"Just...don't make any sudden moves."

My eyebrows scrunched together as he said this. No sudden moves? As we got closer to the club entrances, I began to see the line split off into three different lines. "Hey, what're they doin' over there?"

T looked over and gave a little snort. "Checking for weapons".

We walked around those lines to a fourth and T held his wrist up to the guy there. I followed his lead showing the blue counterfeit band T had given me earlier.

We continue our slow pace into the club and make our way to a back corner. There sitting at a booth, are four people, a girl in all pink, a girl wearing a hamburger shirt, a blonde, and a black haired guy drinking a beer. T slides into the booth next to the girl in pink, and props his arm on the seat behind her.

"So you're the newcomer. I don't like you." The blonde says. I cant tell if this person is a girl or a boy, and from the tattoos covering their arms I don't think it would be smart of me to ask.

"You smell like disaster." The girl in pink says. All of them, with the exception of T, are scowling at me or looking pissed off. The girl in the hamburger shirt just snorts when we make eye contact, and T finally decides to save me from this awkward train wreck. "Grab a chair and sit down."

I grab a chair from a nearby table and turn it around straddling the back. The dark haired boy leaned forward, eyes hard and trained on T. "Titus why'd you bring this shit here?"

T scowls at the use of his full name, but chuckles. My patience however, is about to diminish. I haven't even said a word yet and these people are already treating me like I kicked their dog. But you know what... I take a deep breath through my nose and say "He brought me here, because I asked him too."

Everyone at the table turns their head towards me and just stares.

"He's got balls," hamburger shirt girl smirks while sitting back in her chair "I like him". Everyone looks towards her incredulously and she just rolls her eyes. "Names Genave, just call me Gen"

I nod and give a little smile. "Markus." Gen gives me a quick once over before turning to the group. "Me and Markus'll be back." and without further explanation grabs my arm and leads me to the dance floor.

After dancing for a couple songs, Gen starts to look hotter and hotter to me. Grabbing her waist, I nibbled on her neck a little before I whisper "Wanna go somewhere?". She giggles and lets me lead her further to the back. As things become more heated, and less pg-13 the dark haired guy from before taps me.

He looks to Gen and says "We're leaving in five." and walks away.

Gen looks at me before saying "We should probably go. He WILL leave us here."

I grab hold of her before pulling her against me. "Is that really a bad thing? I mean were having such a good time."

She nods before pulling me after her. I begrudgingly go. "What's up with them anyway?"

"Nothing. We just don't deal with outsiders very well." she shrugs. I snort. "Just a bunch of pricks to me." She suddenly whips around to face me, her finger dangerously close to my eye and her grip on my wrist becoming a vice. "Don't you ever say anything like that about us again. You don't know half the abuse we've gone through."

She turns back around and stomps forward leaving me behind. I chase after her and stand in front of her. "Babe. I'm sorry. 'Kay? I didn't know." She rolls her eyes but grabs my hand again, and leads me out the door. We stand at the entrance for a minute and as I'm about to ask her what we're doing a sleek black car pulls up, and the door opens.

"Get in, losers." the girl in pink says with a smirk. I roll my eyes at her reference, but get in nonetheless. The ride to wherever we were going was quiet, and boring. The only thing keeping me occupied was the girl on my lap, scrolling through Instagram. When we finally get out the car we've stopped at someone's house. Gen leads me towards the door, following behind the group, and the blonde with the tattoos opens the door. Being the last through the door, I close it.

Gen leads me towards the living room and pushes me onto the couch. She then follows landing on me. "You better not fuck on my couch!" someone calls out. I cackle out loud before calming down. "No promises, mate!" I call back.

Gen laughs before she gets up and sits next to me. How'd I get here, sitting next to this gorgeous girl? T and the blonde come out to plop down on the couch next to us. The black haired guy comes out the kitchen with a beer, and stands in front of us.

I speak before he does. "I still don't know you guy's names." They all look towards me. "Tj. T's brother." says the blonde. I look at T accusingly "Why you no tell me you have brother?" he shrugs and continues with his cigarette. I turn back to Tj and say my name. Gen gets up, and leaves the room. The girl in pink wrapped up on T says her name is Lola and I point between her and T. They look at each other before she looks away and burst out laughing before screaming "FUCK NO!" T just rolled his eyes with a full smirk on his face. I look at him and he raises his eyebrows twice and I get the message.

