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lou-is-creative · 3 years

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Unpredictable (pt11)

ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: 6 Underground

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Four/Billy // Eight/???

ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ: Four/Billy x male!Oc

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 10: Play by the rules

ꜱᴏɴɢ: Bishop briggs - white flag

𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥!

AN: Pic isn’t mine

Crinkled bedsheets, head buried in his pillow. Bare skin against soft fabric and the faint scent of him. It was peace and it was safety, and it was comfort.

Eight twisted slightly. He titled his head to the side, eyes still closed. He was awake for a while now. But he refused to open his eyes. His abdomen rested on the mattress while his arms were crossed under the pillow he was holding. Only his lower body was covered by the white blanket, but he was too lazy to pull it up.

The room next door seemed just as peaceful as his. Seemed, because within one of the two persons laying on the bed, there was no peace at all. Fours eyes were opened. He was staring at the ceiling. His thoughts were rambling through his head.

There he was, laying right next to a beautiful woman who rested her head on his chest, peacefully sleeping, and still, he couldn't stop thinking about the boy next door. The boy whom he went outside with in the night, the boy who made him laugh all the time. The boy who became his best friend, although they didn't know each other for long yet.

Thinking about it, about him, Four got awfully aware of the fact that he actually didn't know his friend at all. And he didn't know him. They didn't know each other’s names and they didn't know the shit they've been through. Why was Eight this good with knives? Why did One call him a good driver? Why did he choose this car? Why did he live with his grandparents? And why was he so encouraged to end this mission so fast? Was it something personal?

"Billy?"

Amelia's voice was soft but it struck him out of nowhere. He blinked and turned his head to her so he could face her.

"Since when are you wearing that?"

She asked confused and Billy looked down on himself, realizing that he hadn't undressed as he came back inside. He was still wearing Eights Hoodie which was a little tight for his taste and height. And he was still in his boxershorts.

"I went to the bathroom in the night and fell asleep like this again."

He lied as he looked down on himself. Amelia stroked over the fabric, thinking a little.

"I've never seen this one on you. It looks quite new as well."

She played with the rim of the pullover, revealing a little bit of Billy’s stomach.

"It's uhm, I just grabbed it, I guess. Maybe it's Eights and it fell out of his bag. I should return it."

The girl looked at him, a brow raised.

"Why would it be in your wardrobe then?"

"I... threw all the clothes I had into the wardrobe again so my room would be clean. This must have been a mistake. Must have grabbed it along with other stuff and just threw it inside the wardrobe."

He mumbled and sat up, rubbing his eyes a little and yawning.

Amelia scanned him and sat up too, holding the blanket up to cover her body.

"Where are my clothes?"

She asked and Billy blinked shortly before he realized that she wanted him to search for them. And so he did, collecting all the items he could find.

While Amelia got dressed, the blonde man grabbed a shirt, fresh boxers and pants to do the same.

It was quiet between them. At least until Five stood up.

"So... What are we?"

She asked unsurely while she fixed her hair. Four turned around, one brow raised.

"Human?"

He asked back and Five scoffed while shaking her head.

"No, I mean, what's between us, what... are... we?

"Ah that's what you mean."

Four said, turning back to face his wardrobe. His heart sank right into his pants as he bit his lip. What could possibly be the correct answer? The one where both of them were happy?

"We are friends, right?"

He paused for a second.

"I don't want this to change anything between us."

Unsurely, he turned around to face her again. Just to realize, that whatever the right answer would have been, it wasn't his. Amelia looked a little hurt. She definitely wasn't happy. But before Billy had to come up with something to fix it, someone knocked on the door.

"Hey Four, you wanna go get groceries with me?"

It was Eight. Fours eyes lit up. Never had someone opened a door faster than the blonde in that particular moment.

"Groceries?"

He asked and grinned at Eight. He looked at him for a while, taking everything in, every detail about the small boy with the slim but yet muscular figure. He was wearing a pullover today. A dark blue pullover with a small rose printed on the left side of his chest.

