𝚆𝙰𝙸𝙳𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙽𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙻 ,, magnus nielsen

chapter ten|true lives of the fabulous killjoys

So...... I decided to release the louis hofmann au! It's called 'Auslander', and follows punk singer Capricorn Healy's European tour , album release and budding relationship with our favourite German actor!

Chapter Ten

the true lives of the fabulous killjoys

"Prosecutor Tauber is ruthless. Bartosz doesn't stand a chance." Martha worried on the other end of the phone as I climbed out of bed

"Martha, don't think too far ahead. I have faith in Moritz. Bartosz didn't do it remember?" I pulled open my creaky closet door to grab one of my many flannel shirts. The only person who owned more flannel shirts than me was Magnus himself. "Let's just go into the woods tonight and see what happens. Meet you there in an hour?"

"Yeah, I'll bring Bartosz and Jonas. Franziska said she had stuff to do, but she should be there around ten-ish."

"Sounds alright."

"You haven't seen my brother, have you? We haven't seen him at all today. Mikkel's worried."

I stifled a laugh as I looked over at the blonde in my bed, the laptop that had previously been showing episodes of Chambers still lit up on his lap. He had a panicked expression on his face, mouthing at me to not tell Martha he was here.

"Yeah he's with me."

I could practically hear Martha rolling her eyes "I swear to god if you end up pregnant-"

"Relax, Mars!" I cut her off "We've been careful. I'll see you at the caves."

"Wait!" Martha shouted as I was about to hang up "Do you think that whoever killed Heidi has something to do with what happened to your Uncle?"

I froze. Quite honestly, the thought hadn't occurred to me until then. But now that it was in my head, it kept pestering me. It was quite possible that whoever this guy was, he knew what happened to Uncle Zacharias.

"I don't know." I answered quietly. "I'll be at the woods in forty-five."

Hanging up, I rested my head against the closet doorframe. As if this wasn't already personal enough. Now Uncle Z is involved. It was like a goddamn conspiracy theory.

"Anna, are you okay?" Magnus asked, wrapping his arms around my waist, and resting his chin on the top of my head

"I don't like any of this. I've got a really bad feeling about going into the woods."

"Hey, it's not like we're flying blind, okay. I have the switchblade."

I pulled away from the boy and proceeded to dig around the closet, producing a can of Raid! And a lighter. I fired off a stream of fire- yes, I realize that sentence makes no sense, but just try to picture it for me- as a test to make sure it worked.

"You're right. We're not."

Magnus and I took off on our skateboards, me in the lead. I loved skateboarding. The adrenaline. The wind against my face. The pure fun of it. When Magnus and I were younger, we watched an independent Western Biopic about the Z-Boys, a group of revolutionary skateboarders from California. We must have only been about ten or twelve. The next day, we went out and bought boards, fully prepared to teach ourselves until my dad stepped in to make sure we didn't kill ourselves. We'd always joked about going to college together and getting a Boston Terrier and naming him after Skip Engloom, the ditzy surf shop owner.

We were halfway to the woods when Magnus stopped in the middle of the street.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked quietly, kicking the board into my hand