As the World Falls Down
Chapter one
Santa Carla, California
I'm not scared of death. Its odd, I realize, walking through the dark of the boardwalk with my so called 'boyfriend'. I live in the murder capital of the world. Here in Santa Carla, someone goes missing every day, and people are left wondering if they'll be next. It's not something that I really ever worried about though as I went through my day to day life. I had better things to worry about, like applying to colleges and shit. Granted, I didn't really know what I wanted to do, but it was worth a try instead of sitting on my ass all day. I mean, what else was I supposed to do?
Running a hand through my messy hair, I let out a sigh, pushing my way inside the Chinese restaurant as Mark followed behind me. The thing had been around for as long as I could remember. Granted, it was a little dingy, but the food was decent. Better than most places I've been to at least.
"Hmm…"
I let my eyes rack across the menu as I stood there, hand on my chin as I tried to decide what I wanted this time around. Last time, I'd gotten Egg Foo Young.
"Could get egg foo yin," Mark said, standing behind me.
"It's Egg Foo Young, bozo," I told him, rolling my eyes. "And we had that last time."
It wasn't bad or anything, but I didn't feel like having it again at the moment. Then, there was the Moo Goo Gai Pan. That was also good, but still, it wasn't what I was craving. Stepping forward, I placed my hands on the counter, biting down on my lip.
"What about the Sesame Chicken?" he grinned, causing my face to scrunch up in disgust.
"Ew! You know I hate that stuff!" I scowled, shaking my head as I turned to the man behind the counter.
"Hi, can I get an order of your chicken and shrimp Mei Fun, Won Ton Soup, Spare Ribs, a couple of egg rolls, and some of your Chinese donuts?" I asked, pulling out my wallet.
The guy behind the counter nodded his head, writing the order down in his native tongue, before shouting into the back. Once that was out of the way, he told me my total, his wording slightly off as he spoke in broken English. It didn't bother me though as I handed over the cash, before receiving my change. From there, I took a seat, knowing that it would be a few minutes. Doing this allowed me to rest my eyes for a bit, a yawn escaping me as I rubbed at my face.
"How are you still tired?" Mark asked, sitting down beside me as his black dyed bangs fell into his face.
"The damn dog next store," I groaned, fighting the urge to kick him in the face when his nose was about two inches from mine.
Today had been a long day. I'd been up since five, listening to my neighbor's dog barking at nothing. The damn thing never shut up, save for when I sprayed it with the hose. I nearly laughed when I thought back to the first time that I'd done it, watching as the thing yelped and went running for the hills. My mother had given me an ear full, but that's when she'd actually been there. Normally, she was out getting high somewhere with one of her friends. Unfortunately, my dad wasn't in the picture anymore, so it wasn't like he could say anything. I think that last time I'd seen him, I was about five or so. I wasn't really sure. Ever since then though, it seemed like Mom was always off on a bender somewhere.
Shaking my head, I opened my eyes, looking up at the black spotted ceiling. Mold. It wasn't anything new. I could hear laughter outside as people walked around, nearly jumping when the Asian man called out saying that my food was ready.
Pushing myself up, I walked back up to the counter, thanking him as I grabbed my food. I grabbed a few packets of duck sauce, along with some of the soy sauce packs, dropping it into one of the two bags. As I stepped outside the smell wafted into my nose. Unable to resist, I pulled a tiny sugar coated donut from the bag and popped it into my mouth as I made my way down the board walk toward what would hopefully be a quieter section of the beach. I also shoved the other bag into Mark's hands, not really caring to carry both of them.
We wove in and out of the crowds as Mark and I walked further down the board walk, before I decided to say the hell with it, grabbing hold of the metal railing and jumping over it. I heard Mark let out a yell as I landed in the sand, a grin on my face. The railing had been the only think keeping me from the beach. It was an act of 'aerobatics' that I was used to doing, easily being able to make my way out of any crowd on the walk with that little short cut. Mark was too chicken shit to do it though, afraid that he'd hurt himself or land face first in the sand. I'd yet to truly hurt myself though, really only ever roughing my hands up a bit upon landing.
Pushing myself up, I took the time to remove my boots, tucking my socking in as I tied the laces in order to hang my boots over my shoulder. Looking up, I smirked at Mark, laughing as he glared at me.
"Its just a few feet," I laughed, before turning and moving my way down the beach.
I could hear him calling after me, but easily managed to ignore it. Instead of concentrating on his voice, I took the time to memorize the feeling of the sand below my feet, toes curling into the sand as I walked.
