19th September, 2023

freaks - surf curse

It is a quiet morning. The sun is streaming in through the windows, casting a warm glow over the kitchen as Sailor sits at the island, savouring her breakfast of toast and jam. She takes a sip of her coffee and closes her eyes, revelling in the peaceful moment. The tranquillity is shattered as Sky and Isabella storm in, both laughing and chattering excitedly, paying no attention to the fact that Sailor is trying to enjoy her breakfast in peace. Sky makes a beeline for the kitchen island where Sailor is sitting.

Without a word, he reaches over and snatches Sailor's plate of toast, taking a big bite before she can even protest. "Ten points to Hufflepuff," Sky announces with a mouthful of toast

Sailor lets out an indignant squawk and reaches for her plate, but Sky holds it just out of reach, a playful smirk on his face. "Sky, I'm going to kill you with my bare hands," she threatens half-heartedly.

Sky just shrugs, taking another bite of toast as if he hasn't a care in the world. "His room is right next to mine, it's hard not to listen," he banters with a wink. "Especially with you screaming 'harder, harder, harder, I'm cumming!'"

Sailor's eyes widen in horror. She slaps him on the arm, not too gently. "Didn't take you for the BDSM kind, though, little flame," Sky teases, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"Hey, kitten, how about we use Slytherin?" Sky suggests with a cheeky grin.

Sailor recoils in disgust. "Gross, that's literally my sister," she gags with a shudder.

Isabella looks Sailor in the eyes, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "I heard everything last night, too," she adds, winking at Sailor.

Sailor's face turns bright red as she buries her head in her hands, mortified. "Hmm, yeah, cool, cool, cool. Sky, Slytherin away."

Storm drags himself into the kitchen his limbs heavy with exhaustion. He swipes a piece of toast from Sky's plate, declaring. "I reckon I'd be Gryffindor."

"They weren't talking about actual Harry Potter, and trust me, you don't want to know," Lucio cringes, his voice filled with mortification as he glances over at Sailor.

"Um, Lucio how long have you been standing there?" Sailor asks, mortified, as she turns around to see him in the corner.

"Long enough," Lucio grouses, shuddering at the memory before adding, "We shall never speak of this again."

Sailor nods fervently in agreement. "Agreed."

Sky, who has been trying to stifle his laughter throughout the exchange, finally bursts out with a loud chuckle. Lucio clears his throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "I came to tell you all that we have a meeting in an hour."

all for us - labrinth, zendaya

Sailor, Rain, Sky, Rebel, Storm, Aquarius, Zane, Damien, Natalie, and Noah all gather in the packhouse's spacious dining room. The atmosphere is tense, as each of them knows that war is looming over their heads. The dining room is a sight to behold - a dark, luxurious space filled with opulent decor and elegant furnishings.

The walls are painted a deep shade of navy blue, much like the night sky. Velvet curtains adorn the windows, keeping the room dimly lit and creating an air of intimacy. A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a soft and flickering light over the room. In the centre of the room sits a grand dining table, large enough to seat twelve people comfortably.

The table is made of rich, dark wood with intricate carvings along the edges. The chairs surrounding the table are upholstered in luxurious velvet, their black colour contrasting beautifully with the dark wood of the table. Each chair is adorned with a plush cushion, inviting guests to linger and enjoy a decadent meal in comfort.

Lucio enters, his eyes sharp and calculating as he takes his place at the head of the table. "I called you all here today for a reason," He starts, his gaze sweeping over each person in the room. "First order of matter. Sailor, Damien, Natalie, and Noah will no longer be able to stay at Sailor's home."

Sailor's eyes widen in surprise, but before she can protest, Rain speaks up. "Sailor will stay in my room. With Sage no longer here, Damien can stay in her room and Natalie and Noah can stay in the guest bedroom."

Sailor takes a deep breath, preparing herself to stand her ground. "Correction, Natalie and Noah have brought a place of their own so will be staying there. Damien can still stay in Sage's room. I'll stay in the guest bedroom."

Rain opens his mouth to argue, but before he can say anything, his father Lucio intervenes. "As she wishes. Now on to the most important matter at hand. Jonathan."

"With Natalie and Noah disclosing his location, we plan to strike on the first," Lucio announces, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity.

The tension in the room seems to thicken as Lucio's words hang in the air. Sailor, Rain, Sky, Rebel, Storm, Aquarius, Zane, Damien, Natalie, and Noah all exchange nervous glances with one another, knowing that the fate of their future lies in the hands of the plan that lay ahead.

"It's time to put an end to Jonathan's reign of terror once and for all," Lucio declares, his gaze piercing as he looks around the room at the faces of his companions. "We cannot allow him to continue to spread chaos and destruction. It's time for us to take a stand and fight back."

"Now with all of you in understanding, I'll take my leave," he adds softly, exiting the room.

Aquarius breaks the tense silence. "Don't forget we're going to the club tonight for Storm's birthday," she reminds them.

"Weekday drinking, woo woo," Sky chimes in, trying to lighten the mood.

TW: VIOLENCE

panic room - au/ra

Sailor, Sky, and Damien stumble out of the takeout shop, their laughter echoing down the empty street as they make their way to the taxi rank. They have been out celebrating Storm's birthday, and now the three friends are feeling the effects of a night filled with good food, good company, and maybe a few too many drinks. Sailor leads the way, her chips in hand as she balances precariously on the edge of the sidewalk.

Sky, with his infectious laugh, follows close behind, his own chips disappearing quickly as he walks. And Damien with a secret smile that only appears in the company of his closest friends, walks up the rear, a half-eaten chip dangling from his fingertips. As they walk, Damien can't shake the feeling that they are being followed.

