Never Wake Up

Phe Phe Minoda

(I don't own any one you recognize, The Family of Rune belongs to me and me alone. . . you wanna use them ask me first, Chapters will be updated as I get reviews, the more reviews the more chapters.)

WHOA YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW

(Ty's POV)

Sully was in one of those moods he got in when ever the anniversary of his dead wife came up, and he was taking it out on me. Me. Finally after the longest day of my life we went our separate ways with harsh words echoing back at me, those words now echoed in my mind as I walked home seeing I didn't want Sully to bring me home in the mood he was in. 'You think you're a cop? You don't understand what it's like Ty your father did, you're father would never get in between me and a drink never. . .'

It wasn't long before the apartment building was in sight. The brisk paced walk almost over I passed and alley, only to get hooked by the neck into it. Before I knew what was happening I felt the cold hard steel of a knife or a dagger against my throat, my eyes widened as a voice whispered into my ear, "give me you wallet bitch."

"if I had it I would," I said remembering I left it in the squad car, "I'll I have is my work ID."

"and what do you do?" he sneered, ". . .are you some sort of cop?" He chuckled till he realized I hadn't responded back. "you are a cop aren't you?" again I said nothing as I felt the dagger start to dig into my throat. "oh, fuck. . . of all people I had ta pick a cop!" he hissed in what was obvious fear. I waited for him to finish me off, or to drag me with him so he could form some other plot. What I got instead was a solid hit to the head and the world of darkness.

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When I woke up I found myself on an unfamiliar bed, in a small room somewhere. I felt my head to feel it shaved. Looked at the back of my hands noticing their tan-ish color. I slowly sat up unaware of if I was injured. I recived nothing but a slight head spin. I desided to try my luck standing up. 'so far so good,' I thought to myself as the light headedness left. I walked over to a mirror I noticed out of the corner of my eye next to a door. I peered in, to see my face a light brown color, dark brown eyes, there was only one problem, I didn't recognize who I was. "so your up," a voice said coming from the now opened door way. I looked over to see some one who had to be around my age range with pale white skin flamboyant red hair and wild green eyes, freckles dancing across his skin, "hey you shouldn't be though," he said concern flashing in those eyes that seemed so wild. "I'm called Bizzy D.actually I'm called Derrick but I stole the nick name from the really Bizzy D from Sum 41. . .you don't know who that is do you?" he asked seeing the obvious confusion on my face. "it's a new age punk group.but don't worry, I'm the co-leader of what we like to call the family.or the family of Runes."

I raised an eyebrow as he pointed to the bed obviously wanting me to sit down. "um. . ."

He laughed, "Yeah, pretty stupid huh? Well Rune means forgotten in Nordic I think. . .well that's what Cassandra says, she's our witch."

"yeah and Bizzy's our resident crack head," a voice snapped I looked to the door to see a very thin, and gifted raven-haired girl with brown eyes to match. "is he bothering you cause if he is I'll personally kick his ass for you."

"that's Cassandra," he said inching away from the door.

"Call me Cassie, no one wants to say my full name any how." She smiled brightly, "are you ok?" she asked me.

"uh, my head hurts a bit," I answered truthfully.

"where do you live?" she asked curiously.

I opened my mouth to answer but found I couldn't remember, "I don't know," I finally said, "I don't remember anything except some one named Alex. . .and the fact that she's dead." I stopped at those words, the person meant a lot to me even though I can't remember more than her name I knew that.

"can you remember your name?" Bizzy asked worried.

I shook my head, "no, it comes up a blank, all I can remember is it was the same as my fathers."

Cassandra nodded, "go back to sleep it sounds as if you have amnesia, maybe you can sleep it off."

I could only hope, I nodded and went back to the bed to sleep.

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(Bizzy)

As Cassie and me made our way down stairs she looked at me, "I have a feeling him being here is good."

I looked at her, "Cassie, I hope so, I just hope he don't have any thing more serious, we can't risk going to hospital, or the police. . .they'd find the other kids then they'd all go back to their families, and get the shit kicked out of them."

"I know Bizzy, trust me I know, the last thing we want is that." Her pretty black locks of hair fluttered into her face.

I desided to change the subject, "how old do you think he is?"

"between twenty and twenty five," she answered with out hesitation. "I believe he is not a creep and that he too had a rough child hood in one form or another."

"Cassie, Cherry won't give me my doll back," Lei said, she was half Asian, her mother had died and her father got custody, she was only twelve but scars that most adults wouldn't have marred her little face. I had punched the bastard out not a year ago when he had dragged her to a bar, where his drunk drinking buddy had sexually molested her on numerous occasions.

"Cherry, give it back to her," Cassandra said patiently.

Cherry came into the room her long gold curls bouncing behind her, she was another story all together. She had a hearing problem because one night the little model got smashed with a baseball bat to the head when her father was trying to use her mother as a baseball. "sorry," she said with a perfect elegance that had been bred into her. We had rescued her when she was seven and now she was thirteen. "is that man you rescued last night okay Bizzy?" she asked.

