Yall realize i started TWNO when i was a 12 years old girl im now a 16 years old trans guy anyways lmao im doing a reboot of it so if u never read it u dont need to know shit because this is totally remade woo
Look mom i made it
4:02 AM, August 2028.
Four am was a bit fucking early by Alex's standards. She was used to waking up maybe one or two hours later, but not four o'clock in the morning. Rorke had asked her to assist her in something. She didn't truly want to, but she never dared to say no to him.
Alex slowly but surely sat up in her bed, looking around the dark room. A slight glimmer of the moon shone in her room from the small window. She grabbed a hair tie and started to get ready.
As soon as she closed her dorm door, a familiar, yet despicable, voice called out to her.
"You're late."
"I know," she sighed and tightened her ponytail, "You did ask me to get up at an impossible hour, dad."
Gabriel Rorke shook his head, his eyes showing disappointment,as always.
"Follow me."
She jogged up to him and shoved her hands in her pockets, not sure if she was willing to start a conversation. He shot her a look and raised his eyebrows.
"What."
"I'm wondering what the fuck you're gonna make me do."
He turned his head away and sighed.
"You'll see."
4:33 AM, August 2028.
The best thing Logan Walker could ever do in his life was pretend. For the past year- years, maybe- he had been pretending. Pretending to sleep, pretending to eat, pretending to be dead, in some cases.
So Logan Walker was currently pretending to be dead. Not that he really needed to try or anything. The dirty hair, bony body and bruises were helping his camouflage. It was almost like he was melting in the fucking pit's decor. He looked like a corpse, at this point.
He didn't move when someone moved the seal over his head, just blinked at the sudden burst of light and moved to lay on his side. He couldn't quite make out who was coming in, so he closed his eyes and hoped they wouldn't do anything. Maybe give him some water. He'd puke it up afterwards, probably- but it was still water.
"A year and three fucking months and still nothing?"
Ah. Well at least he knew how much time he'd spent rotting away.
He heard a woman's voice say something, but he couldn't hear what she had said. The inflection made it sound like a question, but if it was there was no answer.
The two of them jumped down, revealing Logan's least favorite- most hated person. He remembered bad things, bad bad things that happened, and they all replayed in his mind in precise order. For a couple of seconds, the world spun around him- it came into sharp focus when something hit the floor in front of him, startling him.
"We don't want you starving, now do we?" Logan's sworn enemy asked. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to answer. Most likely not.
"A granola bar? A fucking granola bar? He looks like a sack of bones-"
A quick shush from Logan's least favorite person shut the woman up, as he slowly approached him. Don't-
"Tell me, Walker. Do you really think they're coming for you?" He asked, voice drawling almost playfully. Logan couldn't see well, but he could hear the smirk in his voice.
He sheepishly grabbed the granola bar and sat up with a grunt of pain. His broken arm never really healed.
"Why am I here? To witness some kind of-"
"Will you shut your damn mouth for a second? I have to leave in a couple minutes."
He slowly turned around and stared back at Logan's huddled form.
"I have some things to plan," He said. Logan knew it wasn't an answer to the woman- the fucker was talking to him.
CHAPTER 1 ENDED. CONTINUE?