TW: VIOLENCE, GUNS & KNIFES

code mistake - corpse, bring me the horizon

As the masked figures move in closer to their friends, their malicious grins sending shivers down everyone's spines, a sudden gunshot rings out through the air. A bullet soars through the sky, piercing into the head of the masked figure holding Sage hostage. The group of friends watch as the figure crumples to the ground, the red mask slipping off to reveal a face twisted in pain.

"Never missed a shot," Aquarius's voice crackles through the earpiece, her presence unseen in the shadows.

Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Rebel leaps into action. With her lightning-fast reflexes and expert combat skills, she surprises two of the masked figures with swift strikes. Her body moves with a fluidity that seems almost otherworldly, her movements precise and calculated.

Her knife flashes in the dim light with deadly intent. Her movements are so fluid and precise that they seem almost choreographed. The sharp steel slices through the air with a hiss as it cuts into the surprised figures before they can even react.

The first figure goes down with a cry of surprise, clutching at the wound on his arm. The second figure turns towards Rebel with a look of shock, but she is already on him. Her reflexes allow her to dodge his clumsy swing and deliver a devastating blow to his midsection.

Rain takes advantage of the chaos to take out another figure with a well-aimed shot. The sound of the gunshot echoes through the area, momentarily startling the remaining figures. Rain doesn't hesitate to take aim once more, he fires off three more shots in rapid succession. 

Bang, bang, bang. Three figures fall to the ground, their bodies limp in the dark night. The echoes of the gunshots seem to linger in the air, a haunting reminder of the violence that has erupted in the night. But to Rain, it is just another step in the dance of death that he has become so familiar with.

Adrenaline courses through Zane's veins as he picks off his enemies one by one. He moves swiftly and silently, taking advantage of the chaos that surrounds him. The sound of gunfire still ringing in the night, but Zane's shots are precise and deadly.

The chaos around him is like a symphony of destruction, with bullets flying in every direction and the sound of screams filling the air. But Zane is focused on his target. He ducks behind a broken wall for cover, he hears the sound of footsteps approaching.

Without hesitation, he peeks out and takes aim, his finger tightening on the trigger as he locks onto his next target. His shot is clean and efficient, the enemy slumping to the ground without a sound. Zane's heart pounds in his chest, the rush of battle fueling his every move.

Storm, Sailor, and Sky join in, their weapons blazing as they lay waste to the enemy forces. Each member of the team moves with precision and skill, their movements coordinated like a well-oiled machine. Storm slides into cover beside Zane, his eyes steely and focused as he provides cover fire for his teammates.

Sailor and Sky advance forward, taking out enemy after enemy with deadly accuracy. Sailor's marksmanship is unmatched. Her shots never miss their mark, each bullet finding its target with deadly accuracy. She moves with precision and grace, her movements fluid and controlled as she picks off enemies with ease.

Sky moves like a ghost through the chaos, his movements silent and swift as he takes down enemies with brutal efficiency. His dark eyes are cold and calculating, his focus unwavering as he dispatches his foes with ease. Together, they are a force to be reckoned with, a deadly duo that strikes fear into the hearts of their enemies.

The team works together seamlessly, their bond forging through the battle. They move as one unit, covering each other's backs and communicating with silent efficiency. Their teamwork is a testament to their skill and trust in each other.

Natalie pulls up in a van, her heart pounding with adrenaline. Behind her, the sound of gunshots rings out, echoing through the empty streets. Noah hangs out the passenger side window, his eyes focused and determined as he shoots down the masked figures that are hot on their trail.

Damien bursts out of the back of the van, his eyes flashing with fierce determination. "Get in!" he shouts, waving his arms frantically.

Sailor, Rain, Sky, Rebel, Storm, Aqaurius, Sage and Zane waste no time, bundling into the van as Damien slams the door shut behind them. Without a word, Natalie puts her foot on the gas pedal and speeds off into the night, leaving chaos and smoke in their wake.

who do you want - ex habit

The anger in Rain's eyes is searing, and Sage can feel the tension crackling between them like a live wire. Sage can feel the anger radiating off of Rain in waves. His eyes, usually warm and comforting are now darkened by fury. "You could have died, Sage," Rain growles, his voice low and dangerous.

Sage flinches at the harshness of his tone, but she knows he is right. She had acted impulsively, charging in without thinking of the consequences. "I didn't."

