Status: Finished.

Visions

Caught

"Dude, we're gonna get in trouble," Ashkii said.

"Dude, live a little," Wyatt mocked.

"Dudes, shut the fuck up," Yvonne seethed, her Swedish accent making it worse. I rolled my eyes at the three I called best friends.

"Hey! You three little runts fucking doing?!" A deep voice yelled.

"Go, go, go!" I yelled, running after the three after we took off. I yelped as the back of my shirt got grabbed, and yanked.

"We have one of them. That's good enough," The man growled. I heard my friends screaming my name. Well, I always said I wanted to die before I got old. I felt myself being dragged, only seeing trees from where I could see. A building came into my periphery vision. The opposing gang's flag held high.

Jesus Christ, save me now, if you're real. Time to prove yourself, buddy.

A blindfold went over my eyes. "What? Afraid I'll see it all then escape and run off to tell my boss?" I teased.

"No," The man said simply. I heard doors opening and closing behind us, then getting shoved into a chair and tied down.

"We're gonna torture you until you tell us everything about your gang."

Well fuck. These are the Bloodskulls.