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July 4th was reaching 120 ℉ in Las Vegas, California. The 10 young adults of the gang Demonic Flowers sat in a shaded alley way. The brick walls were covered in graffiti of many colors that the gang had done themselves. They were a talented bunch, truth be told. Everyone despised them for their constant vandalism and relatively screwing things up, though. It didn't phase them in any way. They found it quite amusing, actually.

A 24-year-old girl with multi-colored hair sat on the back wall of the alley, which led into a field of yellow little flowers- you know, the one a 4-year-old girl would find incredible. Her name was Erica Stern, but no one ever called her that. No one alive at least. Everyone called her NIghtshade, even the cops she was so often mixed up with. The heat had chased her out of her normal hoodies and sweatpants. She now wore a black t-shirt, camo cargo pants (she refused to wear dresses or shorts), and a pair of tightly laced combat boots. In her hand was a 6" blade with a black handle. She twirled it around with her fingers with a zoned-out look on her face. Regardless, no one said anything that would anger her. Despite the looks she put on, she was always listening.

A 25-year-old male- Matt Kennel, but more commonly known as Datura- sat without his laptop, for once. Some of his gang mates jokingly asked if he was sick- he rarely ever socialized. He wore faded blue jeans and a red t-shirt. His red vans were worn out as well. He laughed at the conversation the gang was having. He had a black coffee in his hand.

Angela Kingsley- Bittersweet- was watching as a few of her gang mates signed the conversation just for her. She was smiling and her eyes gleamed with happiness. She signed her response and the other repeated it for her. It was hard not to like Bittersweet. She was a 25-year old full of nothing but love and kindness. She was wearing a knee-length yellow dress with pockets. Sticking out of the pocket was a small notebook and a pencil. She was wearing a pair of sandals on her feet. A floppy hat shaded her face from the sun.

23-year-old Leah "Wolfsbane" Silvers was watching contently but wasn't saying anything. She was hard to talk to at times. She was wearing her normal dark blue jeans and navy running shoes but had replaced her sweatshirt with a Twenty One Pilots T-shirt. Sweat slightly smeared her dark eyeshadow, but she still looked like a damn queen.

Thorn (Dustin Rega) was hanging out talking to one of his best friends, Petals. He was telling her a joke, making her laugh. Joke telling was one of the best ways to pass time in the gang. His white shirt was soaked with sweat around the neck. He'd traded his jean joggers for a pair of running shorts, but he wore his normal black vans.

Riot Wolf- Adenium- was hanging out with Rose. He played with a lighter in the shape of a bullet while Rose flirted shamelessly with him. He flirted back to amuse her. He wore a black tank, black ripped jeans, and bare feet. His overused Doctor Marten's boots were sitting by his satchel. He had a black and white bandanna loosely tied on his neck. In his hands was a box of Curly Fries from Arby's.

Rose- Precious Wood- was a huge flirt. Normally she would be with Hemlock but today she hung back with the rest of the gang. Adenium was one of her best friends and she loved how he flirted back to amuse her. She wore a low neck cropped shirt, a pair of heeled flip-flops, and a pair of too short shorts.

Lily Easton- Petals- was now laughing at Dustin's joke. Her blond hair tumbled down her back gracefully as she threw her head back. She was wearing a tye-dye bathing suit and had a towel hanging around her neck. She had come back from the City Pool roughly an hour ago. Her hair was already dried from the heat. She had her red high-tops on her feet.

Emersyn "Forsythia" Ashcroft had a Dunkin Donuts coffee in her hand. She was wearing a black and flannel dress with a pair of unlaced combat boots. It was a change from her jeans and t-shirt, but it kept her slightly cooler. She looked very pretty and her laugh echoed in the alley.

The only person missing was Andrew Davis- Hemlock. The group's source of income. He hadn't been seen since that morning.

The group sat and talked as the sun dropped lower into the sky. Suddenly, the light, cheerful air stopped and was replaced with a tense mood. Everyone reached for something they could use to defend themselves as a noise was heard not far from the alleyway entrance. Nightshade stayed where she was, looking lost in thought, but listening to everything around her. As a shadow rounded a corner, black- and- silver flew between Petals and Thorn. It landed an inch above a male's head.

"Excuse me, Nightlock, I think you dropped this," Hemlock stated with a crooked grin as he pulled the knife out of the brick wall. Everyone looked to Nightshade to see her reaction.

"Keep sneaking up on us. That knife will go through your skull one day." She said as she jumped from her wall.

"Had you wanted to send in through my skull, you would have. Unless...." Everyone held their breath. They knew what was coming.

"Unless what, Hemlock?" NIghtshades' voice was as deadly as the plant she was named after.

"Unless your aim is rusty."

All hell broke loose.