They're fuck friends. I turn to the last guy with black hair. "What about you bucko?" I say as I stand with the intention to go into the kitchen. Next thing I know, I've got a gun pointed at my heart.

"Woah! What the fuck?!" I say while my hands move to the side of my head in a defensive posture. At this moment Gen comes back from wherever she went and says "Goddammit! James always does the fun stuff when I'm gone!" T laughs and stands up before clapping his hand on my shoulder. "I told you no sudden movements man."

I throw my hands down and continue my way into the kitchen. I need a drink. How'd I even get here again? Oh right, I asked to be here. Once in the kitchen, I go straight to the fridge. I suddenly hear T's voice. "Mark, man, look this a'int no regular group of friends. We all heathens here. You'd never know the murderer sitting next to you, was Gen. You'd never know James was a psychopath. Just.." he takes a deep breath and runs his hands over his face before looking back to make sure no one was listening.

"Look man, I don't know why you came here. You and I both know you should've just stayed home, but since you're here just... take it slow. And after all I've said, man, don't forget all my friends are heathens."

What is he going on about? Take what slow? I take a gulp of the beer now in my hands and begin to make my way out the kitchen but just as I'm passing T, he grabs my shoulder. "When you go back in there you're gunna have some weird people sitting next to you-"

"Okay man! I get it! You're bad people. Maybe I wanna be one too." We stare at each other for a second before I continue back into the living room and sit next to Gen.

"Watch it..." a new voice growls. I look over to my right and a black bald guy is there glaring at me.

"And who might you be?" I ask rather boldly. I guess T's warning has got me all riled up.

"A freak show." the guy replies. "Just call him freak. The rest of us do." Lola shrugs. Freak just grunts before standing up.

"I'm Mark." the guy nods. Then he heads towards the door "Lets go guys." We all get up and follow him outside to a shiny black pick-up truck. Him and the girls actually get in the truck, while the rest of us ride in the tail.

"Well Mark.." the guy who held the gun at me - James- says. I look at him expectantly though he never finishes his sentence. He just continues to stare at me, going over my every detail seemingly. The ride overall was quiet and peaceful and sooner than anticipated do we arrive at our destination.

An old looking building with no lamps on stands deserted across the street from where we parked. As were making our way to it Gen finds herself wrapped around my arm. When we enter the building i look around to see that its just an empty room with a few chairs and spray paint all over the walls. Everyone goes to sit so I just follow their lead.

"Upstairs there's a gang of 'activities' for us to do. But before we start you all know what we must do."

They all nod and James appears with a box. He goes to T with it and T pulls out a revolver and one bullet. Once everyone, including me, has a gun, Freak begins to talk again.

"Brothers and Babes. Welcome to the room of people who have rooms of people that they loved one day, docked away." he says.

They all immediately follow his statement with their own. "Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades." Okay their weird is showing.

They put the bullet in the revolver and spin it then pass it to the person on their left. I end up with James' gun.

"Aim..." Freak calls out. Everyone brings their gun up and points it toward another. Tj's gun is pointed at me. Mine is pointed at Freak.

"Fire!" I pull the trigger and hear one bullet go off. Looking around though none seem to be hurt.

"Seems like the newcomer ain't scared a no bullet." Tj says.

"Oh so you guys don't do this for casualty?" I asked, placing my gun back in the box that was being passed around.

"Course we do. You just got lucky."

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We'd all been upstairs, kicking it for about twenty minutes before everything went to shit. Gen and I had been doing some sexy-time-fun-things when all of a sudden I felt Gen slump in my arms and heard the bang of a bullet. Next thing I know she was taken from me and laid on the ground by James. He then grabbed my arm, and pulled me up to him, rounded his other arm around my waist, and kissed me just as I had with Gen a few moments ago.

That was four months ago. Since then Gen's body has been found and the gang and I have been on the run because it's only a matter of time before it's traced back to us. James has only become more possessive over me and I, just kind of, go along with it.

Today is Sunday and we're all at a motel. James and I share a room but at this particular moment James is not here. I'm awakened by loud banging at my door and when I open it T barges into the room and locks the door behind him before going to every window and shutting the curtains tightly.

"Yo, man, what's going on?" I ask.

T turns to me and says:

I tried to warn you just to stay away,

And they're outside ready to bust,

It looks you might be one of us...

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A/N : Just in case you don't understand who 'they' are at the end, 'they 'are the police.

By the way, I've been staring at the word they for so long, that now it doesn't even look like a word to me.