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H A D E S



H  A  D  E  S

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CHAPTER ONE.
THE BEGINNING OF THE END

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

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A DARK HAZE SET OVER THE TOWN OF RIVERDALE THAT SUMMER, THE MORNING HAD BEEN BRIEFLY COLD AWAITING FOR THE HEAT OF THE SUN.

A mysterious enigma stood at the screening box door at the drive in theatre, his dark hair was tucked away under his hoodie as the cold air of the morning began to nip at his exposed skin on his legs.
The older boy who called himself Lawson glanced around the area, it was fairly close to the Southside, a place where both sides could come and interact with each other with no trouble. Maybe the occasional brawl over who got the last red licorices pack.

He certainly missed it. He missed his trailer beside his dad's mechanic shop where his motorbike resided. Where his hands would be covered in grease and grim from fixing racing cars and bikes. The occasional bloody knuckles from illegal fighting and gang initiations. He clenched his hands making them turn a ghostly white trying to remind himself that he had to be different now.
His benefactor wasn't letting him lose on Northside just so he could mess it up with his old gang.

Jughead Jones stood in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest like the stubborn child he was, Not wanting to accept his friends help. He wasn't doing it out of pettiness but his older friend had survived and thrived on the Southside unlike him. He couldn't even live with his alcoholic gang leader he once called dad.

"Can't you just move in with me?" Lawson asked once again.

The young boy shook his head at his question he didn't want to be a bother to anyone especially to Lawson "come on Jug were Practically family! Don't be stupid, come on" he didn't like begging but he had to. The younger boy was like his little brother, they both came from messed up family's, they both had experienced neglect and heart ache from it but they had each other.

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