"he can't remember a thing," I answered her, "but other than that and the bump on the back of his head, he's fine."

"have you seen Ten?" Cassandra asked, "He told me that he had some news."

Cherry paled at this, "he's in the basement. . .he won't move."

"I'll talk to him," I answered smoothly, "Ten won't care."

Cassandra nodded, "good, I'll check on Tripp and Fender."

I nodded and headed down in the basement, Ten while he was fifteen was our most troubled runaway. Ten's father was a murderer and a drug addict and a rapist and only he knows what else he is. "Ten you okay?" I asked.

"He's out," Ten said clearly, in a choked up voice before I could see him, "the bastards free." I walked quicker to make sure that he hadn't done anything to himself. I heard the houses favorite CD in which was Sum 41's All Killer no Filler and Nothing on my back was playing. I turned to see him in one piece no razor no drugs just him and the stereo blasting, tears falling. See he knew that if his father ever found him he would be dead. He had ratted him out because he saw his father murder some woman in cold blood after raping her. He saw where he hid the murder weapon then when his father went to work he called the police and fled. That was five years ago. The bastard must have gotten parole or something. "Biz, why now, why can't he rot there?"

"I don't know but I do know this, he won't find you," I answered and I meant it.

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(Tripp)

I watched the other boy pace holding his Fender guitar in his hands lovingly, it was the last thing his father gave him before dieing of cancer and that abusive bitch of a mother took over. He looked at me, "what if he comes here?" he asked quietly as he towered over me.

Let me explain something, I'm a short little fucker for sixteen and he's a tall fucker for fourteen. That and I was sitting cause I'm lazy. "I'm sure he don't know where the fuck we are Fend, besides no one's ever found us 'fore."

"That's easy for you to say Tripp, you just ran from your druggey family, he ran from a killer!" Fender hissed.

"Guy's not now ok," Cassie said leaning her thin face in. Legally she was the only adult here, there fore she could legally work, and buy shit. Matter fact since it was Sunday she was on her only day off.

"hey can we go shoot the shit with the new guy?" I asked hoping Fender would get this nervous streak out of him.

"go don't bother him if he's sleeping and not one word about Ten's dad understand?" she asked.

"yep, no problem," Fender said answering for me, his short brown hair waving slightly and his soft hazel eyes acknowledging the fact that he was wrong to say so any way's. he put his beloved guitar down and looked at me.

"and I mean it Tripp."

I pushed my longish blue hair back, "no problem." We ran up the stairs fast as we could to see a black kid sitting up. "hey man, what is hanging, I'm Tripp and the silent one behind me is Fender."

"sorry," he said looking right into my eyes his dark brown piercing my cool gray, "I don't know my name."

I shrugged, "pick a nick name till you remember."

"oh, gee Tripp you say it so casually like it's easy," Fender said rolling his eyes.

"how bout 'Ace'?" I suggested, "naw that sounds like a fucktard name. . ."I thought a moment then my eyes brightened, "how bout. . ."

"Orion. . ."Fender said grinning.

The other grinned, "that'll work for now."

I frowned, "I wanted to come up with the nick name!"

Orion smiled slightly, "so, what is this place."

"it's a place where runaways or people who want to runaway run to, mostly abused kids one way or another," I answered, "each of us has our own story." I pointed at myself, "Me for example was born to a bunch of addictive crack heads and some how managed not to be one myself I'm sixteen."

Fender looked down at his old worn shoes, "mother was an abusive person, almost broke the guitar my dad bought me. . . instead she broke my arm and told school I fell. The sad thing is that she was sober."

The new comer frowned, "um, I don't know what to say. . ."

I smiled, "eh, there's nothing left to say, we're all in some way addicted to our tragedies, regardless if we forget them, they make us stronger in the end."

He smiled, "your right, I just wish I didn't forget everything."

I looked at Fend and he just nodded this guy was going to fit in well. . .

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(Faith)

Bosco and I walked over to Sully after roll call was over, "where's Davis?" I asked genuinely concerned.

Sully shook his head, "I don't know, Carlos doesn't know either, said that Ty never made it home. . ." Sully scratched the back of his head "it's probably my fault, I said some things I never should have."

"hey Davis is a good kid, he wouldn't hold it against you," I said.

"not unless you made him feel like shit," Bosco said.

I elbowed him, "tell Lieu," I told Sully as I pulled my partner to our car.

"what the fuck?" Bosco asked when we were in the car.

"try to be a little sensitive for a change, Sully was feeling bad enough," I said pulling the squad car out of the lot.

"I know, but he can't take it out on that kid every time Tatiana's funeral time comes around," Bosco said, "it's not Ty's fault she died."

I sighed, "I know that but it's tough on him, you know that." Bosco rolled his eyes, "right now we should just hope Ty's ok."

"I know Faith I know," Bosco mumbled not looking at me.