"Yeah, I just wanted to grab some food to realize that there was no food to grab. I asked One about it and he told me to get some, so that's kinda what I'm doing now."

Eights left hand nervously fumbled on the skin on his neck.

"And I was curious whether you'd accompany me?"

His soft voice was different today. He sounded a little more... how do I describe it? Tender? But Four didn't mind the sudden change of sound. He just nodded.

"Of course, I'm totally in!"

It still is a mystery to everyone, why Four never really noticed how relieved Eight looked. A cheeky smile spread over his lips, not paying enough attention to notice how Amelia was watching every second of their interaction. To be fair, Four had already forgotten about her.

"Great, meet me at the car, I'll be installing the new licence plate."

The moment ended as fast as it had begun and Four was pulled back into reality by the hand of a woman on his shoulder.

"Seems like your definition of friendship isn't a very common one, isn't it?"

Amelia’s eyes focused on his, pinning him down in the moment, making him weak. He hadn't experienced a glare like this ever since he joked about Eights height as he first met him. It was quite funny how he still remembered his stare more clearly than anything else. How his amber eyes had him pinned against the wall, losing his breath for as long as their eyes locked. All of the sudden, Four had this warm feeling inside of his chest, his hands were tingling.

Must be her, he thought to himself before grinning and pulling her close.

"I said I didn't want us to change. But Friends and... close Friends is something different, isn't it?"

Amelia held her breath for a second.

"I'll be back."

Four winked at her and walked out happily, leaving his 'close friend' alone in his room.

Eight was walking around in the kitchen with Two. Together they both seemed to figure out what to buy.

"Oh, what about alcohol? I think we could use some?"

"Eight, we do have enough alcohol here. Focus on what we have written down and don't buy any more or less than that."

"But it already looks like we have to buy enough stuff to survive an apocalypse? Why not get a little alcohol as well?"

Eight asked, leaning on the kitchen counter.

"I agree."

Four contributed as he was walking into the room, smirking a little. Eight turned around slightly, throwing his friend a cocky smirk back.

"Buy what we need, not more, not less. Understood?"

Two, who held the money they required in her hands, looked at the two younger men with the glare she was well known for. Eight sighed and stretched a little before he gave in.

"Understood."

As soon as Two handed the money to him, she already saw this going downhill. She had had her doubts about the two of them going without supervision and the smile on Fours face just proved her right.

"Play by the rules. We have a lot to lose."

She warned them before they walked out of the door. The half-hearted 'Yeah' from both of them worried her, but not to the point where she would have stopped them.

Three, who had been watching her handle the two young ghosts, wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek softly.

"You'd make a decent mother."

He said and Two scoffed, not knowing whether she'd like to kill him or to kiss him. But she often struggled with this particular question if she was being honest.

Eight and Four were already sitting in the car.

"It's even nice from the inside!"

Four exclaimed excitedly while brushing his fingers over the leather seat. Eight smirked proudly.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool, isn't it? It costed me a lot of money but it was so worth it."

The younger put the keys down and buckled his seatbelt before he started the car and made a sharp U-turn to rush off into the city. Four laughed, adrenaline rushing through his veins as Eight sped up more and more. The music blasting over the speakers was only increasing their feeling of absolute power. They felt unstoppable, mighty and free. They felt like two teens who finally managed to get away from their toxic households.

As soon as a street was remotely visible, Eight had to reduce the speed drastically. They didn't want to get caught. Four turned down the volume of the music, grinning at Eight and Eight grinned back. They might be two adult men, but they were as lost in the moment as two teenage boys who finally found their freedom.

"That was so fucking cool!"

Four exclaimed as he looked at his new best friend.

"That was nothing!"

Eight started laughing a little before he turned his head to face the street. His navigation system was on mute, he only looked at it from time to time to take the right road.

"What do you mean, nothing?"

Four asked interested and leaned back while looking at Eight.

"Can you go faster?"

Eight nodded and smiled. He seemed to be remembering something.

"I don't know if I am allowed to tell you, so we are going to exchange some information. I will know something about you and you about me, deal?"