"You shouldn't have attacked by yourself. What if I lost you?" Rain's voice is filled with pain, a raw emotion that tears at Sage's insides. She can see the torment in his eyes, the anguish of almost losing her, and it makes her chest ache with guilt.

Rain stands before Sage, his chest heaving with anger. His fist clenches tightly as he slams it into the nearest wall, the force of his frustration reverberating through his room. Sage flinches at the sound, a primal instinct urging her to run from this dangerous man standing before her. But she can't leave him, not when he needs her the most.

Her heart aches as she watches him struggle with his emotions, the weight of his pain evident in the lines etched into his face. She knows he carries demons from his past, scars that run deep and haunt his every step. But she also knows that beneath the anger and the darkness, there is a man who craves love and acceptance.

As Rain turns to face her, his eyes burning with intensity, Sage feels a wave of fear wash over her. But she holds her ground, determined to be his anchor in the storm. And then, in a moment of raw vulnerability, Rain's lips crash down onto hers.

The kiss is desperate, a plea for reassurance and comfort. Sage's mind goes blank at the overwhelming flood of emotion that threatens to consume her. She closes her eyes and surrenders to the moment, letting herself be swept away by the raw passion that flows between them.

Sailor steps back as she watches the scene unfolding before her. She couldn't believe what he had just done - he had betrayed his best friend. Discarded her like she's nothing. Sailor can feel her heart breaking as she watches her best friend, share a desperate kiss with Sage. The betrayal cuts deep, a sharp pain that pierces through her chest and leaves her feeling empty and alone.

Sage pushes him away, tears streaming down her face. "Don't do this. This isn't what you want, you're just scared. You love me but you're not in love with me. You want the safety, the comfort of being with me," she weeps, her voice breaking with emotion.

Rain's gaze flickers to someone behind them, Sailor, his angel, standing there with a look of betrayal etched into her features. "Angel," Rain whispers, his voice sounding lost and desperate.

Sailor needs to get away from here, from the overwhelming flood of emotions that threaten to escape her. She feels a surge of anger and hurt rising inside her, threatening to boil over. Without thinking, Sailor turns and runs, desperate to get away from the overwhelming flood of emotions.

like a boy - ciara

Sailor smacks her fist into the punching bag, putting all her force into it. Crackling her knuckles, betrayal and hatred course through her veins like a hurricane raging inside her. The sweat glistens on her forehead as she unleashes her fury on the innocent bag, the only outlet for her pent-up emotions. The pain of his deception fuels her punches, each blow striking a chord deep within her soul.

The adrenaline pumps through her veins, giving her the strength to keep going even when her muscles scream in protest. The sound of her knuckles connecting with the bag echoes in the empty gym. Sailor has allowed herself to be vulnerable with him, to trust him with her deepest fears and insecurities. He has shattered that trust with a betrayal that cut her to the core.

Her walls were high and impenetrable, built brick by brick over years of heartbreak and disappointment. But when she was back with him, something inside her shifted. There was a magnetism between them, a connection that she couldn't ignore. He has bulldozed her trust completely, leaving nothing but rubble in its wake.

The pain of betrayal has stripped away the illusions of love and trust, revealing the harsh reality of human nature. But it has also ignited a fire within her, a burning determination to never allow herself to be hurt in that way again.

"Your left hook could use some work," Damien teases, a playful smirk on his face.

Sailor grits her teeth, her muscles tense as she lands blow after blow on the punching bag. Damien watches her with a mixture of concern and admiration. He knows that Sailor is struggling with something, but he also knows that she is a strong woman who can handle whatever life throws at her. He stands back, giving her space to work through her emotions, but ready to step in if she needs him.

As Sailor continues to pound the bag, Damien sees the tension in her shoulders, the furrow in her brow. He can see the pain in her eyes, hidden behind a mask of anger. He knows that she is hurting, that Rain has wounded her deeply. But he also knows that Sailor is not one to back down from a fight.

"You okay?" Damien questions, concern evident in his voice. "We could all hear them throughout the house."

Finally, Sailor stops, her chest heaving, sweat dripping down her face. She leans her head against the punching bag, closing her eyes as she tries to calm her racing heart. She speaks as the exhaustion of her emotions takes over her. "Distract me."

"I'm not usually one to turn down a beautiful woman, but I respect you too much, Amor," Damien says softly, his voice gentle and soothing. "This isn't what you need right now."

"By all means, if you still need a distraction once you've slept on this, then use and abuse me as you please," Damien adds, his tone laced with flirtiness and cockiness as he traps Sailor in his arms between him and the punching bag.

