Who Said Humans Were Boring?

Addilyn approached her home with silent footsteps, in disguise as always. She was a wanted person after all. Looking up, she spotted Zane peeking down from the top floor window, she gave him a nod and he disappeared. After what had happened, Addi has founded her own gang of misfits, most of which were also running from the law. Currently, they were all holding up in an old hotel. It was still running but the owner didn't really care that people weren't paying to stay. Plus, he had his own secrets that Addilyn knew all about, so technically she was sorta blackmailing him. Addi pulled down her black hood, revealing her pitch black hair. She was dressed in dark clothes, a black jacket and dark blue skinny jeans. Her bow and quiver hidden under the clothes. Unlike all the wonderful wanted pictures, she wore black eyeliner, with eye shadow that was purposely made to make her look tired; the biggest difference was her hair which was loose and a dark grayish-blue beanie on her head. Addilyn entered the place with grocery bags in her hand, multiple items hadn't been paid for. They didn't have the money for that.

Prison was not like the movies.

After expecting just sitting around in a cell all day, or being worked to death, having labor to do, but still getting treated well, or the prison version of well, Jason was pleasantly surprised.

It still sucked though.

Although he had been muscular before, his body had hardened further, and the look in his eyes was fiercesome. There was still hard work to do. Some of that work, though, was him punching a bag during the free period, or running on a treadmill, or any other sort of exercise.

If one didn't give a show of strength early on, you were chum. Dead chum, to be exact. Jason wasnt going to end up being fish food. Right away he beat someone up to near death, then attacked a prison guard. Once his fellow prisoners got to know him, know him being, that he was semi-decent and was in here for murder, he was quickly elected in a unanimous vote that he was the law.

And the law was always enforced.

Addilyn ignored the receptionist as normal and headed straight up to the top floor. Meeting Zane half way up, his mischievous grin plastered on his elvish face. Zane was the youngest out of the 6, only being 13. He was wanted for continuously robbing multiple stores, he was a great kid. "Here, lemme help," Addilyn rolled her eyes and shoved a bag at him. "Chill Ms. Moodypants, tonight is the meteor shower! Everyone except Al is excited!" Addilyn sighed, glancing over to the boy who was taller than even her. He was a wiry child, made for running and not combat. His black hair naturally messy, his skin very, very pale. He didn't get to go out as much as the others, but due to his pale skin you could see his freckles really well, and his eyes were ice blue. They couldn't do anything to disguise him so he little ball of energy was forced to stay inside all day while the others ran errands and the like. Zane was obsessed with the stars and planets and all that stupid mumbo jumbo that Addilyn could not care less about. He was innocent that way.

Alone in his cell, Jason was hunched over the sink. Looking up into his reflections eyes, he noticed the hollowness, the sunken-in areas, and the bags. Suddenly, a burst of anger coursed through him. How dare these people keep him here? Away from his dead-beat father, and beautiful, amazing Addi? Away from his friends? His gang? And now he was stuck with a bunch of other people who were going nowhere - idiots, all of them. No plans. Jason punched the already cracked mirror, shattering it. The anger slowly ebbed. His fist bled slightly, but small scapes didn't matter anymore. Nothing really did.

After a whole 10 minutes, Addilyn and Zane made it to the top. Zane groaned as they climbed over the last step, meanwhile Addi laughed softly. "Open the door for the lady Zane." Addilyn grinned as he rolled his eyes and opened the door for her. She just shouldered past and Zane mumbled very rude things about her. "Shut up Zane, lemme take this for ya." Al was there, he was 19 and the tallest person Addilyn had ever met. He stood at 6'5 and was well muscled, that probably had to do with the fact that he went to the hotel's gym every morning. His skin a nice carmel color and his eyes a warm cocoa in color. Out of all of them he had done a crime almost as bad as Addi, he had sent someone into a coma, the person was still out cold. The one horrible thing about Al was that every girl in the gang was attracted to him. Except Addi of course, in fact, the one and only time he had ever flirted with her, Addilyn had broke his nose.

The worst thing about prison were the people.

More specifically, the girls.

Movies don't show hot babes being criminals.

But there are a lot of hot girls.

And Jason was quite the looker.

