“Kid, you might wanna head inside. We’ll be here for a while so you might wanna get cozy.” Quickdraw said as he walked past Xander and Dasken and made his way inside. “Besides. Xander’s right. You ain’t gonna get shit with that kind of attitude. Think about the others before you self loathe everything.” He made his way up the stairs to see a pile of dried vomit leaking outside of a second floor room. Maybe someone say a dead rat. He gave a shrug as he made his way to his room.
The repairs on the house were intense indeed. It would take maybe a month to get everything up to date and more somewhat livable. He had found an old greenhouse by the tool shed, with seeds stored away. So they could grow a food supply, so that was a plus. But there still was a lot of work ahead of them.
—- TIME SKIP - (Roughly 3 Weeks later)——-
Quickdraw wiped the sweat off of his brow as he stepped back. He had just fixed his door, which had been the last thing on his to-do list. Things had really flown by these past few weeks and it seemed like they were in the clear. The government seemed to have eased up on attacking them and they were living in secret. They had a shabby garden and could fish in the lake for meat. Not to mention the house repairs were officially compete. With a happy sigh, he made his way downstairs to enjoy a cup of water. He had installed the plumbing as large tanks of water that could be purified with heat. And they had enough hot heads to do it easily.
As he walked past the downstairs couch, and assumed people were lounging about on it, he announced, “Repairs are officially done.” And with that he made his way into the kitchen. There seemed to be some new people than when the truck had first crashed, with some squid guy and a boy who could become a dragon. Quickdraw didn’t really spend much time getting to know them, as the majority of his time was spent towards renovations and repairs. Hopefully the newfound peace would last.
—(Secondary Batch Time Bois!)—
Jason felt worn and tired as he body was thrown into the back of a reinforced truck. His wrists were bound together by reinforced metal handcuffs that were thighs around his wrists. His arms were pushed behind his back, and the side of his head was now poking against someone’s side. “Sorry,” he mumbled as he tried to move himself, with little results, only moving a bit away. And with a loud slam the captors closed the doors once more.
He had recently tried to escape, but his attempt had failed, with the truck stopping, and him being dragged out of the truck and beaten. His body felt sore, and a lot of people would have given up at this point. But from what he knew from his time as a gang member, was how to withstand pain and keep going. “It’s not over yet. We need to escape.” He said to the others in the truck. They were like him, Metas. And they were hated for who they were, like him.
“Maybe you should stop. You’re only digging a deeper hole for all of us.” A girl said angrily to the young man. Her name was Julie Davis and it was people like that kid who gave Metas a bad name. Always wanting to fight, never stopping to thi abou the others in their wake.
A young 15 year old boy, was softly crying while slouched against a corner away from the door. His name was Danny Treble, and this was all too overwhelming for him. He didn’t know what to do, and he missed his family. He didn’t want this. What did he do to deserve this? He hid his powers like he was told. At this point, snot was begging to form and run down his face mixing with his tears, as he softly whimpered.
The repairs on the house were intense indeed. It would take maybe a month to get everything up to date and more somewhat livable. He had found an old greenhouse by the tool shed, with seeds stored away. So they could grow a food supply, so that was a plus. But there still was a lot of work ahead of them.
—- TIME SKIP - (Roughly 3 Weeks later)——-
Quickdraw wiped the sweat off of his brow as he stepped back. He had just fixed his door, which had been the last thing on his to-do list. Things had really flown by these past few weeks and it seemed like they were in the clear. The government seemed to have eased up on attacking them and they were living in secret. They had a shabby garden and could fish in the lake for meat. Not to mention the house repairs were officially compete. With a happy sigh, he made his way downstairs to enjoy a cup of water. He had installed the plumbing as large tanks of water that could be purified with heat. And they had enough hot heads to do it easily.
As he walked past the downstairs couch, and assumed people were lounging about on it, he announced, “Repairs are officially done.” And with that he made his way into the kitchen. There seemed to be some new people than when the truck had first crashed, with some squid guy and a boy who could become a dragon. Quickdraw didn’t really spend much time getting to know them, as the majority of his time was spent towards renovations and repairs. Hopefully the newfound peace would last.
—(Secondary Batch Time Bois!)—
Jason felt worn and tired as he body was thrown into the back of a reinforced truck. His wrists were bound together by reinforced metal handcuffs that were thighs around his wrists. His arms were pushed behind his back, and the side of his head was now poking against someone’s side. “Sorry,” he mumbled as he tried to move himself, with little results, only moving a bit away. And with a loud slam the captors closed the doors once more.
He had recently tried to escape, but his attempt had failed, with the truck stopping, and him being dragged out of the truck and beaten. His body felt sore, and a lot of people would have given up at this point. But from what he knew from his time as a gang member, was how to withstand pain and keep going. “It’s not over yet. We need to escape.” He said to the others in the truck. They were like him, Metas. And they were hated for who they were, like him.
“Maybe you should stop. You’re only digging a deeper hole for all of us.” A girl said angrily to the young man. Her name was Julie Davis and it was people like that kid who gave Metas a bad name. Always wanting to fight, never stopping to thi abou the others in their wake.
A young 15 year old boy, was softly crying while slouched against a corner away from the door. His name was Danny Treble, and this was all too overwhelming for him. He didn’t know what to do, and he missed his family. He didn’t want this. What did he do to deserve this? He hid his powers like he was told. At this point, snot was begging to form and run down his face mixing with his tears, as he softly whimpered.
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