Sailor can't help but giggle at his words, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as she leans back against the punching bag. "I was starting to think you're soft," she teases, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

Damien chuckles, the sound low and deep as he leans in closer, his lips hovering near her ear. "Me, soft, never. Get me in the bedroom and I'll show you how hard I can be."

Despite the heaviness of her emotions weighing on her. His playful banter is exactly what she needs at this moment. She appreciates his ability to lighten the mood, even in the midst of her struggles.

13th September, 2023

be alright - acoustic- dean lewis

Rebel's bedroom is a true reflection of its owner - edgy yet sophisticated and classy. It is a room that exudes a sense of style and confidence, with every element carefully curated. The walls are painted white, providing a clean backdrop for the various elements that make up the room. Modern art pieces are placed strategically across the walls. Each piece tells a story, reflecting Rebel's unique taste and individuality.

A black leather bed serves as the centrepiece of the room, with crisp black sheets and plush pillows creating a luxurious and inviting atmosphere. A black velvet chaise lounge sits in the corner, perfect for lounging. On either side of the bed are matching nightstands. One holds a collection of vintage perfume bottles, their labels faded with age but still emitting a faint scent of jasmine and musk. The other is piled high with retro records, their colourful covers adding a splash of vibrancy to the room.

Music is a central part of Rebel's life, and the room is always filled with the sounds of her favourite songs. Opposite the bed is a sleek black dresser, its surface adorned with modern art prints in antique silver frames. The dresser itself is a piece of art, with its smooth, glossy finish reflecting the soft glow of the black candles that sit on top of it. The candles send tendrils of smoke upwards, filling the room with a warm, comforting scent.

Sailor sleeps peacefully in the bed, the soft comforter wrapped around her like a warm embrace. The room is filled with the peaceful sound of her breathing, a stark contrast to the chaos that has consumed their lives recently. Ever since Damien has taken up residency in the pack house, this room has been his home. Rebel begrudgingly chooses to bunk in with Aquarius to make room for the old member of their makeshift family.

Rain watches her sleeping form with a pang of pain rippling through his heart. The soft sunlight filtering through the window illuminates her peaceful face, casting a gentle glow upon her features. She looks so serene, so innocent in her slumber, and yet Rain knows that beneath the surface lies a storm of emotions that he himself has stirred up.

He can't help but feel regret for his behaviour towards her. He knows he has hurt her. Has made her feel less than she truly is, and now he is faced with the consequences of his actions. He has pushed her away.

Damien saunters into the room, his presence only adding to Rain's inner turmoil. "Quite the view, right?" he remarks smugly, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"You deserve this. You made her feel not good enough, so I showed her how real men act," Damien adds, his tone dripping with contempt for Rain's past actions.

Rain hangs his head in shame, realizing the gravity of his mistakes. "I fucked up," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, you really fucked up," Damien agrees, his voice laced with a mix of anger and disappointment.

Before Rain can say anything else, Damien makes his intentions clear. "Now if you excuse me, I have to go pack her stuff. We're leaving, she's going home," Damien declares, his words cutting through the tension in the room like a knife.

Rain heads out the door his heart heavy with regret. The weight of his decisions bore down on him like a heavy cloak, suffocating him with shame. He had lost his best friend, his angel, all because of his own stupidity.

"Damien," Noah calls, his eyes falling on Sailor. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me."

Damien lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Dude you have to let it go, she's not coming back. She was never yours, she's always been his."

"I can't give up." Noah protests, his voice desperate.

Damien pats Noah on the back, giving him a sympathetic look. "Go get Natalie and pack, we're going to be staying at Sailor's."

watch - billie eilish

Sailor has always considered her childhood home to be a place of comfort and solace. The familiar walls, the scent of her mother's cooking, and the sound of her father's laughter have always been a source of warmth for her. But as she stands at the threshold of the front door, tears welling up in her eyes, she realises that everything has changed. The once vibrant home now seems cold and unwelcoming, a stark reminder of the emptiness that now consumes her world.

With trembling hands, Sailor reaches for the key in her pocket. Damien reaches out taking the keys from her. "I'll take your things in, amor. Take your time."

Sailor nods gratefully before leaning against the wall of the house, trying to steady her racing heart. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She has been dreading this moment for weeks. The thought of returning to this house, this place filled with painful memories, makes her stomach turn. But it is necessary. She needs to face her past head-on, and she can't keep running away from it forever.

