perfectly average.
"Hey! Freia!"
Linnea hurried over to Party and I, her attitude much better than it had been previously.
"Saida wants to meet you, c'mon!" She lead us down the block. A few passers-by gave us a small wave or a smile. They were so friendly, I loved it. A massive house at the end of the street appeared to be having a massive party. I knew that I'd probably find Ghoul there later tonight. We walked up to a smaller house. It was the only house that didn't look like it would fall over at any second. Party and I held hands as we walked up the cement steps. Linnea gave a polite knock at the door, and a few moments later, it swung open.
An older woman, but not too old, stood in the doorway. She wore a white blouse and black dress pants, and a dark purple hijab over her head. She gave us a warm smile when she saw us.
"You must be Michael and Freia. Please, come in." She held the door for us.
"Thank you, Linnea. Tell your sister I said hello." Saida dismissed the little girl, who bolted from the house and down the street.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both. We haven't had newcomers in forever." She lead us to a tidy living room, gesturing towards a red velvet couch.
"Why's that?" Party asked, sitting down on the fancy cushions.
"Usually, they end up dead." Saida let out a small laugh as she made herself comfortable on a leather chair across from her couch. Me and Party exchanged a glance of concern before turning back to her.
"It's a good thing that Amsterdam and his crew found you. It would be such a shame to have you guys run into another group." Saida leaned back into the black leather.
"Wait, there are others?" I widened my eyes.
"Unfortunately. They're not pleasant people, and I'd advise you to stay far, far away from them." She warned, her eyes narrowing. Saida's chilling expression soon turned back into a kind smile.
"So, tell me about yourselves." She put her tanned hands on her lap.
"Well, I'm an ex marine. She's a musician. Us and the rest of our group lived out in a tiny abandoned town close to California." Party explained.
"California? Have you ever run into any Killjoys?" Saida tilted her head.
"No, but we've heard about them." I lied quickly.
"Interesting bunch. We've had our fare share of problems with those outlaws." Saida pursed her lips.
'I was never informed of any problems...'
"Anyways, I won't keep you two for long. I'm sure you two are eager to get out there and explore the city. Just stay away from the North End. Also, bring a weapon. They're pretty docile at night, but it's nice to feel safe at least." She gave us one last grin, ushering us to the front door.
"Hold on, what's docile?" Party asked.
"Don't worry about it. Have a nice night!" Saida waved, shutting her door.
"What the actual fuck?" I stared up at party in concern.
"I have no idea." He glanced back at the door before hurrying down the cement steps. Together, we made our way back to Amsterdam's house, still feeling an eerie uneasiness. I wanted desperately to venture into the city center, but for the first time in forever, I actually felt scared.
What was hiding in there?
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"P-please sir. Don't do this." A young girl rested on her knees on the concrete floor, gripping onto a man's black jacket. There were tears in her eyes, and blood caking her neck.
"Be quiet, Hera. I don't like whining." The man gave her a sharp slap across the face, causing her to sob in pain. The impact of his hand against her cheek sent an echo through the old abandoned warehouse they were in. It was dark, but he was able to make out the trembling girl's figure.
"Three times, you've let one of them go. I don't have time for failure." He spat. Hera recoiled in fear as he pulled out a black handgun, pointing it at her forehead.
"Theo, I've known you since I was a child. You don't have to do this." She begged, making one last attempt to save her life.
"It's a pity to kill such a pretty face." Theo laughed coldly, clutching his strong hands around Hera's jaw. She opened her mouth to scream, only to be stopped by the sound of a bullet piercing her skull. Hera crumpled to the floor, blood soaking into her ginger hair. Theo spat at the floor, flicking up the collar of his black leather jacket.
It was true. Hera and him grew up together. They were probably closer than any one of his friend.
He wasn't sorry for murdering her.
The metal doors of the warehouse swung open, and a man's timid voice spoke.
"Um, sir, we've picked up surveillance of a man and a woman. They came from California." The tiny man told Theo. A smirk crept up on his face when he heard the news.
"Killjoys?" He asked, keeping his back to the new man.
"Yes, sir. Most likely." He nodded shakily.
"Bring them to me. I'd like to have a little chat." He ordered. The man hurried out of the warehouse, too scared to take notice of the dead girl on the floor.
Even if he did notice, he should be used to it by now.
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Without a Whisper //Danger Days//
Fanfiction(Book #3 of the Danger Trilogies) ::COMPLETED:: "When they poured across the border, I was cautioned to surrender, this I could not do. I took my gun and vanished. I have changed my name so often, I've lost my wife and children, but I have many frie...
