Toxin

Chapter five

It's been a year since I successfully fled my home back in New York for the frosty wilderness of Fairbanks Alaska. 

I've actually made friends and I am living a decent life. The gloves I received work, and even though the man who gave them to me said he was like me, I believe now that he was just another government agent making sure I wouldn't kill anyone. Then again he did touch my bare arm, or was I wearing a sweater, it was so long ago I don't remember. 

"T! T!" Killian my raven haired, muscular Alaskan, best friend said snapping my attention away from my own thoughts. 

"Yes Killian?" I hummed doodling on my French notebook. 

"The party is at your place right?" He asked loudly for everyone to hear. 

"Yes Killian, you know it." I replied equally as loud. 

You may be wondering "why hasn't anyone asked about her gloves?" well it's because my first day here it was freezing and I told everyone that they were for warmth. With Alaska being as cold as it is it worked and another question you may have is "party? In Alaska where your main goal is to hunt for the winter and stock for the winter yada yada ya." Well I do that however it is now winter and everyone needs to wind down or up however you want to go with it. 

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"This has to be one of your best parties yet!" Wasted Quinn shouted over the laughter and music. 

"Yeah, Quinn why don't you go have something to eat?" I asked leading her to my kitchen. 

"I've already eaten!" she whined pulling on my t-shirt. 

"Quinn." I said sternly giving her a look of 'do it or I kick you out... again' 

"Fine" she said defeated and moseyed on into my kitchen grumbling things under her breath. 

All over my small house body's lingered drunk out of their minds; because of the solitude Alaska presented to the world everyone was pretty respectable not only to themselves but to others too. 

"Come on Torrrriii take your ggloves off its ffucking hot in hereeeeeeeeee" Killian slurred grabbing for my arms to remove my gloves. 

"Killian your drunk get off." I chuckled pushing him slightly. 

You might be wondering why I'm not drunk as well thats because I learned the hard way that I kill when I'm drunk, I forget that I can kill. It's been 364 days since my first and last drink. the bar tender back in the states didn't see it coming ,it's a shame really, he was really, really attractive. 

"Alright party's over!" The local police shouted standing in the entrance of my house. 

"You mean just getting started!" hollered one of my drunken school mates going up to the cop in front and trying to seduce him. The music still pumping but all other noise cease to exist. 

"No, I mean this party's over, and you are under arrest for under age intoxication you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me? We have no way of giving you a lawyer, but one will be appointed for you, if you wish, if and when you go to court." He said while hand cuffing the poor girl and that was the cue for everyone to scatter. 

I quickly found Killian and Quinn and we ran to my secret room that I made after my first party here. 

I got arrested for serving alcohol to minors etc. and to prevent that I had this room built off my bedroom. That was the first party I threw, I was stupid and arrived here in the middle of winter with no food. However Killian "adopted" me that winter and I lived with him until the thaw, he moved out of his family's home after his freshman year because of family issues and I decided we should have a party. That's how we became friends and Quinn was one of the girls that was considered "bad ass" that never went to parties well that night she came to ours and I quote "scope out the new girl," since then the three of us discovered we have a lot in common. Killian's family disowned him which left him orphaned and Quinn lives at a foster home where she has to fight for food because her parents dropped her off there when she was eight. Therefore we all are misfits who don't belong but found somewhere to live peacefully. Quinn loves her foster family like her own, but she plans to move in with me when she turns eighteen next month. 

"You think they're gone? I'm gonna be sick!" Quinn whisper shouted at me. 

"It's been uh..." I looked at my phone it was almost four in the morning. "Five hours so I would assume so." I said slowly un-latching the door coming out first to come face to face with blue eyes. 

"Ooo who's the hottie?" Quinn said trying not to vomit. 

"You... youre real?" I squeaked.