Sailor opens her eyes to find Noah watching her, his piercing green eyes searching her own. "Hey," Noah says softly, breaking the tense silence between them.

She can't quite bring herself to meet his gaze, feeling a mix of emotions bubbling inside her. "Hey."

"So does this mean we're okay?" Noah asks, his voice full of hope.

Sailor takes a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "You and Natalie will always be two of my best friends," she starts, "but whatever you and I had is gone."

Noah's face falls at her words, disappointment is evident in his expression. "I've just got you back in my life. Do you know how long I've waited for that?"

Sailor's anger flares at his words. "Do you know how long I waited for you at our spot? How long I had waited for you to call and explain?"

Noah leans in, his arm above Sailor's head, his hand gently cupping her chin. "It's us, Sailor. Don't let it go," he pleads, his eyes pleading for her to understand.

"I can't just forget what happened, Noah," Sailor whispers, finally meeting his gaze. "I can't ignore the hurt you caused me."

Noah removes his hand from her chin, his own emotions getting the best of him. "It's because of him, isn't it? It's always been him."

Sailor's heart races as Noah's words sink in. She knows that he's right – the hurt and betrayal she felt when he left without a word still lingers in her heart. But it's not just about the hurt he caused her. It's about the fact that he never gave her closure, never explained why he left or where he went. And now, standing before her, looking at her with those intense green eyes and yet Rain is all she can think about.

It has always been him as if it is written in the stars, a cosmic connection that transcends time and space. Two stars collide in the vast expanse of the universe. It is a cosmic affair, the merging of two souls meant to be together. Their connection is undeniable, like the pull of gravity between celestial bodies. They are two halves of a whole, destined to find each other amidst the chaos of the world.

teardrops - bring me the horizon

With his gun in his hand and fury in his heart, Rain confronts Noah, slamming him against the wall. He presses his gun against Noah's chest. Noah can feel the cold metal against his skin, can see the anger in Rain's eyes, the fierce protectiveness that burns within him. His grip on the gun tightens as the air thickens with the promise of violence.

"Oh speaking of fucking Lucifer." Noah spits.

"I told you, touch her again and I'll kill you," Rain's voice is low and dangerous, his words laced with simmering anger. "This isn't a toxic masculinity thing of marking my territory. You broke her and ruined her chances of letting her fall in love. She deserves love and you don't deserve to be near her."

Noah scoffs, his arrogant smirk never leaving his face. "Like you've treated her any better,"

Rain's jaw tightens at Noah's words, his anger boiling over. "I didn't say I deserved her," he growls, his voice rough with emotion. "But I sure as hell know that you don't deserve her."

Noah's smirk falters slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. He squares his shoulders, trying to appear unaffected by Rain's threats. "You'd break the truce over this?" he taunts, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"For her, absolutely," Rain replies without hesitation, his gaze unwavering. He knows what he's risking by defying the fragile truce that has been established between their gangs. But at this moment, nothing else matters except her.

"Don't, Rain. We need this truce," Sailor pleads, her voice tinged with worry.

"Yes, Rain. Listen to your angel," Noah quips condescendingly, his gaze flickering with amusement.

Rain's fist connects with Noah's face, the impact sending him sprawling to the ground. He can taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth as he slowly pushes himself up, his head swimming from the sudden blow. His arrogance has cost him dearly, and he can see the determination in Rain's eyes as he stands over him, his fists clenched.

"I'd say you deserved that," Natalie chuckles, shaking her head as she looks down at Noah. "Plus we need this truce so we are just going to pretend that never happened."

"Why are you here Rain?" Sailor demands, her voice sharp and unforgiving.

Rain takes a deep breath, his body overwhelmed with remorse and regret. "I'm sorry, Angel. I know sorry doesn't take away my actions but I'm sorry."

"I respect your boundaries. You clearly left to get away from me. I don't want to intrude on your space, I want to give you time. It's just you left the Teddy that your mum brought you at mine," Rain continues, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the worn teddy bear.

Sailor's anger softens slightly at the mention of the teddy bear. It is a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. She accepts the bear from him, cradling it in his arms. "Thank you."

"It will always be you, Angel," Rain promises, his eyes locked on hers. "I'll always choose you."

