All right, now that we got the first chapter done, let's get the show on the road. Expect some twists and unexpected ideas, because the air of mystery is there for you to breath in.

Let's begin the second chapter, and see where it takes us.

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London and Kendrick's Suicide Table

Dedicated to NeroAnne, Terrahfry, Redsandman99 and Seraphalexiel

by Green Phantom Queen

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Chapter 2-London and Kendrick's Savior

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Our user name was HooliganZ. Why, you ask? First off, it didn't feel right for both of us to have user names, since we shared the same computer at home. So we decided to share the same name.

We were jesters, pranksters, tricksters, hooligans. We added the 'Z' to make it sound more interesting, and make it sound as if we were one person with two voices. And as HooliganZ, we weren't moody and depressed teens, we were happy and cheerful kids who loved life. And as long as we had that, we were happy.

Paul and Brian looked at their friends list. There were at least six people on the list, their status saying that they were Online. The two smiled, as they started to send messages to all of them.

To Surge: Hey Surge, it's me, HooliganZ. Hope your job as an 'executioner' is paying off. I hope you're doing fine. You sounded awful last week when you found out your girlfriend dumped you for your best friend. But don't worry, there are other fish in the sea. (gets shot for the stupid cliché)

The message was sent, and in a few minutes, there was a reply.

Surge: Yo! I'm glad you're doing alright. Amy betraying me was the best thing that ever happened; I wasn't connected, and I felt as if I never had found true happiness. But I don't need her, I have the Kliq to guide me. And as long as the Kliq is alive, I shall be reborn. The scars I have shall become the symbols of my new identity...I shall no longer be the geeky kid I was all those years go...never again...

The Kliq...all of our friends on hara-kiri were in this organization. They praised it, they worshiped it, they would die for this thing. It was considered the most underground of the underground cults; some thought it was like the next big thing, some tried to shrug it off as it was no big deal, but there were others who truly believed that it was real.

Paul and Brian continued to go through their friends list and typed out different messages for them all. They got interesting replies.

Capt. Charisma: You think that's funny? You won't believe what happened. My brother and I did this awesome prank the other day with our usual '5-Second Pose'. We became 'Fat Elvis' and 'Fatter Elvis' and did our own impersonation on the King. It was hilarious. I have to send you a video of our performance; you'll be squirting milk out of your noses from laughing so hard!

Stryker: Got interested in the Lost Boys—and no, not that stupid sequel, mind you. They're really bad ass, and show out the idea of a modern vampire. Bram Stoker and Anne Rice can play the 'original vampire' but the time is now; leather and parties, motorcycles and dangerous stunts. That's how to be a true disciple of vampirism.

Prototype: Things are doing great; I'm going to be doing some puppet shows for the kids in the park later this week. If you want to see it, you're welcome. The address and map is attached to this link—but don't expect me to come in regular attire, I'll be dressed in one of my elaborate 'costumes' (LOL).

Viper: Life's terrible back home. Dad's being a jerk as usual because he doesn't like my boyfriend. I hope he understands that he's the perfect guy for me, my boyfriend, the one who completes me, the one who understands all of this shit that I have to go through. I can't wait till my 18th...

The next couple of minutes were accompanied by clicks and the typing and clacking of keys. Paul and Brian alternated in writing messages for their friends, laughing at some of their responses, or just taking it in. Others sent them messages—their names ranged from Hurricane to the likes of Kid Dynamo—and they said hello before signing off soon after. Despite being the only two people in the computer room, Paul and Brian made it feel as if there were other people joining them in their fun, and that was enough.

Life was never boring when we had these guys to talk to: we had friends, and we were glad to have them. It was as if we didn't have to worry about our lives at this point. And then there was him...

A small window rose from beneath the task bar. It only had one simple message: "HeartBreak Kid has sent you a message." There was a glimmer of excitement that was seen in the eyes of both of the brothers. They immediately opened the message, devouring every word of the letter as if it was a piece of salt water taffy.

