I camped out in the hideout alone. Miguel had left. He looked uncomfortable with the day nearing. "I shouldn't be allowed here to begin with, and you shouldn't too," he said as he climbed back up to the surface, "don't make yourself look like a fool."
There were snacks to fill me in. Dusty kept me accompanied. The little cat laid next to me as I sat down near the corner of the wide spaced room. I thought about what Miguel had told me. About the control a parent could have.
It sounded like Rikkun's words. She had said almost the same thing before. Rikkun acted like she hated parents, but she acted more of a parent.He hated his mom. I could tell right off the bat. He told me his mom ruined every relationship. And told me I was heading the same fate.
Depression.
Overweight.
And maybe even suicide.
Miguel never showed any of those though. It scared me. He could be right..What if my fate had already started?
Dusty skits off somewhere.
I heard tumbles and steps. Thumps and thuds.
"Man, this meeting better be good!"
"Hell yeah, we need a better motive ever since Scorpions were dicks to us!"
"What about Lions? They were nice-"
"Nice enough to make fun of our group! Yeah right. Remember what sec-"
"We're not allowed to say her tag. Lone Wolf are meant to be anonymous. Rule 22."I heard voices lingering. I crawl and hid underneath a small opening in the wall.
"I miss her. She saved my life. I almost fell off onto the road."
"The 28th last meeting was great! We got to see the smoke start to look like her. That's talent!"
"Maybe she used her witchy magic?" That voice sounded irritated.A loud slammed scared me. The group silent themselves and stood tall. I take a small look. A tall man wore a black mask. "I want you all to look your finest. Elegant as the Cats. Majestic as us Wolves. We will do our thing, then we shall have the Blood Moon. Am I clear?"
The group nod their heads.
"I said, am I clear?"
The group howler in a howl. "Good. Now paint your colors on. Tonight, the spirit dances." The man says as he walks to the metal door and leaves.The group paint their faces with white, gray, and red marks and symbols. Swirls and dots. They added a dark blue of lines. They leave.
Maybe I could to the same. Maybe I won't be caught like that. I crawl out and go to the mess of paint.
Red on my forehead, a line, circle, and line. Two blue lines on my cheek bones. White dots on nose and chin. Gray on the tip of my nose. Dusty meows at me.
"I look like a freak, I know."
She meows once more, "Meow to you too." I say as I walk to leave.There were alot of people all sitting in rows huddled together. Their leaders in front of their own Clan. Orange and red colors. Pink and blue. Each Clan had their colors..
I spot the Wolf Clan and sit next to a person. The leaders wore their animal masks.
The one in the black mask wore a black wolf mask.
One wore a lion mask.
Elephant mask.
So many of them.The one in wolf spoke first, "Greetings members and leaders. Tonight, a special night, however lets get down." He looks over to the lion one. "Course. We've been notified by the uppers that some of us in our clans have been attacking others without acceptance and date.."
"This is unlike the fight club, hide it," the elephant said, "We want nothing with them and people. You chose to be here, and we can chose your punishment. You want fights. Hyenas can make you a punishment.."I felt a nudge. I look to see a wolf member looking at me, " Are you in for the meeting, dance, or spirit?"
"Spirit?" I said unsure. He looks at me in wonder, "Yeah. They were saying that the spirit was gonna dance with someone. Who do you think?"
I puffed out, "No clue."
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15 Reasons Why | "You Could Save Her?"
Teen Fictiona story to my friend | ? ❤ summary Heh, do I really have to place an introduction? The name's. Rikkun. Larrson. And trust me, you must've heard my name at lest once in your life. And it's cool. Why? Because you've played a "big" role in my life. So...