Fours smile turned into a big grin much faster than he could comprehend the complete meaning of the sentence.

"Okay, you go first!"

The words spilled from Eights lips quickly. Probably because he was still unsure whether this was a good idea to begin with. Four let out a soft hum while thinking about the information he was about to give to his friend. The low voice of his combined with the vibrations caused by the hum itself had Eights body shiver of a second. He enjoyed the feeling a lot. Maybe even a little too much for his own taste. Shallowly, he stroked over his arm to calm his nervous skin.

"As I was about sixteen, I had started with parkour running and I had been skateboarding for more than ten years by then."

Eight nodded shortly before he started to grin slightly.

"I have never seen you skateboarding but judging from the number of years you have been doing it, I assume that you are really good..."

"How old do you think I am?"

"About twenty-two? How old do you think I am?"

"I honestly don't know. I would say about nineteen or twenty, not older."

Silence spread, neither of them knew whether they should reveal their age or not.

"I'm nineteen, but I'll be twenty soon."

Eight started as he took a deep breath. It felt right to open up a little. To allow the bond that was between them to grow. For most of his life, Eight had been lying about almost everything to almost everyone. He had never been the kind of person someone would like to be friends with. Simply because he didn't want to be that person. He had always been an asshole to everyone he met, ever since he was little. Afraid of losing people who treated him well.

Four looked at his friend for a while, not really knowing why he felt so special to be the one receiving this information. Maybe it was because the boy didn't seem to be a person who was bluntly nice and trusting to everyone he had ever met. Maybe it came from Fours inner desire to get to know the man- or boy, as it was now confirmed- better than anyone else.

"I'm twenty-three by now."

As the blonde eyed his friend and driver, he could swear that he saw those amber eyes light up a little. And it felt right. It felt right to tell him.

"You owe me a childhood story."

He then exclaimed and chuckled as he turned away, looking out the window.

"Ah right, nearly forgot about that. Uhm I have been driving since I was little. My grandpa taught me as I was ten and signed me up for child races. I quickly developed good driving skills and found joy in doing what I was doing. Especially since I could earn some money at a young age. Oh, look at that. A supermarket!"

It ended as quickly as it began and Four knew he had no chance to ask for more information. It was more than he expected to get anyways, although he wished it would have been more than that. But Eight was pulling the car over to park and the blonde unbuckled his seatbelt before getting out as soon as the car had stopped. The raven haired quickly followed and got the money and the list from the backseat. Doing the groceries for seven adult people was weird to say the least. Both of the boys grabbed a shopping cart and walked into the store.

"Are we being responsible or not?"

Four asked curiously as Eight pulled his hood over his head. The other just shrugged, a slight smirk forming on his lips.

"Do you want to be responsible?"

He asked before he started putting stuff in the cart that they would need. Four just laughed a little, pushing his hand in his pocket.

"I never liked being responsible."

"Good. I see we think alike."

Although the two of them had agreed on not being responsible, they managed to buy everything they needed. And stuff they didn't necessarily need. Like Energy drinks, Alcohol and cigarettes. And pudding of course. The cashier was looking at them as if they were crazy. She jokingly even asked what they were buying this much food for.

"See, our parents think that the apocalypse is close. We are just trying to survive."

Eight answered and Four had to hold back a laugh while putting all of the stuff back in the two shopping carts. The cashier, who now looked even more disturbed than before, just silently continued doing her job. It's needless to say that she was visibly relieved as the two guys left her store.

As soon as they were outside, Four and Eight started laughing loudly.

"That was brilliant!"

Four exclaimed while wiping a tear of laughter out of his face. Eight shook his head as he unlocked his car.

"Have you seen the look on her face?"

He asked and they broke out in laughter again while putting all of the stuff they had in the back of the car.

"Dude, she legitimately looked like we were about to sacrifice her to Satan."

"Well maybe that would have stopped the apocalypse?"

Eight placed the last bag of food in the car and made sure that nothing would break. He didn't want to risk dirtying his car.

Four was returning the shopping carts to their place before taking his next to the raven haired in the car. He closed the door and looked at him.