HeartBreak Kid: Hey guys. Just came to inform you that I'll be in San Antonio for about three weeks. If you want to know where I'll be at, here's my schedule and my plan for my stay. Hope to see you then.

There was some silence as they saw the list. It was if they had found some sacred treasure and were slowly absorbing it. This was it; this was what they were searching for.

To HeartBreak Kid: This is HooliganZ talking. We'll be there in a few days, we'll message you when we get to San Antonio on where to meet, 'kay? See you then.

He called himself HeartBreak Kid. He was the creator of the site, and considered us like members of the family. Whenever he was online, everyone online was united. As if he had plucked a guitar string, and it vibrated, the note wavering into the air and all of us harmonizing to it. It was beautiful....

Paul and Brian soon had a chatroom invite pop onto the screen. It was sent to them from HeartBreak Kid. The two immediately clicked on the link, as the chatroom window opened.

Galaxion: Srsly? That's so kewl! I'm at San Antonio actually; so is Big Brother!

Stryker: …..I'll leave tonight. The night air is perfect to travel in.

Capt. Charisma: Captain Charis will be there in a few nights—provided I can sneak away from my parents house.

Prototype: I'll be there, man! Just let me check if I have any free time.

Viper: Anything to get out of my dad's grip, count me in!

We were on top of the string, we were laughing, we were having fun, we were happy....

We had to leave for San Antonio; there were friends in San Antonio waiting for us. HeartBreak Kid was waiting for us. Galaxion was waiting for us also. And so was Surge, Capt. Charisma, Stryker, Prototype, Viper...everyone was waiting for us to be there...

"I wish we could go there." said Paul, seeing all of the happy responses to HeartBreak Kid's message. "It must be fun to meet up with someone who can relate with you."

"...We're going to go there, Paul." said Brian. "One way or another, we'll be there before he leaves."

Paul nodded his head as he typed in the reply.

HooliganZ: I'll try to make it there as soon as I can. Don't leave without me, HBK.

San Antonio...We just had to go to San Antonio...

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As Paul and Brian relived their memories, Hunter looked up to see Stephanie poke her head into the dining room, eyes full of worry. Hunter just mouthed the words 'It's okay'. Stephanie retracted her head, returning to wash the dinner dishes as silence came back into the room. Then, Hunter began to speak.

"I don't care about your stupid excuses." said Hunter. "And besides, you haven't met up with this 'HBK' in person; how do you guys even know this is safe? San Antonio is a big place and you can get yourself hurt or killed..."

Tomorrow, HeartBreak Kid was going to leave San Antonio for good, and it looked like we would not be able to leave our father's grip. But as we were about to explain that we wouldn't let make someone pregnant...that we just wanted to meet up with some friends...that we wanted to prove to daddy dearest that we could take care of ourselves...our miracle happened.

Suddenly, the lights turned off. All around the house—Stephanie in the kitchen and Ashley in her bedroom doing homework—everything was black.

The power suddenly went out; the house we lived in was pretty old, and sometimes the breaker switch would suddenly go off. It wasn't that big a deal; we were pretty use to it. Mom was immediately rummaging through one of the drawers for the emergency candles and matches, and Ashley was coming down the stairs.

"Daddy, hurry up with the power." Ashley whined as she went down the stairs. Hunter didn't say anything to his sons as he got up, heading toward the kitchen. There was the sound of him hitting one of the chairs, but other than that, there was silence.

"Is everything all right, Steph?" asked Hunter.

"I don't think the breaker's doing anything to help." Stephanie replied to her husband. "Now what do we do?"

December 20th 2005. We had lived with our mother, father and sister for 11 years. It was a cold winter night; we were confused.

Paul and Brian immediately sat up and head toward their bedroom while the rest of the family was fixing the light. They knew what they had to do; they had to leave.

