"FRESH DO YOU KNOW WHERE I PUT MY HAMMER?"

Fresh looked up from his current activity, cleaning the blood off of his axe, and looked towards the other. He had on a backward cap being a bright and vibrant color as he had shades saying YOLO on them. he had a bandana around his neck that had the bottom half of a skeleton's skull. he had bright, colored hoodie on as well, even wore some fingerless gloves. He had jeans, a dark shade of navy blue with combat boots on. on his back was a sword, red with a frog's head and eyes glowing a soft yellow light, in its scabbard from previously being cleaned already. His axe was big, a skull at where the blade and hilt meet at with small accents of blue here and there on the weapon itself. The other had short brown and brown eyes. Her gas mask was on top of her head as they were a deep forest green color with lenses that were tinted a yellow color. She wears a green and yellow striped sweater as it was covered in blood lightly. She had on some skinny jeans, knee pad and elbow pads on as they also wore boots. "Trash how did you even loose that hammer," Fresh answers to the frantic woman. "I had it right here!" She looked around again and soon found it behind where she was sitting before. she smiles widely and picked it up. the hammer was, in fact huge, being decorated with silver lining and at the edges. the main color being blue and gold.

Trash soon turn her head to face a woman with a sniper rifle at hand and looking through the scoop. She had long, black hair, beautiful really, and violet eyes, narrowed. Her jacket white and accented with silver and lavender. Her black and silver skirt was up to the bottom of her thighs with leggings underneath, decorated with lavender rhombuses on the outside. She also had on dress shoes as she was kneeling near an opening in the wall. "Hey Fuuki, got anything," trash asked making Fuuki turn her head to look at the other and shaking her head. "No nothing so far, stop asking after every 30 seconds."
"Oh yeah, I forgotten sorry!"
Fuuki looks through the scope again and her eyes widens seeing two people walking up to the building they are occupying in. "Trash, Fresh, two people are walking this way," she said, an urgent tone was in her voice as trash smiles widely and taking her hammer. "Finally someone we can try and beat up," she cheers a bit as Fresh takes his axe and crack a few of his joints before looking at Trash and reminding her to try and keep them alive which has a reply of a muffled laugh. "We will this time, no doubt about it!"
"I hope youre right, Trash."
"You two go onto the field, ill cover you up here."
"Okay Fuuki!"
And down the two of them went, as they ready themselves for a fight.
•°•°•
"Jay, are you sure this is the right place? I dont even think it was here," says a man as they both walked towards a building that is allegedly the building where they have hang most of the time. The area around the building was like a ghost town so they might be safe for now. The man had a dirty silver hair color, strands of hair in front. He had his navy blue bandana around his neck with preperscripted, red tainted, glasses framing his silver eyes. He worn a blue jacket, zipped up, with silver boxes for pockets and decoration to the shoulders, his pistol in his pocket and a shotgun, you know the ones that shoot more than one bullet at once, on his back. His jeans were frayed at the bottom with shoes a navy blue color. "Pft, dont worry Kris. This is it!" Jay exclaimed. She was the same as ever only with a half mask covering her face from the nose up. "Wow, they sure have kept the place nice," Kris rolls his eyes a bit as they continue walking forward. Jay laughs a bit causing the other to laugh as well. "Well it is abandoned now since that law of no partying."
"Did you know Thompson Will is going to make another law saying we can't go against trial now even if we're innocent pretty soon?"
Jay gasps loudly "are you serious?" She gets an answer of a nod. "God damn it. And the people say theyre for the best. Ha, theyre for the best my ass!" Soon Jay stopped walking causing Kris to stop and turn to look at the werewolf. "Jay, is something wro-"
Boom. Gunshot. The bullet whizzed passed Kris's head as the air echoed the gunshot for a while. 'Shit' Kris thiught to himself as he looks for a place to take cover. He soon found a stone well and ran behind it, telling Jay to follow along with. Boom. Another gunshot followed with some shouting that couldn't be translated clearly. "Hey Kris," Jay begins as kris took out his shotgun and loading it, "do you think it's the rest of the family?" This caused the man to stop for a second. "We dont know for sure. If they keep us alive wven after beating us up then they might. For now, we gotta fight, though we should keep them alive just in case." With that, Jay's right eye starts glowing red as a blue jay canon appears in her hands and smiles widely. "Ready?" Kris nodded and they both start running towards the building as they both start shooting towards where the shooting came from.

Seconds later, Kris was knocked down to the ground by someone. Jay looked back at Kris and her eyes widens. She gotta help Kris! She was about to aim the canon at the man who oddly looked like Fresh to only be hit by a hammer and be sent back from the building a few feet (or meters) away from where Kris was at. She got up and looked at the one who hit her. "Hey there, you look a lot like Jay." The attacker said, smile wide causing Jay herself to smile widely and weapon to disappear. "TRASH!! IT'S ME," Jay shouted happily and hugging the other tightly. This took trash a while to process what was going on, but then smiled and hugged Jay just as tight. "JAY WE MISSED YOU!"