"What are we going to do now?"

He asked, and his voice was a mixture of disappointment and sadness. He didn't want this little journey to end just there. Eight on the other hand didn't look remotely sad. More like he was up to something.

"Trust me."

He said as he started the car and drove off. A million questions popped up in Fours head but before he decided which to ask, Eight had already stopped the car again.

"You wait here."

The blonde couldn’t even start to complain because the raven haired had already left. They were standing in front of a huge electronic store and it took about half an hour until he saw his friend again. Eight was carrying a huge bag and he was smiling like a complete idiot.

And while Four desperately tried to figure out what the other was carrying, the bag was already on the backseat and Eight on the driver’s seat again.

"What did you buy?"

"A PlayStation."

Fours eyes grew bigger and bigger.

"You must be joking!"

But the other just grinned while looking at him. Without wasting time on thinking his actions through, the blonde pulled him into a hug while mumbling an endless row of thank you's. Eight hesitated shortly, but gave in and wrapped his arms around the taller and laid his head on his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of comfort.

The moment ended quickly and as Four let go, he was still smiling. This time it were his eyes that were all lit up.

"Let's get home fast from now on so we can get started, hm?"

Eight grinned and his friend couldn't have agreed more.

It was somewhat evening as they arrived at home. One was already waiting for them in front of the headquarter. His arms were crossed, and his facial expression told them about everything.

"Hurry inside. bring the groceries with you."

Four and Eight exchanged looks but obeyed. One probably finished the planning for their next mission and wanted to make sure that everyone would be ready to listen. Including the two boys who'd rather be playing PlayStation than do just that.

Standing all together, Eight couldn’t help but notice the nasty look of Five, who was -according to the hate in her eyes- trying to kill him with her stare.

“Hey Four,”

Eight whispered, nudging his friend’s shoulder softly.

“Hm?”

Four hummed back and gave the other a questioning look.

“I think Five wants me dead.”

The moment the blonde turned around to face Five, he could only agree. Never had he seen the tender woman throw anyone a look like that. It was almost like he could feel the anger pierce his heart. Eight must feel horrible.

“Why does she look at you like that?”

“Four, Eight, you’ve had your play time for today. Shut up and pay attention!”

One’s voice was firm, almost angry which made both of them stop talking and pay attention to the important things. The pinboard, for example.

“Our next mission…”

The leader tapped on a name on the board.

“is James Thomson.”

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x-mentalia · 6 years

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Name: Josephine (Jo)

Country: Venice

Alias (Optional):

Pronouns:any (female appearance)

Age:19

Species (Mutant/Human): Mutant

Group (X-Men/Brotherhood/Civilians/Government):Brotherhood

Appearance (1-2 Paras): 5’6”, dark skin with light brown/amber eyes, shaggy hair about shoulder length, usually barefoot or killer boots, there’s no inbetween. Prefers to wear loose clothes in layers, but nothing that would hinder their movement. Nails are kept short and uniform, everything about them screams ‘fuck off’. Athletic, with some sculpted curves, but not bulky. Would most likely be considered punk in muggle terms. Has a habit of messing with their untamed hair and/or biting their lip.

Face Claim (OCs must answer): Ruby Rose

Personality ( 1-2 Paras with 3 Strengths and 3 Weaknesses ): Jo is a chaotic good, fuck da police kind of person. She has a strong sense of direction when it comes to moral and ethical decisions, head over heart. They’re a pacifist, despite their abrasive demeanor, which is useful in high-stress situations. Despite inner feelings and/or motivations, Jo’s witty sarcasm is annoyingly frequent to the point of obscene. They also distinctly lack a filter when irritated, though that tends to happen once in a blue moon. Jo’s biggest personal obstacle is no self worth, which can make her take on (both physically and emotionally) more than they should.

