*Why hello lovely people of the world, what are you doing here? What? You say you are here to read a story instead of listening to my meaningless drivel. Well then! How rude! Anyway, please enjoy the story! X]*
Catch Me: From Inside...
Finally, after waiting in the bushes for what seemed like hours, the rest of the group showed up; a teen about your age, a young man about the age of your brother, and man of approximately forty years old. Looking at the three companions of Gamzee, you realize they must be related. They all had pale skin and strange violet eyes; must involve some sort of strange genetic trait. The teenager sported quiffed black hair with some purple dyed into it. Also, wore a strange ensemble of a purple scarf, a cape, and hipster's glasses. The young man, seemingly the teen's brother, styled his jet-black hair and dressed like a greaser. Lastly, the older man dressed in a similar manner to the teen, minus the scarf.
"Who is this, Gamzee? I told you to bring us some muscle, not a pathetic schoolboy," the man growled, with a slight Scottish accent. Grinding you teeth, you take the insults, just wanting to get this done with and behind you.
"Yeah, you stupid clown, can you not do anything right? Really, sometimes you are as stupid as that Captor kid", the older adolescent muttered, glaring at Gamzee viciously.
"Father, Cronus, you must admit, Mr. Makara did not do too horribly," the youngest responds with a hint of a British accent. "While it may be true that he is younger than we expected, he clearly has some potential." The older man and the person he referred to as Cronus turn their gaze to Equius, taking a closer look. "See, look how big his arm muscles are; he must be able to lift a lot of wwieght," the boy continues, still remaining as polite as possible, especially when facing his father. The two other men shake their heads nodding in appreciation.
"Good eye, Eridan, just as any Ampora should have," the older of the two states simply, clearly annoyed by the contradiction made by his youngest son, but appreciative of his logic. "So boy, tell me what yer name is," the older man, Mr. Ampora, demands, directing his attention to you.
"I am Equius, sir," you say, sweating nervously. Mr. Ampora, although dressed in ridiculous attire, for some reason terrifies you. He just gives off an aura of cruelness and indifference. Looking now, you realize everyone else probably has the same feeling about the man; Gamzee hasn't even spoken a word since the man arrived, and even the adult's own children stand a good distance away from him.
"Good, now what has this druggie told you? Hopefully not too much," your employer asks you, glaring a Gamzee. The clown's face, now absent of his signature dopey smile, loses color when the attention shifts back to him; he must not enjoy violence, which is strange considering the work he does.
"No, I didn't motherfucking tell him anything. I motherfucking swear on the merciful messiahs I ain't done that," Gamzee responds, speaking quickly and nervously. He fiddles with his sleeves, tugging at the sleeves self-consciously. You wonder how he ever came to be part of this kind of business.
"Fine." The man looked out at the sky, now darkening at a time of about four in the afternoon. "Well, men, looks like we have to set out," Mr. Ampora states simply, causing fear to well up in your chest. Turning your head, you gaze at school and let out a shaky breath, feeling intense shame rise through your body. The other men start trekking through the forest to get closer to the school, the bushes rustling at they pass through. Breathing quickly and your body trembling, you follow, ignoring the painful pangs of disgrace filling your body.
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Sitting on a bench, cradling your legs, you have not moved since they dropped you off at the street corner. Warm tears spill down your face and your body quakes from the uncontrollable sobbing. As you wallow in your disgustingly self-loathing, you recount the atrocity you have committed.
Sitting outside the building, looking back and forth, checking out the area, you wait for your companions to just finish the job. They had climbed in through the window of one of the bathrooms to enter the building and later they came out the same way, this time carrying a full duffel bag, as opposed to an empty one. Tossing the stolen object, whatever it may be, you catch it. The sack felt strange in your arms, but you ignored the feeling, just wanting this all to end. Jumping down from the window, Gamzee and the Amporas jump into the van. The oldest Ampora man commands you to enter the back of the truck and watch the stolen object.
As you enter the vehicle, you can tell some items litter the van's inside, however, you cannot tell what they are, at least not with confidence. You place the bag on the ground gently, not wanting to harm the loot, and find a corner to sit in. Eventually, your eyes adjust and you notice something strange. First of all, this part of the van does not connect to the front of the vehicle, which would not make sense, considering they have a stranger watching the stolen goods. Additionally, out-of-place, domestic objects fill the back of the van, most notably a refrigerator, and a simple mattress. However, before you can deduce why such items would be present, the vehicle stops and Gamzee opens up the doors of the van. You squint as light shines through the entrance, causing you to become momentarily blinded. He ushers you out and hands you the money owed to you. As your vision becomes clear once again, you watch as the doors close.
As you remember the next part of the story you bang your hands against the bench, almost causing yourself to topple over. You suppress a scream and remember the recount why you feel such intense hate for yourself.
You are vermin; the scum of the Earth. And all because of one simple event, just a tiny speck of movement. Before the doors of the van had closed, you viewed the duffel bag you had previously been in charge of. And upon gazing at the "object" you had helped steal, you noticed the sound of sobbing. And then, in shock, you watched as the sack moved, muffled screams being uttered from inside.