"Now's our chance, Brian." Paul whispered to his brother. "We'll be free..."

Brian didn't respond, but nodded his head as the two ran up the stairs. They opened the door to their bedroom, grasping onto the spare flashlights left on their dresser. Switching them on, cones of light illuminated parts of the room. Brian and Paul shined the lights until they found what they were looking for: two roller luggage bags, ones that were used when traveling to a business trip that carried lots of clothes if you were staying at an area for a long amount of time.

In the dark, we began to pack anything that we could find. Anything that could be useful.

Setting the luggage bags down, the two brothers unzipped them, opening the flaps and started packing in piles of fresh, folded clothes and other belongings. Packing clothes with one hand, grasping their flashlights with another, they kept their ears open, trying to hear if their parents had any success with the power. All the while, they kept their mouths shut, trying to think about what to pack, and what was going to be up ahead.

San Antonio....San Antonio...San Antonio...We didn't know what was going to be waiting for us at San Antonio, but we were willing to gamble our lives in order to escape this hell hole. We had to leave, we were willing to bet...

"Bri, pass me my notebook." Paul hissed. He was soon hit in the head with something light.

"Sorry." Brian whispered in reply.

The important things in our room...our notebooks—but Ashley called them diaries—some money, our special brother pendants (it's a long story), our masks, some pencils and pens...We looked around the room for anything we could've missed. But what did we really need at this point? What did we need?

"That's everything." said Paul, zipping his luggage bag. "You dressed?"

"Yeah." answered Brian, slipping his arms into the coat sleeves. "Now we have to get this stuff out of here without dad noticing."

"Don't worry." said Paul in reply. "At this point, Dad's at the basement along with mom and Ash. Let's get going."

Paul and I were born to breathe; we weren't breathing because we were born. We inhaled oxygen, and exhaled carbon dioxide...we felt alive.

Brian and Paul dropped their lit flashlights and immediately left their bedroom, taking one final quick glance at it before they lifted their luggage bags, and slowly walked downstairs. Their sneakers scuffed against the wooden floors, but it wasn't loud enough for anyone else to hear. Traversing through the living room, they eventually made it to the front door. They set their bags down, looked at the door for at least a few seconds, before removing its chain. Unlocking the door, Paul and Brian grasped the door handle and opened it. They were shortly greeted by a gust of December air as they left the house. They didn't even bother to close the door or take a final glance of their home as they began to walk toward the nearest bus station.

We wanted to be someone different, but we didn't know what type of personality or who we were. We just knew that we wanted to be wrestlers, but our father shot that down without a second thought.

The two finally found the bus stop after walking for around half a mile. Their breath came out in short puffs as they waited for the next bus to arrive, along with everyone else sitting at the benches. They couldn't believe what they had done; they actually ran away from home, and they were going to go on with it.

"Once we step on that bus, that's it." said Paul. "Our ticket to freedom..."

"No more dad to boss us around, no more mom nagging us to do homework, no more little sister thinking we're crazy." said Brian, recalling past memories. "We're going to become people...and we're going to be together."

Paul and Brian soon laced their hands together, something that they had been doing since their orphanage days to comfort each other. They squeezed each others hands, both of them smiling , awaiting the journey ahead of them.

The bus soon drove toward the bus stop. It slowed down, letting out a hiss as the potential bus riders soon stood up. Paul and Brian stared at each other, before staring at the bus. The bus driver pressed on a button, causing the doors on the open. People began to file inside the bus, and set themselves on the seats.

"You ready?" asked Brian. Paul nodded his head in reply.

"Let's go then." they both said simultaneously, walking into the bus. Once they paid the bus fare, the bus driver closed the doors. Paul and Brian gripped onto one of the poles, and felt the bus leave to their destination of San Antonio.

Males, age 17. Ditzy, stubborn, rebellious, taking caution to the wind. Just kids. That's who we were. And here we were, on our own...to the city of San Antonio and our new home.