Thirst For Chaos

*A/N: This entire story will be under construction, I don't hate it, but I don't love it, I am going to be going back to the drawing board with it, characters will stay the same but I think I'm just gonna scrap the whole mind reading thing and make it more Lost boys core, so lots of updating, changing, and everything will be happening.*

Santa Carla the murder capital.

It wasn't always like that.
Once, it was normal.

Well... normal for them.

The first time they met was on the boardwalk, barefoot, sunburnt, just kids running aimlessly, not trying to fit in and not really caring about the rules built around them.

They were a group of troublemakers who collided into each other's lives and never really left.
They embedded themselves into the boardwalk-into its chaos, its noise, its late nights and flickering lights.

They learned how to fight.
How to survive.
And, most importantly, which stand had the best fries.

As they grew older, they grew closer-some more than others.

It was safe.
Comfortable.
Familiar in a way that made it feel untouchable.

They were their own group.
Locals knew them.
Tourists avoided them.

And most importantly-

they feared no one.

But what happens when a new group rolls into town?

Not just passing through.
Not just visiting.

Staying.

Becoming something new. Something *shiny.*

What happens when they fall into their orbit-
disrupting the peace,
bringing excitement,
fun...
and maybe even a little danger?

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own The Lost Boys characters, only my original characters. Enjoy the rewrite.