Our Turf: A Jelsa Story

Chapter One: The New Recruits

(POV ELSA)

I walk into the location carefully, silently. I know my parents would kill me for being here. If they hadn't been killed, that is. I felt my stomach sink as I slowly allowed myself to come into view of the gang. Though they seemed to be good people, I knew in my heart that there was another side to all of them. A flip side, led by a knife or a gun. These people were killers. Trained killers. And I was only a new recruit.

I loosened by tight bun, pulling it down into a long platinum side braid that gently touched my arm. I looked up to see someone walking towards me, a young man. He seemed to be in his early twenties like me, with wind-blown brown hair and a scruffy stub of a beard decorating his face. His eyes seemed kind, but you could never be sure.

"Hello, my dear," he smiled sweetly at me, "I think you are lost." A knowing look caught my eye as I realized he was speaking the secret code to me. If I messed up my response, they would think I had been a spy, or some kid that just walked in off the street. I nodded, glancing down at my arm where I had written my reply.

"I am found." I say carefully, drawing out each word a bit. His smile widened into a michevious grin and he slapped a hand on my back.

"She's a newbie!" he yelled back to the small crowd of people who I now realize had been staring at me in wait of my response. They each allow a small cheer and the man guides me towards them. I am told to stand in the crowd and wait. It would only be a few minutes.

Slowly the mob began to grow, and as it did, my anxiety with it. I shouldn't be here. Mom and dad would...

As I think this, a small, silent sob escapes my lips. I cannot think of them now.

"New recruits in the back!" a strong voice yelled at us. Conceal, Elsa. Don't feel. I find myself thrown shoulder to shoulder between a delicate looking girl with short, white hair and another girl with two braids that looked dyed white. The girl with the braids smile at me, oddly cheerful for a place like this. I only glared down at her. I won't let emotion show. Conceal, don't feel. Conceal. Don't. Feel.

(POV JACK)

I walked carefully into the mob, led by some man who seemed about my age. This would be interesting. Though I'd never been a part of a gang like this before, fighting had always been my forte. I knew very little else.

I heard the man yelling for us newbies to get to the back, but I held my ground somewhere around the middle of the throbbing mob. The seasoned killers around me didn't even notice as I slowly and sneakily worked my way to the front of the crowd. Eventually, though, there was a shift, and I was thrown backwards. I continued to be tossed backwards through the mob, until I hit someone dead on, landing on top of her. I layed over her on the dirty ground, looking up to see her mentally throwing daggers at me. Her ice blue eyes squinted at me angrily.

"Get off, you pervert!" she screeched, throwing me off of her with a stronger force than I would've expected from her. I chuckled.

"Sorry, Princess," I smiled at her with a hint of flirtiness, "I didn't realize how beautiful you were when I was propelled onto you. The name is Jack."

She only groaned at me, standing up before kicking me in the stomach. She was careful not to kick hard enough to do serious damage, but she definetely made it hurt.

"Well then, Snow Queen," I growl, "I suppose you want a fight."

/AN/

Hey guys! I promised I would update soon, so here you go! Same day!

It won't normally be this frequent. Sorry.

Anywho, I thought I might clarify a thing: I'm not using normal Anna. I'm using Anna with her white hair. I have a reason for it. Just go with it.

My reasoning is that every character in this book will have some kind of scar on their past that shoves them into the world of the gangs. Like, tbh, no perfect person with good grades and a devoted religion and a soul mate is going to find themselves in a gang. So. Life is going to be tough for these characters. Woot.

OKAY, I gotta go. BAIIIII~~~~~~~~~~

-Love and snowflakes,

elsaskingjack