You Shana Fogarty are enrolled to south side high with your older brother fangs. Your parents hated that you were a girl, you were lucky to have a brother like fangs who always came to your defense when your drunken parents came home. When fangs com...
What you are about to witness are three twisted tales connected to the tragic macabre events that befell the town of Riverdale. Known as the "Black Hood murders," they were all the more tragic because those who bore witness to these terrible things were so young. A seemingly random shooting quickly revealed itself to be the first in a series of gruesome attacks perpetrated by a hooded assailant. These latest chapters began with the discovery of a letter from the Black Hood affixed to the door of Pop Tate's Chock'Lit Shoppe. "People of Riverdale: I have rid this town of the drug-dealing child-killer and others like him. Now you must choose your fate. The next 48 hours will be a test, and I will be watching you very closely. Show me you are pure of heart and my work ends. Continue to sin, and I will take up the sword again." I look up from the letter that was placed in the mailbox, turning to walk back inside. "What's that?" Fangs asks. I hand him the letter not looking at him. He places a hand on my shoulder leading me inside closing the door. Fangs hands the letter to SweetPea since he basically lived here now. He sits up from the couch and takes the letter in his hands. "Shit," I hear him mutter under his breath.
Jughead calls Me to join him at Pop's. Fangs let me go seeming as my wound is healing. "Hey Jug What do you need?" I ask sitting down in the booth. His breath is shaky, "I-I need a favor," he begins. I pause and then nod. "What is it Jug?" I ask shifting in my seat. "My dad got in a fight with some ghoulies," he starts and I gasp, "Penny Peabody said she could help me," I cut him off, "The snake charmer?" I raise my voice angrily. "Yeah.. she's sending me on some sort of drug run... I need your help," I scoff. "Why me?" I ask. "Well your a Serpent, and I figured you'd want to help him," I sigh covering my face with my hands. "Okay your right, he's the leader of the Serpents, and rule number one is 'No Serpent stands alone" Jughead tells me it's tonight and he'll come pick me up. And with that I head home to get ready while Jughead goes to ask Archie to help as well. ———— I slip on my outfit ⬇️
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And check the time seeing 11:00 pm. After quickly peering into Fangs room to see if he was asleep I tiptoe out the door passing a sleeping SweetPea. A truck pulls up and I hop in seeing Jughead and Archie. "Hey," I mutter to them. Archie grunts in response before driving to the area. I stare at the crate about to grab part of it when Jughead stops me. "Let us do the lifting, your wound is still healing, I don't want the stitches to open." He says grabbing a side of the crate while Archie does the same. They put it in the back of the truck and we drive off again. I hear the echoes of the boys voices but other than that, I zone everything out until a bump and a Pop interrupts my meditating. I groan clutching my stomach, "Great what happened?" I ask still clutching my stomach. "You Good?" Jughead asks. I nod, "I'm fine just go see what happened." I mutter taking my hand off my stomach. They nod stepping out. As they are out of sight I lift up my shirt. Sadly the stitches were opened. I put my shirt down when I see Archie and Jughead walking back. The step in and Archie says, "Tires busted," he sighs. Luckily out of nowhere truck lights shine at us and the truck beeps loudly. We step out, I lean on one hip hiding the hand that was grasping my wound. The old man gets out. "Having some, car trouble?" He asks. "No-" Jughead was cut off by Archie, "Yeah" Jughead sighs "We need a spare, or a ride to Greendale if you can help." "Uh no spare but I'm passing through Greendale, what's in the crate?" He asks. "Pancake mix," I say as the man turns to me making me look at me feet. He turns back to Jughead. "Well I can take you but it's gonna cost you," He warns. "How much cash you got?" "18$" Jughead says quickly. "Aight only got room for one of ya though. "Me, and the crate." Jughead says causing Archie to grab him and talk to him. My open stitches distracting me from hearing them. The pain is unbearable. It felt like little needles we poking at my skin. I pace around trying to ignore it. Then all of a sudden Archie places a hand on my shoulder and I look up to see Jughead and the crate gone. "You good Shana?" He asks. "I don't know is this good?" I ask lifting up my shirt showing the open stitches. "Shana why didn't you tell us?" He yells. "Well because it just happened and I can't go anywhere anyways we're in the middle of nowhere." I growl. "I-I'm gonna call a tow truck and your brother to pick you up." He decides dialing a number and putting it to his ear. I groan angrily, "Hey Shana go and wait in the car," Archie says. I huff and drag my feet into the car. I yawn leaning against the comfortable chair. Next thing I know a hand is nudging me awake saying my name softly. I must've fallen asleep. I see Fangs and yawn tiredly. He picks me up bridal style and takes me to his truck I lean my head on his shoulder as he's carrying me. I'm placed into Fang's truck and He drives back home. When I open the door I'm greeted by an angry SweetPea. "Why did you go on some drug run with Archie and Jughead?" He asks growling. "He needed a favor, FP got in a fight with some ghoulies and asked the Snake charmer for help. Rule number one, no serpent stands alone." I finish. "Not the time Pea, she opened up her stitches." Fangs scolds. "We can lecture her after." SweetPea's expression changes and he goes to get the med kit. I lift up my shirt seeing the blood gushing from the now open wound and wince as the alcohol swab hits my skin. "Shit!" I yell shutting my eyes squeezing Fang's hand tighter. My body tenses every time the burning liquid dabs at my wound. After that SweetPea starts stitching my wound back up. "Since when did you learn how to do this?" I ask smiling. "I've had my battle scars," he says smiling. "All done" he starts putting away the Med kit supplies. Two arms pick me up and take me to my room. I turn to see Fangs. "Your going back on house arrest young lady." Fangs scolds. "Okay dad-" I tiredly hum as I'm placed on the bed. SweetPea walks in and I tense. "Hey," he mumbles. "Hi" I pat the bed, "come sit." He obeys plopping down next to me. "Why would you do that?" He asks referring to the drug run. "I did it for Jughead and his dad." I growl turning away from him. "You got hurt Shana! Why do you have to be so reckless?!" He yells infuriated. "Because that's who I am-! You can either live with that.. or just go." I yell standing up from the bed. "Why do you care anyways?" I turn to him. "Because I love you..." he blurts out. He crawls of the bed walking to me. He places a long passionate kiss on my lips. I smile, "I love you too SweetPea," He lifts me up and kisses me against the wall. This turned into a small makeout session until we took this to the bed (shut up dirty minded readers, it's not like that 😂) (Ya'll ima just not have them do the dirty like EVER just because i don't want them to. I had something before this but decided to change it bc when I re read it I thought it was so cringey. Sorry to the people who like Smut 😐) He towers over me kissing me. I ruffle my fingers through his hair. After a while we stop and are left breathing heavily next to eachother. I yawn and place my head on his chest closing my eyes. I wake up, no sun was shining through me blinds. Clouds were instead covering the sun. I try to sit up but arms tighten around my waist. "Sweets let go I'm hungry," I whine waking him up. "He groans sitting up. He slings me over his shoulder walking into the kitchen I giggle the whole way.
