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The Boys, the Girls
Prologue
The night was darker than usual, the sky an inky blackness with dull stars marring it. Families had already locked their doors once the sun set, keeping their children safe from the gangs that roamed Santa Carla’s streets at night, but it was nights like these that they were extra careful to do so. Even those who dared leave the comforts of their homes during the nights were wary of nights like these. The dark ones, with barely any moon shedding light onto the lazy beach town.
It was nights like these, that David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko thrived off of. The group of four had taken up their usual spot of the carousel, watching the people of the boardwalk. It was these boys the town feared the most. Not because of the way they dressed, or the way they carried themselves. It wasn’t an intimidated kind of fear. It was the type of fear that made your blood curdle whenever they got near. These boys were known for making someone disappear if they made them angry.
Yet, it wasn’t when someone walked by them without caution when you could really tell they were new or a tourist, no, they could just be stupid. It was nights like this one that made you realize someone was just arriving in the town, or they were visiting for a short while. The nights in Santa Carla, especially nights like this one, were when the town’s dark doings happened the most. People went missing, never to turn up again; gangs brawled in dark, empty alleyways, the victims of their dangers left behind to be found by someone else. It was these reasons that Santa Carla keyed the nickname The Murder Capital of the World.
It has once been said that if the town’s dead were to rise and walk the Earth, that Santa Carla would have a population problem. That’s not untrue, but it’s not the dead we’re here to talk about, and it’s not the night either. Not yet, at least. No, we’re here to talk about two girls that are a part of the living population of Santa Carla. These girls are the ones who run the boardwalk during the day in likeness to how David and his boys run the boardwalk at night.
Yet, Carmen and her sister don’t do it by arousing fear from the visitors of the boardwalk. Not, they’re the types who draw attention to themselves just by walking into a room. They’re personalities just command attention. They’re presence is a strangely liked one. Yet, it wasn’t a presence that would deeply affect the running of the boardwalk if they were to go missing, something that usually happens to the pretty girls of Santa Carla. A something that we all know is about to happen to them, because where would our story be if it didn’t?
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“So, how’s my little singer?” a man with dark hair that went to his shoulders asked as he walked over to a fair skinned girl.
“Good,” the girl replied shyly as she stood at the desk of Barnes’ Record Store a folder that held crisp sheets of music held tightly in her hands.
“That your music for tomorrow night?” Richard Barnes asked her gesturing to the folder in her hands. The man’s family had owned the record store since it opened about six years ago. The man had been seventeen at the time his father opened it, and he was running it himself now at twenty-three.
“Yeah,” She extended it out to him and he took it with a smile.
“I’m glad you decided to finally perform, I know everyone’s going to love you.”
The girl took a deep breath to reassure herself that she could it, “Thanks Richie.” She told him with a small smile before walking away. Her dark curls swayed behind her as she walked out of the store and straight into somebody.
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry!” the other person, a girl, exclaimed as she reached to help her up. “I should’ve been watching where I was going.”
“It’s fine, I should’ve looked before I opened the door.” She replied as she took the girl’s offered hand.
“You sure,” the other girl asked as she pulled her up.
“Yeah,” She looked up at the girl she had bumped into.
“Alright,” the girl replied still a little unsure.
“Kimberly!” the girl who had fallen over heard her older sister call from their car, “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”
“Coming!” the girl called back. She turned to the girl who was still a little unsure about her well-being, “I’m fine, I promise.” She then turned to walk off.
It was nights like these, that David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko thrived off of. The group of four had taken up their usual spot of the carousel, watching the people of the boardwalk. It was these boys the town feared the most. Not because of the way they dressed, or the way they carried themselves. It wasn’t an intimidated kind of fear. It was the type of fear that made your blood curdle whenever they got near. These boys were known for making someone disappear if they made them angry.
Yet, it wasn’t when someone walked by them without caution when you could really tell they were new or a tourist, no, they could just be stupid. It was nights like this one that made you realize someone was just arriving in the town, or they were visiting for a short while. The nights in Santa Carla, especially nights like this one, were when the town’s dark doings happened the most. People went missing, never to turn up again; gangs brawled in dark, empty alleyways, the victims of their dangers left behind to be found by someone else. It was these reasons that Santa Carla keyed the nickname The Murder Capital of the World.
It has once been said that if the town’s dead were to rise and walk the Earth, that Santa Carla would have a population problem. That’s not untrue, but it’s not the dead we’re here to talk about, and it’s not the night either. Not yet, at least. No, we’re here to talk about two girls that are a part of the living population of Santa Carla. These girls are the ones who run the boardwalk during the day in likeness to how David and his boys run the boardwalk at night.
Yet, Carmen and her sister don’t do it by arousing fear from the visitors of the boardwalk. Not, they’re the types who draw attention to themselves just by walking into a room. They’re personalities just command attention. They’re presence is a strangely liked one. Yet, it wasn’t a presence that would deeply affect the running of the boardwalk if they were to go missing, something that usually happens to the pretty girls of Santa Carla. A something that we all know is about to happen to them, because where would our story be if it didn’t?
X
“So, how’s my little singer?” a man with dark hair that went to his shoulders asked as he walked over to a fair skinned girl.
“Good,” the girl replied shyly as she stood at the desk of Barnes’ Record Store a folder that held crisp sheets of music held tightly in her hands.
“That your music for tomorrow night?” Richard Barnes asked her gesturing to the folder in her hands. The man’s family had owned the record store since it opened about six years ago. The man had been seventeen at the time his father opened it, and he was running it himself now at twenty-three.
“Yeah,” She extended it out to him and he took it with a smile.
“I’m glad you decided to finally perform, I know everyone’s going to love you.”
The girl took a deep breath to reassure herself that she could it, “Thanks Richie.” She told him with a small smile before walking away. Her dark curls swayed behind her as she walked out of the store and straight into somebody.
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry!” the other person, a girl, exclaimed as she reached to help her up. “I should’ve been watching where I was going.”
“It’s fine, I should’ve looked before I opened the door.” She replied as she took the girl’s offered hand.
“You sure,” the other girl asked as she pulled her up.
“Yeah,” She looked up at the girl she had bumped into.
“Alright,” the girl replied still a little unsure.
“Kimberly!” the girl who had fallen over heard her older sister call from their car, “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”
“Coming!” the girl called back. She turned to the girl who was still a little unsure about her well-being, “I’m fine, I promise.” She then turned to walk off.