Trouble Makers: IntroducingIntroducing...
"Hey!" The sound was like heat shimmering and rising off a desert floor, fading and rippling. "Hello, earth to freak. Wake up!" The voice continued, intensifying with each syllable. It was an odd sort of sound, as if it was supposed to mean something. The reason behind the sounds faded out of memory the moment they were spoken though.
"Siruss!! Get your ass up before I'm slaughtered!" Came the voice again, more than frustrated and completely irritated.
With something akin to an electric shock, the boy named Siruss opened his steel-blue eyes to stare up at the cloudy sky above him. Not seconds later he had jumped up and was running towards the person shouting and swearing off in various other languages.
"Touch me again un figlio di putana and I'll gut you!" The young woman was shouting, fire in her russet eyes as she faced their attackers. The girl was thin and didn't look like much of a fighter, especially next to the brutes that could crush her all too easily.
Trouble Makers- Hollow SoundsHollow Sounds
The gang all headed out shortly after. Damon took Misc. home on his motorcycle before heading home himself. Siruss simply walked home, having left his car at school, again. Emrai hung around for awhile longer before heading to her apartment.
Misc. still lived with her adoptive parents, while Damon had his own place that he shared with Siruss. The younger teenager never had one particular home though. Sometimes he would be at his own adoptive mothers home, sometimes at his friends, Veronica's place. Other times he'd bunk with Damon. It all depended on where home was that day.
So with his hands in his pockets, Siruss headed along the sidewalk to Veronica's. To his right was a thick forest of trees, the back property of Veronica's place that was left to her by her parents. There used to be signs to show that it was privately owned, but Siruss had secretly taken them all down.
It wouldn't be of use to him to keep people out when prey so easily wandered inside. Then there woul
Trouble Makers: The Lost and Found StoriesTrouble Makers: The Lost & Found Stories
Ch III -Demonic Titles
Damon stood out on the front porch, watching the cars go by their little house on the corner. He had his hands in his pockets, his leather jacket on him as always and his twin daggers stuck in the back of his jeans.
He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at his thoughts. How had he gotten here? It seemed so very different once you stopped to think about it.
Life was quiet, calm, and pain free for the most part. Two years ago he could never have seen himself standing where he was now. It was impossible to have thought it.
And yet, here he stood.
Siruss in the kitchen, swearing as he no doubt burned or cut himself in an attempt to make dinner. Misc. was playing the PS3 in the living room. Emrai sat, buried in a book, across from the kitchen on a pile of Turkish rugs. It was a normal family home.
A normal family.
Damon smiled to himself and felt so happy that he wouldn't mind time freezing him for eternity right ther