Street Rats

Name of Arabian Moons

After everyone took at least three sips of the contaminated soup no one stopped vomiting for about six hours. That was the least we had ever had a Vomit Party. Me and the guy's goal is to find road kill or something else that is more human stomach proof, less posion, and less time shitty Vomit Parties). But for now its road killed milik and jenatry ( two small aliens, totally diffrent species, both have no genders).

I was the secound to last to stop the Vomit Party. "New record, awesome!!!"

Scot spit is last ounce of some of the lunch from two days ago." Yeah! Now who looks like a wimp!"

We all appauded and brutally slapped his back. He smiled and flinched to try to ease away the pain put on his back. It'll be me next time, you'll see...

"Hey, so, really I want to know what are we going to do with the rubbies over there." Bennie deep voice stirred.

We all looked over at the half covered rubbies glitted in low light of the anceint gasoline lamps imported from what was salvaged Earth II. We try to think of things to use the "reds" for, the boys and I didn't have too good of ideas, that wouldn't get us caught or killed. It was a massacre of butchered ideas and mayhem of putting down ideas. Another wrestle mania slithered its way up into the secret bunker we lived in. I whislted with my pinkies again and they immedeantly stopped.

"If you keep acting like this I'll throw the rubies down the trash shoot and the elderly can have their riches instead of us!!! DO YOU REALLY WANT THAT????!!!!" I yelled at them as I held the sack of red shinies standing on top of the table where we "ate".

They straightened up and looked straight at the door....

The door creaked open, everyone scrambled but me. "Hello? Is anyone in here?"

Holy shit! Someone found our hideout! It, he , she or both, might tell about the Bunker! I need to do something!!!

I stood there frozen until I got the courage to draw my knife. I knocked the lamps off the table, only but one light shown in the pitch black of the Bunker. I hopped down and tied the rubbies to my tattered belt. With the knife sticky in my palm pressured on my right thigh. I walked up to it.

"What do you want...." I strangled my vocal cords until they gave in to a abnormally deep voice.

"I'm looking for someting... Um... And I know you have them..." Studdered the voice as sweet as prehistoric honey.

Oh man its on to me...

"I don't know what you're talking -"

"Oh shut it and give me the fucking rubbies already!" It demanded. " Their mi....uh...someone else's and you stole them! Now order of.... er.... give'em back NOW."

I took the only light in the room and shown where it was talking to me. A girl (I think) of year 16 was revealed in the dim light. She wore rags covering her entire body, a hood that draped over her eye where you can't see them and bagged covery over her face so that you could barely see her eyes in this light.

"You're just a girl and finder keepers... so HA!!!" My deep voice faded away.

"I have a name..." I could tell she immediantly regretted saying that sentece. I smirked

Three rules on the street.

1.Never EVER tell your true identity or even mention you have a name. If someone has a name to a face you got big trouble coming your way or you could be add to The Dark Web (which is a death wish).

2.Cover up at all times when meeting a "special" person in person.

3. You're only in trouble if you get caught!

"What's you're name then, tell me..." I crossed my arms.

"Uh...Badroulbadour...."

"What"

" They call me Roul... better? Now hand me the rubbies" She said putting out her hand.

"Its still a no... but... Alex...nice to meet you????" I shook her extended hand.

She looked at me puzzeled and wiped her hand on the clothes she was wearing making that part where she brushed her hand turned ivroy black.

"Now... waver on the rubbies - "

"NO!!! No waver! Give them" She lunged for the sack.

I jumped back. She fell flat on her face,I sat on her back. Then grabbed her chin with the scarf around it, found the middle of her neck place the knife everso gentlly scrapped the knife against her neck. Finally pulling her head toward her back.

"Now listen..."