He glances over his shoulder and catches a glimpse of a shadowy figure trailing behind them. His instincts kicking in, Damien quickly grabs the stranger and pulls him into a nearby alley, with Sailor and Sky following close behind. Damien presses the man against the wall, his arm bearing down on the man's throat.

"Why the fuck are you following us?" He demands, his voice low and dangerous.

The man remains calm despite the pressure on his windpipe. "I am not authorized to answer that," he deadpans, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

His eyes gleam with a mad glint as he stares at Damien, his lips curling into a sneer. And then, without warning, he starts to laugh. It is a chilling sound, one that makes the hairs on the back of everyone's neck stand on end. The laughter pulses through the alleyway, bouncing off the walls and reverberating in the air. It is a maniacal, hysterical laugh that sends shivers down the spine of anyone who hears it. Anger streams through Damien as he punches the man in the face, the pressure on his throat becoming more intense.

The man chokes and sputters, his laughter never faltering. "We'll find out where you're living and get you when you're sleeping," he spits out with a grin.

Sky's skin crawls at the man's words, his eyes narrowing in disgust. "Chill out, Freddie Krueger, you creepy bitch," he retorts.

Sailor dials a number on her phone. "We have a situation."

The man continues to laugh maniacally, sending shivers down the group's spines. Sky, unable to contain his repulsive any longer, delivers a swift blow to the man's head, knocking him out cold. "I think my skin is crawling."

TW: VIOLENCE, KNIVES, GUNS & MENTION OF TORTURE

psycho - muse

The rain pours down in thick sheets, obscuring the view of the outside world. Inside the dully lit warehouse, Sailor, Rain, Sky, Damien and Rebel gather around a flickering light, their faces cast in shadows.

"So they know about the club but probably won't attack there as it's so high profile. It's the house they don't know about and we need to keep it that way," Rain says, his voice cold and fierce. The team nods in agreement, understanding the importance of keeping their home a secret.

"Dude, these people are crazy. You haven't seen the look in his eyes," Sky interjects, his eyes wide with fear. Rain gives him a reassuring nod, knowing that Sky is right.

"You're telling me. Eden debated which torture technique would be more fun to use on me," Sailor adds, her fingers nervously tapping on the table.

"I think you're in the wrong job line," Damien remarks, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Not the most efficient way, the most fun. She was going to take pleasure in ripping my fingernails off," Sailor confesses, her eyes reflecting the horrors she has seen. The team falls silent, the reality of what they are up against sinking in.

"Let's play them at their own game then. Let's show them what psycho really is," Damien suggests, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Oh, I've got to see this," Rebel says, a mischievous smile on her face. She is known for her unconventional tactics and is eager to put them to use.

The small room is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a single flickering bulb overhead. The walls are stained and peeling, the air heavy with a damp, musty smell. They enter the room, their footsteps echoing loudly in the silence. Their enemy, a dangerous man is tied up in a chair in the center of the room. Rebel wastes no time in getting to work. She walks up to the man and delivers a swift slap across his face, causing him to jolt awake. The man's eyes widen in surprise, but soon his face twists into a sinister smile.

"Wakey wakey," Rebel sneers, her voice dripping with contempt.

A strange, unearthly sound fills the air – the man begins to laugh, a high, menacing sound. It is cold and cruel, filled with malice and madness. It seems to bounce off the walls of the warehouse, growing louder and more disturbing with each passing moment. The man's laughter grows louder, more unhinged. It is as if he has tapped into some dark, otherworldly power, unleashing a force of evil that threatens to swallow everything in its path. Despite the situation, he seems unfazed by his predicament.

"Nope, I'm out," Sky announces, turning on his heels and heading for the door.

"Dam, what do you reckon we start with a hammer to the shins?" Sailor nudges Damien, a sinister grin on her face.

"Too easy." Damien hums, his eyes glittering with malice.

Rebel twirls her knife in hand, her lips curl into a cruel smirk. "I opt for cutting him and then pouring bleach into the wounds." She suggests, her voice dripping with anticipation.

"I say we scalp him." Rain chimes in, his eyes filled with a savage hunger.

"Now we're talking." Damien chuckles.

Their captive continues his mad laughter, taunting them with his defiance. Rebel grows impatient and drives her knife into his thigh, eliciting a howl of pain from the man.

"You've got to stop with that noise." Rebel hisses, her eyes burning with anger.

"Scalp me, cut me, smash me with a hammer. Do as you please, you will never get answers from me." The man spits out, a crazed gleam in his eyes.

"Bet." Sailor brings a knife to the captive's throat, a dangerous fire in her eyes. "I guess we have no use for you.

Damien, ever sadisticly, grins wickedly. "Wait, we haven't had our fun yet."

Rain steps forward with a cold smirk. "When we're done with you. You won't be able to talk."

Rebel speaks with a deadly calmness in her voice. "Ah, yes let's rip out his vocal cords."

"When was the last time, our guard dogs ate?" Sailor adds with a chilling tone.

The captive's laughter only grows louder, his defiance fueling the fire within his captors. Rebel, unable to contain her anger any longer, raises her gun and fires a shot into the man's chest. The room falls silent as the man slumps to the ground, his laughter finally silenced. Everyone turns to look at Rebel, surprised by her sudden act of violence.

She simply shrugs, her eyes cold and calculating. "What? He was never going to talk."

Sky pokes his head into the room, a look of fear in his eyes. "Guys, you were way too good at that. It was almost like you enjoyed it."

Sailor smirks, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she curtseys. "The art of acting, my dear. Sometimes you have to play the part to get what you want."