Kris had just gotten his attacker off of him as he aims his shotgun at Fresh, so far not yet realizing it was him. "You dont belong here." He said, wow his voice is like Fresh's. "The same could go for you." The supposed imposter charges towards at Kris, catching him off guard, as he blocks a blow from the other's axe with his gun. Kris cussed under his breath, "I just gotten this fixed dammit." Kris kicks the 'imposter' away from him and takes out his pistol and starts shooting at the other, him running circles around him. Soon his hand was hit by a bullet causing him to drop his pistol and screaming curses. He held his hand as it starts gushing out blood.
The silver haired man looked up and sees the 'imposter' about to strike till someone's weapon stopped the ax, the sharpest tip just inches (centimeters) away from his face. He looked up at the person who stopped the and was dumbstrucked as he sees Jay running up to the 'imposter' and hugging them happily screaming, "Fresh we've missed you!" Fresh hugs Jay back smiling to sson have that smile be wiped away as he realizes who he was fighting. "Kris, I am so sorry broski, didnt realize it was you till now." At this point, Trash was hugging the living shit out of Kris who was trying to not get any blood on the enthusiastic woman. "Dont worry about it. Its my hand you should be sorry for."
"Oh Fuuki was the one who was shooting earlier," Trash stated as she tried to hide her laughter. Jay starts skipping in as Fresh follows behind. Trash takes a look at Kris's hand and somehow magically have a first aid kit in between them. "Lets go in and ill patch that hand up for you," Trash smiles as she starts walking in with Kris close behind.
•°•°•
Kris and Jay sat near a fire as Fuuki continued looking out the building for anybody coming. Kris had just gotten his bleeding hand patched up as Jay told the story of how she found the other within a few sentences. "So then, I saw a movement in the shadow so I walked up to the thing and Kris tackled me. Yeah we fought, but after i started screaming 'PUTA MIERDA PERRA TONRA BRUTA PEDAZO DE CACA'," she stopped and laughed for a small while before continuing. "He stopped and hugged me tightly. At first I was confused as fuck till i realize when I heard his voice, I hugged him to death! So that's how we found each other after this place went down and few years later." "Oh! We should've went there Fuuki!" Trash exclaims to the gunswoman as she looks back at the other and shook her head. "It was farther than here. We wouldn't make it there till the next two mornings," she explained as she continues looking through the scope.

"So now that you guys are here, chill for a while. We're looking for everyone else currently but we are just settling for the night here. Might make it homebase even, that is if Fuuki decided to stay," Fresh calmly states as he lays down and up against a wall as if starting to fall asleep right there.

"We are going to stay here. Others might come here sooner or later this year," Fuuki responds to Fresh's comment. To Trash's surprise, she smiled widely and hugged the sniping woman tightly. "I knew it you are a teddy bear on the inside!" "I AM NOT A TEDDY BEAR!" Trash and Fuuki argues for a while longer than needed as Jay and Kris ventures through the old building that they once was home to them and the others. They checked the rooms to see them still as neat as ever but one bed. They suspected that one of the three slept here before hand and didn't bother to clean up after their own messes. "50 bucks says that Trash slept in here," Jay betted and Kris gave her a face. "You know we dont even have 15 and yet we managed through snack bars and small water bottles." Jay shrugs "its fun though to bet." Kris sighs and was about to start walking away till they hear a toilet flushing. Jay made her canon appear and Kris taking out the second pistol he had in his pocket and both pointed at the bedroom door, getting ready to fire.
After what seemed like minutes, the figure finally emerges from the bathroom and looked straight at both Jay and Kris and smiles widely, mask covering the bottom half of his face of blood pouring out of its mouth with his shirt off showing a poorly wrapped bandage over his chest. He had his grey like white jeans on with black boots untied on him. His face was pixelated at some places as well as one of his shoulder and eyes an amber brown and hair being white but slowly fading into a blonde color. He just stares at Jay and Kris and smiles widely. "Heya Kris, heya Jay," he greeted and the canon disappears from sight as he went to hug the shirtless man. "Helix! Wazzup! Its been a while," Jay smiles widely as Kris mumbles something and went to where they were previously. "How did yiu get here and how did you not get Fuuki, Fresh, and Trash know you were here," Jay questioned and Helix replying with something simple. "Easy, I go through the window when they all are asleep."
Soon a scream could be heard as well as fast footsteps. Trash ran into the room and practically tackle hug Helix tightly. "HELIX OH MY GOD I MISSED YOU!"
"I missed you too, but next time dont run and tackle me, it hurts a bit"
Trash looks down at Helix's chest and gasps "what happened?!"
"Nothing i swear"
Jay soon shouts "Im still here"
Trash stops hugging Helix and brought him to where the others are at with Jay grabbing his ripped shirt and jacket with.
•°•°•
Thompson Will sat in his office within the dark as he stares out at the black tinted windows. In his hand was a wine glass with white wine within the glass. He had a strong facial structure, clean shave. His hair a dark red color and eyes a mix between silver and green. He wore a cashmere sweater with an Apollo under and kakhis with dress shoes being neatly tied and clean.
There was a knock at the door. "Mr. Will," someone from outside the room called. "Come in" he said, his voice deep and soothing like. A staff member and one other person walked into the room just as he turned around to face shilouets of the two. "Ah, i have a job for you," he said as he points towars one of the shilouets. "I want you to find this person here in this picture. Think you could manage?" The shilouet that was pointed at nodded. "Shouldnt be a problem. The problem is how much are you willing to pay?"
"Depends how alive they are."
They nodded a bit "alright then. I shall get going." They turned around but was stopped by Thompson. "Bring them back anyway possible, no matter how gruesome they look or feel."
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A/N: Well what do you know, over 2000 words (exactly 2321 words excluding this A/N). Now in all honesty, this was easier to think up of than it is for the prolog. Oh boy, that might be a problem on my part. HAH! Anyways, hope you enjoy this! (Kris, i know i told you i might need to post it up next week but this is actually a miracle. A bloody Australian Christmas miracle.)