Dreamers

Horrible Prank Gone Terribly Wrong

She'd chosen a home with lax security for a reason, despite the high-class luxury she could be living in. Sneaking out was easier this way. Lisa would much rather disconnect a few cameras then sneak past high-end security, gates, and whatever her neighbors had. Especially with the amount she snuck out. She wasn't one for following rules, certainly not rules that kept her within city grounds. If she went the legal way and used her identification to get out of her condo than she would most certainly not be going anywhere. She's run enough that they would catch on.

Lisa tossed her bag in the passenger seat as she slid behind the wheel of her treasured camaro. She sunk into the leather seat and her shoulders relaxed. This, of all places, was certainly where she felt most at home. Not in her condo where she was surveilled around the clock, not with her family where her lies gave her anxiety, and not in town where her lies made her fake. No, her life- the life where she truly lived- was beyond the boundaries of the city. It was near the fringe where a rogue group of her own kind came and went. It was the only place she could be herself and live like she wanted to live.

Because of this, her 'breakouts' where a common occurrence. Common enough that when the city guards saw her beauty, the darling black camaro, speeding towards the closed gate the guards rushed to open the gates lest they be destroyed again. Although it was against the law to let her out without identification, the cost of the repairs had drained them so far that even a lecture from their superiors couldn't change their minds. Eventually, even the boss was forced to let her pass. Anyways, in the end, she always came back.

Therefore today was treated just as any other. The gates opened just for her to pass.

Lisa didn't drop her speed even as she left the city. Exhilarated, she kept her foot on the pedal until the road turned to dirt. After a few miles, she began to slow. The stretch on which she stopped didn't seem any different than the rest. On either side of her was green trees and foliage. After coming to a pause in the middle of the road she tossed the shift into reverse and began to back up. Hidden from the road leaving the town was a small atv trail only seen if one knew where to look back. Lisa backed into the curve and expertly made her way up the slope until a cabin was within her view.

The cabin was small. It had only three bedrooms along with slightly larger common areas. It was enough for the five people who knew about it. Hand made with wood and simple materials it wasn't stuffy like the evolutionary homes in the city. Instead, it was homey and comfortable. Unlike 'normal people' who were scared of a beetle, this type of open-aired place was just her style.

Lisa parked but paused as she was grabbing her duffle. She glanced at the unopened door of the cabin, than back at the bag and smiled. She knew she was about to do something terrible but it was already too late for her poor, dear friends inside as the idea had already struck her.

She pulled a small, palm sized gun from her luggage and took a stance in between her beauty and the cabin. After she was in place she pointed the gun at the sky and fired. The machine gun-like shots that followed made the people inside stiffen.

"This is the Bracken City Patrol! Come out with your hands up! After processing, you will be required to register this building! I repeat, come out without intent to fight back and no one will get-!" Lisa called out in a loud, deep voice.

She imitated the speech her city, the place she'd just come from, might say if the existence of the cabin was actually found out. She'd even 'smartly' used a registered gun used in their ranks. One she'd gotten after a certain achievement in her martial arts. Giving her this was a way of dragging her into their ranks in the fight against her kind. Of course, they had no idea that she was exactly one of those that they'd been hunting and tossing into prisons.

Inside the cabin home were four people. The owner and maker of the fine building sighed heavily. His hand only briefly pausing on top of the rag that he was currently using to wipe down the already perfectly clean counter. He was young for a man with his talents at 21; though his responsible aura and large stature didn't parallel his age. His sleek dark hair, devastatingly high cheekbones, and thick kissable lips made him a special type of manly beauty. His thin waist and tight toned body was a simple enticement to any who saw him. The owner's hands paused while wiping down an invisible mess that had assumably been made by the two girls encroaching on his precious palace.

The girls were sisters, twins to be exact, but disparagingly different in every way. The older sister had long, blonde, messy hair that she usually kept in a ponytail or braid to keep out of her way. She was top-heavy, which did quite the toll on her shoulders. Her big dreamy eyes were never seen without the glimmer of hidden humor beneath the light green nor was she ever seen without her famous face-parting smile. Her beauty was in her grace and good nature.

Her sister, on the other hand, was perfectly flawless when it came to appearance. Her natural beauty was found in her alluring, half closed blue eyes and fiery short red hair that seemed to do whatever she wanted it to whenever she wanted it to. Even her hourglass figure was the envy of many. The way she moved and glanced up through her thick eyelashes had fallen many men, especially at the young and ripe age of 23.

The sisters had a very different reaction than the Owner. When they heard Lisa's car drive up they hurried from the back forest and towards the house where they would soon reunite with their good friend. Though none of these people had a reaction quite as interesting as the final man in the cabin.

The shots fired from her gun had left him stiff. He was no longer able to feel the comfort and security of the couch he'd experienced moments before. Instead, his eyes grew narrow as he slowly slunk against the wall to glance out the window. Clasped in his hands was a gun similar to Lisa's own. Every sense on his body was screaming as he opened himself up for a fight.

He was obviously the only one who believed the words she'd called out as a prank.

As he glanced outside he was surprised to see only a single figure instead of the troops he'd imagined. When she began yelling he didn't even pause and pointed his gun at the enemy. He was Not going to get caught. If they couldn't get away now than he would kill himself. There was no way he was going to die in come cage like a dog, drained of everything that made him what he was. He waited until the right moment. The lone figure lowered the weapon as he ended his shots and began to yell.

With a cold glint in his eye he lowered his head as the figure spoke and pulled the trigger.