"Wait up, would ya?" Mark called out, running toward the stairs as I continued to walk
I tried not to laugh as I continued walking, a smirk on my face as I walked, getting closer to the water's edge. I could feel the sand getting a bit damper as I went, footsteps rushing to catch up to me. My ears picked up on the sound of the crashing waves near the edge of the overhead walk. Coming here allowed me to get away from the people, the waves drowning out the sound of the civilians above. I smirked when I found that nothing had been moved, feet trudging through the sand, tossing my boots down on the sand, along with my bag. I could still hear some of the nois above us, the bustle of the people ever present. Sitting down on a log, I pulled my found from the bag, popping open a carton of rice as I shoved chopsticks in my mouth.
"Hey, pass me the chopsticks, will ya?" Mark asked, holding his hand out.
I rolled my eyes, biting the want of calling him a lazy as, but tossed him a pair none the less. After I did that, I doused the very top of my rice in soy sauce, before tossing the now empty packet back into the bag. With a sigh, I took my first bite, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the taste. I pulled the soup out after a few minutes, chugging some of the liquid before grabbing one of the Wontons with my chopsticks and shoving it into my mouth. It was something that I'd never get tired of eating.
I grimaced though when I noticed a couple of guys making their way toward us from down the beach, Mark paying no mind as he stuffed his face without a care. I cringed at his eating habits, turning away as he continued to chew with his mouth open. Looking back toward what would be our oncoming guests, I frown, realizing what they were. Surf Nazi's.
Surf Nazi's were a group of rowdy individuals that thought that they owned the place, chasing out those that they felt unworthy to be around what was theirs. They saw the board walk as a prize, something that they could control, despite the fact that it belonged to the people. Unfortunately, no one was really brave enough to stand up to them and put them in their place. Anytime that another gang would make its way around in town, a problem always seemed to turn up and a fight would break out. The morons were extremely territorial.
I caught Mark watching me as the Surf Nazi's drew closer, my hand gripping lightly at the knife. He knew that I always carried it. They didn't know that. It was something that I never left the house without, for obvious reasons. Even though living in Santa Carla never bothered me, I wasn't stupid enough to walk around completely unprotected.
"Hey, Markie!" one called out, laughing as he nearly tripped over his own feet.
As he came forward, stepping into the light of the fire, I realized that it was Mark's brother Tom. I groaned inwardly at this. Mark was annoying at times, but Tom was ten times worse. The moron even had his boys call him Tom-Tom at times, thinking that having his name said twice was something special. Tom also had a habit of getting a little too close and a little too grabby. He felt that since he was one of the higher ups in his group that he was entitled to whatever he wanted. God, was he sorely mistaken.
"Hey, Mark, I'm gonna head home," I told him, standing from my spot as I grabbed my boots.
"What?" Mark gaped. "We haven't even been here that long."
I merely ignored his confusion, brushing my pants off as I shoved my food back into the bag.
"Hey, now, don't leave on our account, Alegra," Tom said, deliberately dragging out my name.
The guy sent a chill down my spine as I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm going home," I repeated. "I'm tired."
As I moved away, I felt a hand grab my arm. Their grip was like iron, hand bruising my skin.
"Let go."
My voice was even as I turned my head back around, glaring daggers at the hand on my arm. I didn't like to be touched and this was no exception. I'd been like this for years, men taking the brunt of it. I felt like most of them weren't even worth the time of day. In fact, the only reason I was technically even dating Mark was just so that he'd shut up and stop begging me to go out with him. Luckily, he was harmless, but I couldn't say the same for his brother.
"I'm giving you five seconds to remove that hand, Tom," I told him. "One. Two…"
"Oh, come on, Alegra. Don't be such a bitch."
"Five!" I said irritably, before I whirled around and decked him.
The second he let go, I ran for it, rushing down the beach and back toward where Mark and I had come from. There was no way that I was going to chance looking back as I heard Tom and his buddy shouting. No doubt that hit to the face was a wakeup call, pulling him from his drunken stupor. It just sucked that I didn't have a baseball bat.
"Ha! That would've hurt," I laughed, hurrying up the steps.
I winced slightly at the harsh concrete beneath my feet, wishing that I was still on the beach with the sand. Why couldn't I have just brought flip flops? I mean, that would have made much more sense. Alas, making sense wasn't always my thing. Then again, I also hadn't expected to be rushed. In fact, I'd actually been looking forward to having a little quiet time, even if it was with Mark. At least then I wouldn't of had to deal with all the bullshit, but no, Mark's brother just had to be an annoying freaking Surf Nazi! If mark ever tried to join him, he'd be done and his ass would be on the ground.
"Freaking morons!" I hissed, trudging through the board walk to find a place to sit down.
I'd made It all the way near a set of bikes on the side of the board walk, before I couldn't take it anymore and had to stop my feet were now splintered, groaning as I plucked a few out before tugging my socks on. I was knelt over tying my boots up when I heard the voice behind me, growling in annoyance as I finally pulled the knife from my waistband.
"Back off, Tom!" I hissed, flicking the blade open.