Backstory (2-3 Paras): Grew up with both of their parents, but hated conforming to norms and having to fit in with everyone. Jo dislikes people who follow the rules blindly, because ignorant is the worst thing a person can be. They’re an only child of an influential family, but despised the pampering her parents gave her early on. She grew up sheltered from anything ‘bad’ happening outside their house, which only made her resolve to make a difference for those less fortunate strengthen. At the age of seven she meet Iliad, a girl from the house down the road, and they became fast friends- with a catch. Jo was a mutant, and Iliad soon became the only person in her life that didn’t make her feel like the freak her parents kept hidden. At the age of sixteen, Josephine was alone again. Because she was a freak, and no one let the monsters have a happy ending. Or so it was before she chose to become more than what people said she could be. Mutant Questions

Ability: Empathetic connections/minor manipulation (can sense feelings, and can change the intensity of more primal ones [lust/love, hate/loathing,etc]

Drawbacks/Limits of the ability:Can only use with permission or if a deeply personal bond (not necessarily romantic) is already in place (can also be extreme hatred for the specific person, such as an abuser to the abusee (essentially non-passive))

Lit Writing Sample: (backstory snapshot) At first, it was dark. Nothing but complete and total emptiness. Voices seemed to ebb and flow like waves in my head. Painful, mind numbing, soul crushing waves. That’s not normal, even for MY standards. I will myself to open my eyes. Blinding, searing white light stuns me for a moment and I screw my eyes shut. Is this some sort of hellish hangover? A moment passes, and I try again. Success! I don’t revel in this victory though. A man, large and imposing, laughs a few feet away from me.

“The girls finally awake, guess we didn’t kill her after all!”

“No, but in a minute you’ll wish you had,” I growl at him.

“Feisty,” another man, not much smaller than the first, comes into view from a door on the right. “Not like that lil brat we grabbed yesterday…”

Involuntarily, my hands clench. Or, at least they would have if the stainless steel restraints hadn’t prevented them. “Where’s Iliad? What did you do to her?” I have to keep my cool, stay calm, keep alert, stay focused…

The first man stands up and leers down at me. I hate that look. A look that bodes ill for the receiver; a look of complete and total loathing. “Iliad,” he spit her name out like bile, “didn’t get anything she didn’t deserve from supporting you freaks.”

“You’re the freak! She was innocent of everything except being a decent person!”

The second man yanks my hair, forcing my neck to be exposed to the other man, and hisses, “Anyone who thinks you monsters deserve to live loses the right to be called human.”

Fuck no. Fuck this. Fuck all of them. I just want Iliad. I have to buy time, that’s the only way I can get out of this. I hate being so useless. Thinking quickly, I reach into the first man’s subconscious. Rage, check. Bloodlust, unsurprising. Hatred, duh… I keep searching for anything, the smallest hope for getting out of this with Iliad.

Fear? That’s… shocking. If they truly saw me as less than human, then fear shouldn’t be there… unless…

“You’re just scared!”

“…what?” How literate, I’m swooning.

“You know I’m better than you! I can see it, this room is just LACED with fear. Gods, it’s a shame I can feed off fear.” pleasetakethebait, pleasetakethebait, pleasetakethebait…

The men shuffle nervously, sharing looks between them. Score!

“Sucks you had to take the one thing I hold closest to my heart. I almost pity you, you guys have NO idea what you’ve gotten yourselves into.”

As I talk, it’s clear they have no experience in this whole ‘hostage situation’ thing. I didn’t need my empathy link to see the uncertainty rising in their faces.

“How about this,” I speak flippantly, hoping my false bravado is enough, “you give me back my one and only friend in this cruel place, and I forget this ever happened.”

The man that was once behind me, now a foot away and to the left, opposite of the door… focus. He has a questioning look on his face, fearful now. Just a little more and I have them sold.

“However, if I find out Iliad is gone…” this time, the threat my tone was real.

Suddenly, the air was tense. I looked at the two, hesitant. It was like a lightswitch. No longer uncertain, they wore similar looks of hate once again. “It’s too late for her, mutt.”

I couldn’t breathe. “…what?”

“Off’d her before you even went looking. Now wha—“

Two gunshots echo in the room, the men dropped dead where they stood.

#accepted

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