My Inner peace.

CHAPTER 1

(Not all chapters will be almost word for word like this, it's just for "beginning of a story" purposes)

Y/N.

"Ava, do I have to take out the trash." I pouted at her panicked eyes, "Yes! It's your day and I have an interview!" I looked to the side and puffed out my cheeks.

"Fine, good luck today!" I beamed up at her and gave her a thumbs up. Ava laughed and in return offered me a soft smile, pulling me into an embrace. "You're precious,"

I felt myself become flustered, and quickly changed the topic. "Shouldn't you be going now-" she cut me off hastily, "Oh, you're right! I'll be back in a few hours!" She dashed out of the apartment, leaving me alone.

I glared at the trash, wishing that it'd dissipate under my stare, regrettably, it didn't. I sighed, gathering up my courage before lugging it downstairs. Although, when I made it out and to the dumpsters, I felt a lurking presence.

The uncomfortable sensation of having people stare you down.

I clenched the bag in my hand, a shiver crawling down my spine as I slowly turned around.

My eyes widened, not far from the dumpsters there was a group of four tall, frightening men. are they gangsters?! Think rationally!

Ah! Maybe they're cosplayers!

They were all awkwardly slouched in different ways for what felt like an eternity until they abruptly straightened up, only for an immediate wave of hushed whispers to come over them.

"Uhm, are you guys okay?" I noticed that they weren't moving, I don't want to make any sudden movements and get jumped.

Good thing this happened to me, I wouldn't want Ava to be in this kind of situation.

After the rush of adrenaline I had calmed slightly, I noticed a boy sprawled across the ground, "Oh my- is he okay?" I ran over to the boy, taking a brief moment to turn and stare at the others.

They were all standing in some weird stance, kind of like they were trying to be scary. It came off as.. odd though.

"Why aren't you helping him? Did you hurt him?" I once again turned to face the raven headed man and did the first thing that came to mind.

This man needs CPR!

I put my arms to his chest, pushing down on it consistently for thirty seconds, and without thinking, I hurriedly pressed my lips against his and forced air into his body.

The men behind me gasped, another wave of growls and whispers washed over them. I didn't have the mind to concern myself over them, this man could seriously die if he isn't helped! He has a pulse so he isn't de-

Someone tore me away from the raven haired man, as a result, my thoughts were also cut short. I struggled in the persons grasp. "Please let me down!" I teared up, looking behind my shoulder only to see a black haired man with blue horns.

Wait. Horns.

H o r n s.

"Evasive maneuvers!" The boy dressed in blue hollered out, then suddenly a sword was held to my throat.

Oh no, oh n o this is not how I want to die!

I struggled more, they are not cosplayers! They're killers, and they're trying to kill me!

"Peaceful evasive maneuvers!" He yelled again, seeming panicked at the sight of the situation.

The boy holding me pulled his sword away from my throat. He grabbed the back of my shirt and carried me toward a nearby tree, not thinking twice before hanging me on a tree branch by my shirt. I struggled, trying my hardest to escape, waving my arms around.