The people here disgusted him. Not because they were criminals, but because they sunk so low. Like they have to morals or standards. He had said many times he was taken, but he always got the same answer. "She won't ever know! And besides, you have a life sentence! You'll never see her again!" But Jason would know. Jason would know, and remember. He would never do that to Addi. She might think he was dead, and it was better for her to think that, but he knew she was alive. Or, at least she was alive four months ago.

After putting all the stuff away they all went to the roof. Addilyn had to drag Al up there but everyone went up. In total, there was six people, others weren't as close of members or lived in the hotel next door. The main six included, Addilyn, Al, Zane, Iris, Amika and Brax. Iris and Amika were sisters, both had set fire to their own home. Iris was a tall girl, also the older of the two. Both had the same sort of look, both had thick blonde hair with bright blue eyes. Their builds were slight and made them look scrawny but they both were skilled with knives. Amika was the younger one, yet was tougher and had a tattoo wrapping around her arm of a fiery dragon. Amika was 19 and Iris was 20. Brax was the serious, quiet one of the group, also the only other person who spoke fluent Spanish. He was a bit taller than Iris and shorter than Al. His skin was a sun kissed sort of tan and his eyes a deep hazel. Unlike the others, his brown hair was perfection and always gelled so his bangs didn't get in his face. He was skilled in hand to hand combat and could even give Al a run for his money in a fight. As they all sat there, waiting for the meteor shower, Al's phone began to ring. He picked it up and moved off to the side while Zane spewed random facts about he stars. Addilyn watched as Al's expression grew angry and worried. She knew that look all to well.

Both were sweating hard. The larger one was bald with a thick bristly beard and one eye. His name was Jonas, but everyone called his Ribs. The name came from the earring he wore made out of a human rib. The other one had close cropped dark blue hair and orange/brown eyes. Their skin tone was olive, and they were slim. Their name was Alex, also know as Rainbow. Alex was gender fluid, preferring to be called "they."

Alex kicked upwards, and Ribs winced. The single moment was enough for them, and they whipped out a knife and held it to his throat. Ribs have a belly laugh and headlocked Alex, ruffling their hair. Alex pushed him away, but smiled.

Jason walked over to them, giving a nod of aproval to Alex. "Nice, Rainbow." The two were the only people Jason could stand in the whole prison, and was pretty good friends with them.

Ribs was a dealer, and knew how to get things. Only, his knowledge of things was not enough to keep him out of jail.

Rainbow was a robber, murderer, arsonist, and artist. The artist part is graffiti all over the city.

Both were bad people on the outside, but they were the same as Jason. Once you formed a bond, they were as loyal as dogs.

Addilyn watched as Al hung up, panic covering his gaze. "We need to go no-." Cutting him off was a loud bang from the door of their room. The others were startled but Addilyn wasn't. Running over and slamming the door shut then locking it. "We don't have time for anything, they are coming, jump onto the next building now!" Addilyn didn't have to know what had happened on the phone to understand the situation. The cops had been notified of the gang's position and the phone call had been the others warning them. They were probably dead by now. Everyone responded and Al hurried everyone over to the next building. A loud bang at the roof door signified the coming of cops. "Hurry!" Addilyn yelled as she took out her bow and put an arrow in its place. It was aimed straight for the door. Another loud bang and the door popped out and fell to the floor with a loud crash. "Addilyn go now!" Al yelled, but she couldn't because they were already on her. She sent arrows into the group, hearing the groans of the dying. A flash startled her, a picture. Al jumped and Addilyn quickly followed. "Crap crap crap," from there Addilyn began to mutter every curse she knew in Spanish as the group continued to run. A loud groan came from Iris and Amika screamed. Her sister lay on the floor, blood peaking through a hole in her jacket. "Come on," Addilyn yelled and dragged Amika forwards. They had escaped, but Addilyn knew her picture would be on tv soon enough. They would put up new wanted posters and this makeup would be completely useless. At least she had looked cool in the picture(lol I'm dead) Addilyn felt something drip down her side and noticed that she had been grazed by a bullet. She would have to look at the wound later.

The picture did look cool actually. The photographer had snapped a photo right before he died. Addilyn was looking straight at the camera, and arrow going straight for the camera.