Amy and Allen were attending a weird high school, forced to stay in the basement of the school, in rooms next to each other. There was no other students staying in the basement, they all had homes to go to. Allen, knowing that something wasn't right, made a plan to escape. He was going to sneak out on thursday January 18th at the dead of night, steal some money and snacks and leave through one of the many exit doors with Amy. Now all he had to do is wait for the perfect time to put it into action.
The time finally came, the security guards thought they were asleep and decided to take a small nap... this only happened on thursdays for some reason.
Allen snuck out of his room, eyeing the security guards as he passed, he stepped carefully so his steps didn't echo. Allen was almost completely set to go, he had a warm black trench coat on, some blue jeans that weren't ripped, and some fancy Red Wings boots. All he needed now was cash, food, and to get Amy, his solitude friend.
He snuck up the stairs, practically tiptoeing down the hall and to the right and into the cafeteria, he opened the registers, taking out at least 300 dollars out of them all.
"This should be good... I should take some snacks aswell so we don't need to buy them." He took some Goldfish and Cheese-it's of the shelves and headed out, down the dark hallway to the basement stairs, he saw a light coming down the other end of the dark hallway.
He ran down the stairs, going to Amy's door and opening it. There was a petite asian girl sitting on the floor, her long black hair looked like a birds nest. She was still in her pajamas and packing things into a black satchel.
"Hurry up! We don't got time for this!" he whisper shouted.
"Yea, yea... I'm going as fast as I can..." Amy mumbled putting one a random pair of shoes. Allen literally pushed her out the door and pulled her up the stairs, he looked around the halls for a security guard, there was one walking away.
Don't make a sound. Allen signed to Amy. Finally, the Guard rounded another corner and it was safe to go.
"Come on! Before another guard comes." Allen whispered to Amy.
Quickly, they ran down the dark hallway in the opposite direction of the security guard. They turned the corner and ended up running into a man who looked like he was about 18.
Allen didn't feel safe around him, but he couldn't tell why. The guy looked like a model that ran into a pack of wolves. Blazing blue eyes, jet black hair, along with a purple T-shirt. His jeans were ripped as if he had just ran through barb wire. He was looking at them with the mosted shocked expression, then starting to say,
