Geeanity

"There are many who don't wish to sleep for the fear of nightmares. Sadly there are many who don't wish to wake for the same fear," - Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions, The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher Party Poison's eyes flicked open. He must have been asleep for no longer than an hour. As he woke he realised that something was wrong, something was different. He rubbed his eyes, and waited for the bleariness to settle. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he felt himself freeze as instead of his feet meeting the usual wooden floor they were met with the bleak cold of concrete. He stared down, it was concrete. But the strangest ch

Party Poison He stared down at the ray gun in his hands. They'd all just got one, under his own instructions. "We're rebels now, outlaws. As far as they are concerned, we are the enemy. We need to be ready for any fight they bring to us, or that we bring to them." His words. Spoken confidently as his brother and two best friends listened carefully. He'd spoken of weapons, of learning to fight, learning to steal, learning to kill. "We need to protect our identities, we'll be harder to find if they don't know who we really are." That one had proven a little more difficult. All of them were proud of who they were, what they were. No one much li