As Sailor breaks eye contact with him and retreats into her house, Rain stands rooted to the spot, feeling the weight of regret settle heavy in his chest. The look of disappointment in Sailor's eyes replays in his mind, and he knows that regaining her trust will be an uphill battle. For Sailor is not just his best friend; she is his guiding light, his salvation in the darkest of times, a shining star in his dark Abyss. Rain makes a silent promise to himself to never let her go again.

midnight city - m83

It is a cool and breezy afternoon as Sailor stands outside the tattoo shop, her mind still reeling from the events of the past hour. Sky had successfully kidnapped her, a fact that both infuriates and amuses her. Their friendship is a unique one - full of pranks, banter, and unwavering loyalty.

While Sailor often finds Sky's antics exasperating, she knows that his heart is always in the right place. He is the purest of souls, always looking out for her and making sure she is okay. And today, he has gone above and beyond to show her just how much he cares.

"You totally get me," Sailor gushes, her eyes lighting up as she takes in the sight of the shop.

"We thought you'd like it," Rebel professes as she opens the door to the shop.

"I swear if we're not here because you're treating me to a tattoo, I shall be very disappointed," Sailor jokes, though there is a hint of excitement in her voice.

Actually, I am," Sky links his arms around Sailor and Isabella's shoulders. "The queens of Lobos are finally getting their wolves."

The tattoo of a wolf etched on their skin is more than just simple artwork for the members of the gang. It is a symbol of their love and loyalty to one another, a visible representation of their unbreakable connection, their devoted friendship, and their adoring family. Each member wears the tattoo with pride, knowing that it binds them to each other, regardless of the wars they've fought together. The pain and struggle they've endured.

They walk into the shop, greeted with a blast of warm air that carries the distinct scent of antiseptic and ink. The combination is both comforting and exhilarating, a sign that they are about to embark on a new and exciting adventure. The walls of the shop are lined with flash sheets showcasing an array of designs, from bold traditional motifs to delicate watercolour pieces. Sailor's, eyes scan over the intricate artwork.

Each design seems to tell a story, to capture a moment in time or a feeling that words alone can not express. The sound of buzzing tattoo machines fills the room, adding to the excitement and anticipation of getting inked. Sailor can feel the vibrations in her chest, a physical reminder of the transformation that is about to take place. She watches as artists work diligently on their clients, their focused expressions betraying their commitment to their craft. Each artist has their own unique style and flair, from bold, graphic designs to delicate, intricate details.

A woman with vibrant pink hair and tattoos covering her looks up from her work and smiles. "Rebs, Sky, I see you've brought me fresh meat," she calls, her voice smooth and confident. She sets down the tattoo gun she is holding and walks over to them

Sky winks with a flirty smile. "Girls, meet the badest bitch I know, Aurora,"

Aurora is a vision of creativity and beauty. Her flowing, pink hair falls just above her shoulders framing her delicate features. Her green eyes sparkle with an inner fire. Her skin is tanned, smooth and radiant with a dewy finish that seems to emit a natural light. People often comment on how her skin seems to glow from within as if she were lit up from the inside with a soft, ethereal light.

Her curves, with a small waist and full hips, give her a feminine and alluring figure that draws attention wherever she goes. Aurora's body is a canvas that tells the story of her life. Each tattoo is a piece of art that reflects her experiences, struggles, and triumphs. They are a part of her identity, a reflection of the woman she has become.

"Flattery still won't get you anywhere with me," Aurora assures, though there is a hint of amusement in her voice.

"I, my friend, am a changed man," Sky retorts with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, a sly grin playing on his lips.

"Well, she must be quite the woman to tame you," Aurora teases, raising an eyebrow at Sky, who chuckles in response.

"Hmm, Kitten, what do you say? Are you quite the woman?" Sky asks, turning his attention to Isabella, who rolls her eyes at him.

"More Lobos I take it?" Aurora asks.

"Not just any Lobos, Arie," Rebel speaks proudly. "You're looking at Scarlet's daughters."

"Well, I never. The queens of Lobos in the flesh," Aurora exclaims, admiration in her tone. "Who's going first then?"

"I won't be getting it," Isabella speaks up, causing a moment of surprise among the group.

"Why aren't you getting it, Is?" Sailor questions her sister, concerned.

"Lobos is my blood, but it's not the lifestyle for me," Isabella explains, a sense of calm determination in her voice.

"Whatever path you take, you're still one of us," Sky coos, placing a comforting hand on Isabella's waist.

"In that case, I'll go second. Secondborn, second tattooed," Isabella beams with a smile, relieved that they understand and accept her choices.