Fight or Flight

Chapter one

It was an average day in Serenity. Laramie was in the coffee shop, do an Aleron probably at some carnival, and John.......was somewhere. Laramie had taken notice of his absence. They hadn't fought in what must've been a week by now. It was becoming a bit unnerving. Though he seemed to be the only one who cared much, and for a good reason. John is a force to be reckoned with, yet everyone always seemed to be focused on him.

If you payed attention as Laramie would float around, you'd always hear others whispering about him and his past. Things like, "You see that fella over there? Yeah he's the one who did.....you know that thing."or "If I were you I'd stay away from him. He just brings sadness and despair wherever he goes.". Most of the time people would just aimlessly shout 'fuckup' or the most commonly heard which was 'death boy'. And boy oh boy did they love their little name calling.

These were the reasons do an Aleron was his only Mind Drifter friend. He seemed to be the only one who wouldn't pay any attention to what everyone said. It was nice to be able to chat with someone and ignore the world for a moment. Though when Laramie was in the coffee shop he was always zoned out not paying attention to a darn thing.........which is why he didn't notice the shop go silent and John slip something in his coffee.

Everyone's hatred for Laramie or fear of John kept anyone from saying anything though. So he just kept sipping his coffee. He had noticed it tasted a bit off, slightly bitter you could say, but paid no mind to it as he was still fully enjoying the caffeinated drink. That was until he noticed the numbness in his......well in his everything. The last thing he or anyone saw in that coffee shop was John and a puff of smoke.

Somewhere??????

Laramie started to wake up, not yet realizing where he was. Then again even if he was awake he would have no idea where he was. Everything was a blur from before. The last thing he remembered was his whole body going numb back in the coffee shop. He slowly sat up and put a hand to his head in some attempt to stop his throbbing headache.

"Looks like the death boy has woken up.", John chuckled "It only took you, what, 5 hours?"

"You little shit!", Laramie growled "Why I outta-"

He tried to jump out at John but realized that he was chained to the wall. The wall of...

"Oh no...... I'm in one of the ruins dungeons aren't I", Laramie thought to himself

The ruins weren't that hard to recognise. The cold stone walls, the dark winding hallways. Not to mention the skulls and bones that littered its floors. Most of them were from rats or possums that scurried around, but there were some that weren't. Those didn't have very happy stories behind them. Though I think the word dungeon is a dead give away of the things that used to happen here when the matriarchy was still intact.
John laughed at him in a mocking tone.

"Ha how predictable of you! Always going to violence for answers, but based on that look on your face I think you've figure out where you are"

Laramie sighed in defeat.

"What do you want with me this time asshole?"

John glared at him over his shoulder.

"Well I could explain my whole plan, but that would be no fun, would it?"

Laramie started lightly growling. If it wasn't so quiet it wouldn't even have been audible.

"Yeesh calm your slithery ass down,", John started "As I was saying, I'm simply just hoping that I can...exterminate whoever comes to try and save you"

"You wouldn't-"

"Oh but I would,", John smirked "I wonder who will come to your rescue. Maybe Alyssa, or Chris, or if I'm lucky," He turned to face Laramie.

"I might've let the cat out of the bag"