"'A secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful'" The teenager muttered as he scanned through a dictionary, staring intently, with a disbelieving look on his face, "The definition of a conspiracy, that's the shit that we're a part of now." He looked up, his hair falling over his left eye, hair as black as night and as smooth as silk. The 17 year old snapped the book shut and proceeded to stand up, eyeing the crimson haired girl on the broken couch for the first time all evening. The teenagers lived in a small makeshift house in the outskirts of town, hidden from any civilisation. Their home had a small living room and a bedroom, Rane stayed in the living room after a dispute between the two. Rane lightly gripped his deep black hoodie, which clung to his dark, slightly ripper shirt - which in turn had several rips across his chest. His black denim jeans hung comfortably around his waist, resting lightly on his black runners. "Rane, honestly, you're taking this too far, don't you think?" the girl questioned the boy, her leaf green eyes seeming to sparkle at him. Rane simply smirked and stretched, yawning lightly, "I don't take anything too far - only as far as it needs to be taken."
The red haired girl snickered, it was the third time she'd heard him say it that day, he was losing credibility, fast. The girl's name was Melissa, she was the same age as Rane and was just as rebellious as he was. Melissa wore a beige tank top, complimented with her camouflage pants, leather fingerless gloves and combat boots. Her dark red hair was short and barely reached her neck, with several strands falling over her eyes. The two had known each other for years, and had shared experience after experience together - namely recently escaping their homes and taking refuge in the outskirts of town. "Whatever you say, emo." Rane's smirk disappeared as he registered what his friend had just said. The boy closed his eyes and sighed, as he proceeded to stand up and straighten his black hoddie - ripped from the shoulders down. Without warning, Rane leapt towards Melissa with a playful grin on his face, despite the girl being several metres away from him.
Rane barrelled towards her, as the red haired teenager simply sidestepped to her left and stuck her foot out - just in time for Rane to charge forward to trip over her outstretched foot. Rane seemingly flew through the air and fell flat on his face several metres forward. Melissa acted fast, and knelt down on his back, digging her knees into his ribs and restraining him with his arms behind his back. The dark clothed boy struggled to no avail has Melissa laughed at his weak attempts at breaking free from her hold. "Now, apologize for doing such a thing, boy!" Rane moved his head slightly to the right to look her menacingly in the eyes, "Bite me, bitch! What makes you think-" he was cut off as Melissa dug her knees into his ribs with more force, causing Rane to jump slightly and curse under his breath. "Son of a... Fine! I'm sorry!" he said out of desperation, he was sick of being the underdog in this situation.
"Good enough. Now, apologize for having such bad fashion sense." The blood red haired girl demanded with an evil look and grin on her face, she was enjoying this. "W-what?!" Rane appeared shocked, the strange demand caught him off guard. "You're wearing jeans with runners, now apologize!" Melissa laughed, digging her knees into the boy's ribs yet again. "I- God damn you..." Rane felt defeated, he just wanted to move again, "I'm so sorry for having such a bad 'fashion' sense, now let me go!" He almost shouted this, as he vainly struggled to be free of the girl's grip, "Nuh uh. Still not enough... Next, I want you to apologize for-" the teenager was interrupted by a knock on the weak wooden door at the front of their shack. She looked down at the submissive male below her, still grimacing with pain. "I'll let you off this time, but don't expect me to let you go so easily on you next time." Melissa smiled with a seemingly innocent smile at Rane as she let him go and stood up, allowing Rane to breathe in relief and stretch his aching limbs. Melissa left Rane cursing on the ground, attempting to stand up as she made her way to the door, yawning lightly. The knocking on the door continued even as Melissa placed her hand on the rusting knob and turned it. "Alright, alright! Shut up already!" The red-head muttered as she pulled the door towards her to view the visitor.
Melissa was greeted by a man in a white suit, complete with a white fedora and aviators, nullifying him of any physical humanity. He stood tall, and looked down slightly to Melissa as he cleared his throat and straightened himself. "Melissa Fornheart?" He asked in a formal tone, without averting his gaze. Melissa felt relatively uncomfortable as the man intently stared at her, awaiting her answer, she hid it as best she could. "Yeah... That's me. What do you want?" She asked as bravely as she could muster. *What the hell is with this guy?* Melissa thought to herself, as she eyed the man, attempting to secure a look beneath his glasses. "You've been instructed to be brought upon the Supreme Court of Justice, having been charged with terrorism of the fifth degree, code AO18." The man said without missing a beat, retaining his gaze at the teenager. Melissa physically recoiled at the sudden hit of information, as if she took a punch to the gut.
