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PLAYLIST LINK : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4PZ4IRa7Tn8cvOl8p3Do94?si=vqqA3UVlRE-zQgwV4n2Sgg
*What Difference Does It Make?- The Smiths
*Spellbound- Siouxsie and the Banshees
*The Magnificent Seven- The Clash
* I Love Rock 'N Roll- Joan Jett & The Blackhearts, Sex Pistols
*Talkin' New York- Bob Dylan
San Francisco,1987
ALESSIA
Saya and Maria were interested in Marcus Lopez Arguello from the moment he was enrolled in King's Dominion. They would never tell me that, but it was obvious, if you looked close enough. The three of us always got excited when a new kid came along, it was stupid, but maybe it was because you really never knew what was going to come through those doors. We got kids from all walks of life being enrolled. And for Maria and Saya, a boy meant opportunity, just like it did at any normal school that didn't enroll the children of the top killers in the world. I was always reminded of the fact we were teenagers, when they giggled over the new 'eye candy'. I wasn't interested in Marcus. Not in that way. (Said every girl in every movie ever, before she magically falls in love with him. That doesn't happen. Don't even think about it) I understood why the other girls were ogling at him, but that was all. Saya said I had a required taste, and I really couldn't testify to that. However, having said this, I knew from the moment I passed the kid, dropping my laced cigarette in that dark alley, that he was going to be different. I just didn't know what different brought with it.
"He's cute"
Was the first thing Maria said as the bag was lifted off the new kids head. If the whole him being a homeless psychopath was your kinda thing, then sure. I almost said that out loud, and I would've got away with it too. Marcus at this point glared up at us, these bunch of kids that couldn't be any more different from each other, studying everything about us. I was good at reading people, and sometimes I had trust issues because of that. It was probably a family thing. I so desperately wanted to ask him about the massacre, because if I was being really honest and judgmental, I could've bet he didn't do it. There was the capability of murder in his eyes, but kids? Not quite. Willie Lewis beat me to it.
"You the psycho that did the boys' home massacre?"
Well, that was as straightforward as any way, I supposed. Marcus only smirked at this, which at the time annoyed me a little. Maybe because it confused me. Why did he smirk, when he only thought he knew life. He lived on the streets and hated Ronald Reagan. He had no idea what was hiding in the dark, life was bleak for him, but it was only gonna get worse, and he didn't even know it.
"Pretty tough barking at a dude tied to a chair" Was the first time I had heard him speak. His voice was filled with the same cockiness that was hid behind the smirk. Willie's face fell, cause the guy did have a point "Untie this punk-ass bitch." His hand beckoned Billy Bennett to do it, and the boy wasn't going to do otherwise. At this given moment, I heard the tap, tap tap of a cane we all knew too well. Master Lin pushed his way through us, to lean down at Marcus. I respected the man, I really did. But I knew better than to believe everything that came out of his mouth.