"You know, that wasn't very nice, Alegra," he said, the side of his face having already decided to swell up a bit.
"I said, back off!"
He merely smirked as he stepped forward, his buddy going around the other side.
"You too, Spike Head!"
They both ignored me though as I stood there, my back going slightly ridged. This is why I hated men, they thought that they could have anything that they wanted, consequences be damned.
"You know, you really are a pretty little thing," Tom grinned, looking through his good eye.
I didn't realize the look that he'd sent over my shoulder until it was too late, a pair of arms grabbing me tightly. Spikey head had grasped my wrists tightly, pulling them behind my back. His laughter hit my ears as he moved his mouth next to my head, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"What do you think, Jimbo?" Tom asked.
Jimbo Spike merely grinned, before pressing his nose into the side of my neck and inhaling deeply.
"She smells good," he laughed, before running his tongue over my skin.
I gasped in disgust as I struggled, making him back up into one of the bikes behind us.
"Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed, tossing my head back with a resounding crack.
The second my skull made contact I knew that I'd broken the pricks nose, quickly backing away only to back into something hard. I nearly jumped as I felt a pair of hands gently place themselves on my shoulders, the skin clothed in leather, save for the fingertips that managed to lightly digging into my shirt.
"Now, what do we have here?"
At the sound of the voice, I watched Tom and Jimbo's eyes narrow in irritation.
"What are you guys doing here?" Jimbo asked.
"Yeah, this is our turf and our girl!" Tom hissed.
Hearing his words, I made to move forward to hit him, but the hands kept me in place.
"Not so fast, sweetheart," I heard the man behind me chuckle lightly, his breath reaching out and caressing the side of my neck.
I felt of shiver run down my spine at the sound of his voice, taking a moment to glance behind me. I realized after that, that there was a group of four guys standing there, three blond and one brunette. They were all equally handsome if I had to admit it. I noticed the one directly behind me the most though, his mainly short platinum hair sporting what would technically be a mullet. It wasn't his hair that really caught my attention though, but his eyes. His pale baby blues seemed to shine in the lamplight above us, a spark of mischief swimming inside of them.
"Funny," he chuckled, allowing his arms to hang over my shoulders, his chin coming to rest on the top of my head. "I don't see your name on her."
I stood still as I drew in a breath, closing my eyes. I could feel the faint warmth radiating from this man's body, letting it soak into my back. His voice was smooth as he spoke, almost hypnotic in a way.
"You guys better split before trouble hits," Tom narrowed, trying to threaten him.
I heard the group behind me laugh.
"Trouble? Ha! He said trouble!" one of them snickered.
"Now, just hand over the girl and maybe we'll forget that this like transgression ever happened," Tom said, taking a step forward.
I felt myself back up slightly on instinct, only to push myself further into the stranger's chest, a deep rumble echoing from inside of him. With in moments, he was nearly doubled over in laughter, his hand still gripping lightly at my shoulder. Then, just as quickly as it had come, he was standing straight.
"You really are funny," he laughed, looking over his shoulder, before giving a nod and pushing me gently toward the bikes that were parked by the railing.
I kept my eyes on Tom and Jimbo as we walked slowly toward the bikes, the other three following after the man beside me without a word, save for the occasional snicker. I felt my eyes travel to the ground where I'd left my food, my knife laying a few feet away.
"Marko," the one beside me called out, gesturing toward my bag.
Marko was the blond with the tight curls, said boy grabbing the bag and tossing it to the brunette. I swallowed thickly as I watched this, hoping that my food did end up wasted.
"Hey, man, you don't ignore TomTom!" Jimbo seethed.
Before he could get close though, the dark haired man grabbed him, tossing him back into Tom without any effort. I practically gasped as I watched this, feeling my lips twitch slightly.
"Holy shit," I whispered, taking note that the blond stranger had saddled up onto his bike, a grin on his face.
"Care to join us, sweetheart?" he asked, holding his hand out to me.
I stared at it for a moment, before glancing at his face, my head turning back toward Tom and his little friend as they managed to push themselves up off of the ground.
"Alegra, don't you dare," Tom warned.
I felt a smirk pull onto my face, before turning around and grabbing the man's hand, allowing him to help me onto the back of his bike. Two of his buddies stood in front of us, daring the pricks to come closer. I felt the blond turn the engine over, before he guided my hands to his waist, his thumb trailing over the back of my hand.
"Marko, Paul, let's go!"
With that, the rest of them got on their bikes.
"Suckers!" the one known as Paul cried out.
And we were off.
Alright everyone, this is my first Lost Boys fic, so be nice. Hopefully, the first chapter came out good enough. What I'll really need help with though is figuring out which direction this story so go in and how to make it happen. Any ideas are welcome! So please, MESSAGE AND REVIEW! Thanks everyone! And check out my other stories as well!