Teen Years & Teen Tears (Shatt, Hidge, Klance, Shallura, etc.) [COMPLETED]

Shadow People

The time was near, the neon signs glowing outside. It was one-thirty in the morning, and Adam was getting dressed. Keith stared out of the window, wishing on the bright stars.
He oddly muttered to himself, not caring if Adam heard or not. The others were in the lobby waiting, and Keith decidedly stayed with him. "I wish for Harper and Lance to be unharmed.." He wished for the millionth time.

"Wishing a lot lately, huh?" Adam softly smiled, pulling on a black t-shirt.
Keith nodded slowly. "I hope it works." He braced against the glass. "We should get going, the commute is going to be pretty short, but we don't know what we have in store." Adam picked the Glock 17 up and placed it in the holder that was strapped onto his belt.

"Be careful with the gun," Adam further noticed the boy's sweaty hands and nervous behavior. "Y-Yeah." Guns wasn't really Keith's forte, he liked knives better. Lance always had good aim, and Keith figured it was something Lance would be good at. Though, Lance never liked violence in general.

"Let's go." Adam and Keith walked down the rugged stairs to see impatient teens, and somewhat adults, loitering. "Finally!" Nadia exclaimed, pushing the door open. "I was starting to think that you guys would back out." Nadia divulged. Shiro shook his head to imply 'no'. "Never." He exhorted.

"The train station is at the end of the sketchy bakery. Are we going to make in it in time?" Hunk rubbed his arm nervously, as Pidge smiled. "I bet we will, Hunk." She assured.
Romelle and Allura swiftly walked behind everybody, both of them too anxious to say anything at all. Blake and Veronica shivered at the thoughts of what their siblings must be going through. The rough walk to the train station was almost over, the bakery was soon seen by the group members.

Just for clarification, only four people currently have guns. Hunk, Shiro, Adam, and Keith. There was different reasons the others didn't retrieve guns. For one, Nadia and Veronica were underage. Pidge was 18, and in order to own a gun with a gun license in Altea, you need to be 19 years of age. Romelle and Allura just didn't have licenses, well Allura did, but it was extremely expired.

They passed the dimly lit bakery, which had a flickering light inside. The man working there creepily smiled, and everybody shuttered.
"That guy gives me absolute chills." Veronica shrugged coldly. Romelle nodded to agree.

——  Later On  ——

The glimmering neon letters glowed bright amongst the highway. The group had finally reached the long awaited meeting with the shadow person. Pidge blinked, the looking out for any weird sites. Such as, a hooded person, a person wearing all black, and oh! Maybe two kidnapped teenagers.

The gravel in the parking lot made squished nosies as Hunk's feet pressed it. He and Keith leaned on a nearby tree, Keith was twirling his guns by the handle. Blake and Romelle plainly sat down, their legs were aching terribly.
Veronica appealing affirmed any sight of a person, hoping and wishing that it was the anonymous individual.Allura boringly braised her hair, and Adam spoke to himself under mumbled breaths.

Waiting seemed to last for at least 5 hours, due to dead silence. The air was still, no trees ruffled in the wind. Autumn was soon starting.
A figure appeared at the other end of the road. The highway was on the other side, and the empty road laid there. This person was assumed to be a man, looking the muscles and chest.

The mask this person wore was hideous, and oddly creepy. It looked like it came straight out of the movie 'Purge'. He presumably was hauling a 2.1 Mossberg 590 chainsaw with a golden rim. "Holy shit!" Pidge screeched, watching the gun's size. When the voice spoke, it was very disturbing and distorted.

"Paladins! Welcome to our exquisite game!" The mask was now glowing purple.
"I really hope you like games." There was no utter sign of Harper or Lance there.
"Have you ever played monopoly?" The muddled voice rang in their ears.