𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
❝ UM... ALLISON
YOUR BROTHER
ALMOST KILLED
ME WITH A KNIFE. ❞
in which allison's best friend
visits her after finding out her
father dies and manages to catch
the attention of number two.
(𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎.) 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐄 ❝ WHERE THE HELL ARE WE? ❞
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"Ow."
"My face!"
Poet and Paris slowly stood up from the ground, coughing and looking around the alley they were on. People would pass by, not glancing at the two, and would occasionally greet others.
"Where the hell are we?" Paris mumbled under his breath, receiving a nudge on the side by his aunt who heard the curse word. He apologized quickly and the two walked away into the light, ignoring the flash behind them.
"Ow," Poet winced, clutching her head in pain. She looked around and saw a lot of women talking to the others and she realized that every little thought running around in her brain, were the troubled thoughts from those women. "God, their thoughts... they're really, really loud."
Paris reached for her hand and held it, looking around the place while healing the woman. When he didn't feel her pain, he tilted his head to the side and walked out to the open.
"Where are the others?" He questioned. Poet looked around.
"Klaus?" She called out from behind her and walked towards the nearby trash cans. "Diego?"
"Five?" Paris called out. But they received nothing.
"They're gone," Poet breathed out, running towards where two women were at. "Hi, sorry for intruding, but what year is it?"
"Oh, sweetie, are you okay?" A woman asked, holding her hand up to touch Poet's forehead. Paris appeared by her side and the woman jumped back. "Are you two lost?"
"Something like that," Poet nodded. "I'm Poet Capulet and this is my nephew Paris."
"Nice to meet you," the woman nodded, shaking her hand and Paris'. The other woman shook their hands, too. "My name's Darlene Johnson and this is my friend, Nancy Day."
"Hi," Poet smiled before it trailed off her face. "Anyways, what year is it?"
"It's 1962, darling," Darlene answered. "You sure you're alright?" At noticing the dirt and blood on the two, she gasped. "Oh, you two, come with me. You two can clean yourselves up."
"That's ok—"
"I can make you some food," Nancy cut Poet off. Darlene nodded and the two immediately led them towards Darlene's house nearby.
