A/N: I am soo sorry I haven't been updating my stories lately. School officially started today, so I won't be able to update very often anymore. This will be my project to see how much I have matured in my writing since 2009.
Summary:
All human.
Max Martinez. Nikolas Fierce. James Griffith. Monique Keil. Zephyr and Angel Nox.
Dragged into kidnapping and streetfighting when they were toddlers, Max and James break free when they are only five, Nik and Monique sacrificing themselves to allow their friends to escape.
Now, years later, the four don't remember each other because of the trauma, leading completely different lives and doing their best to forget what happened. But when circumstances arise, they just might remember more than they bargained for.
No Gazzy and Angel until later chapters, and pairings will change
Pairing/s: Miggy, Fudge, Fax, Niggy
Rating: M due to violence, gore, language, and mature content
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Chapter One
Max
Rushing and racing, and running in circles,
Moving so fast I'm forgetting my purpose
Blur of the traffic is sending me spinning, getting nowhere
My head and my heart are colliding, chaotic,
Pace of the world, I just wish I could stop it
Try to appear like I've got it together, I'm falling apart.
Beep.
My lovely haze of sleep and contentment suddenly ends as an annoying blare of sound somewhere from my left erupts into my ears.
Beep.
I mutter a slurred choice word as I realize what it is, but choose to attempt to ignore it.
Beep.
Keyword. Attempt.
Beep.
Bee-
My hand snakes out and smacks the damn clock so hard I hear a crack.
Opening one eye, I glare at the offending contraption like it bit me, then sigh and roll over with a yawn.
Save me, somebody take my hand and lead me
Slow me down, don't let love pass me by
Just show me how, 'cause I'm ready to fall,
Slow me down, don't let me live a lie,
Before my life flies by
I need you to slow me down.
I hate getting up this early to go to work.
Growling mild profanities, I stumble out of bed, barely coherant, and make my way towards the general direction of the bathroom, almost colliding with the door in the process.
The shower seems like a good idea to wake me up, so I begin running the water, turning it up as far as it'll go before stripping and stepping into the steaming stream of lava.
Sometimes I fear that I might disappear,
In the blur of fast forward I falter again
Forgetting to breathe, I need to sleep, I'm getting nowhere,
All that I've missed I see in the reflection,
Passed me by while I wasn't paying attention
Tired of rushing, racing and running, I'm falling apart.
I wince at the sudden pain, then relax as it beats my tense body into submission.
Humming a tuneless melody that sounds strangely familiar to me for whatever reason, I wash myself quickly and calmly, waking up as I do so.
Before I know it, the water is cooling, and I step out carefully and dry myself off.
Tell me, oh, won't you take my hand and lead me?
Slow me down, don't let love pass me by
Just show me how 'cause I'm ready to fall,
Slow me down, don't let me live a lie,
Before my life flies by
I need you to slow me down.
Not even bothering to look in the mirror, I grab my brush and comb my messy brown blond waves to one side and pull it into a messy bun. Going to my closet and foraging for a clean pair of jeans to go with my long sleeved indigo shirt and grey runners was next on my list as I threw open the doors and dove in.
"Where did I put them now- Here they are!" I cry out triumphantly, brandishing the pair of black jeans like a flag.
Just show me, I need you to slow me down,
slow me down, slow me down
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I glance out from under the dark hood of my jacket, the pouring rain pattering down upon me comfortingly.
The streets were contrasts of black, grey, and white, and it seemed as though it were a photograph as the autumn leaves scattered everywhere.
There were barely any people, as any sane person would hole themselves up in their comfortable homes, curling up by the fire with a good novel or lounging lazily like the couch potatoes they are.
I know I sound a bit bitter, but really, I have every reason.
The noise of the world is getting me caught up,
Chasing the clock and I wish I could stop it
Just need to breathe, somebody please slow me down.
When I was only a toddler, I was kidnapped and thrown into a gang life. I grew up like that until I escaped when I was nine.
The only problem is, I have absolutely no idea how.