Don't Feed the Freaks (character x reader style)

Chapter 7

I wouldn't have even seen our newest threat if it weren't for the horrible curtains. I guess they helped, in a way.

The violence came and went and soon we had our attacker on his knees, his brown eyes flickering around the room.
"Who are you?" Page asked, brandishing his handgun.
"You're no good at bad cop. I'm bad cop." Rose commented.
"And I'm good cop?" Timmy added.
John approached our attacker. "Guys, SHUT UP! We're getting off topic, this is why we're so weak and targeted." He pointed his gun at the attacker's head. "Can we PLEASE stay on topic?!"
Everybody was quiet at this and the only sounds heard were the curtains fluttering in the soft breeze. The daylight was shining clearly, it filled the room, making all of us hiss. Like bats, but not as loud. It was painful, we were all used to the darkness of the night. Even the attacker tried to shield their eyes, but their hands were tied and it was no use.

John sighed, then spoke again. "Thank you." 

"You know, I wasn't exactly looking for a fight." The attacker said, moving his head away from the sunlight as much as he could. His brown eyes were squinted, the eye color was always flickering from brown to yellow. 

"What were you looking for, then?" I asked. 

"A team to fight with. Another team, you've probably heard of them, took one of my friend's life. I want to beat them up as much as they beat me." 

We all hummed in response, looked at each other and our eyes said it all. 

"Welcome." John untied his hands and helped him up. 

"By the way, what's your name?" Page asked, crossing his arms. 

"Erik." He answered. 

"Okay, then I'll have you to blame if any of us die if you're a traitor." 

Erik laughed. "Whatever you say." 

It had been a few hours of sleep, and the harsh sun finally slipped beneath the horizon. Your shoes made minimal noise as you walked through the cement alleyways. Hearing voices you scurried over behind a dumpster. You groaned inaudibly when you saw who it was.  Of course it's Dead Meat. 

One of them spotted you, and soon they had you surrounded. Your throbbing head made you stumble, you threw out your hand and arm for support. There was a wave of confusion from the Dead Meat members as the ground rushed up to meet your face. 

Sitting up, you surveyed the scene in front of you with shock. A metal beam had dislodged itself from one of the crumbling construction sites that were never finished. The metal beam was stuck in the dead end to your right. The metal beam had impaled your attackers, their blood still fresh and collecting in ruby pools underneath their limp bodies. Breathing heavily, you fled the scene, looking at your hands and realizing this was your first kill as a Freak. Or first couple kills.