Experimental Life Style ch.1

Chapter 1

Rumor and Morcandis drove down a highway. It had been fourteen years and they were finally ready to start their plan. They had also made it to Earth. Rumor drove the van and Morcandis readied to open the sliding door whenever Rumor commanded. They drove up a small dirt road and Rumor commanded for Morcandis to throw the sleeping 15 year old Revenge out of the van. Morcandis did and they drove away.

They did this with Rogue, 16; Agony, 14; and Misery, 14. After that they drove back to the dirt road of which they left Revenge. They drove up the road to a rather large house. It was Gothic in design and was covered in dark colors. Rumor pulled into the small driveway that was never met to house a car. Morcandis climbed out of the back seat and went into the house. He placed a packet of information on the couch with purple and black stripes then left. He and Rumor returned to Mica to take care of business.

Revenge pushed herself off the road. She whipped the dirt of her white robe. She was shocked that she was wearing something so horrid; no shoes either. She walked up the dirt road. Her eyes followed the tire tracks of the van. She soon started to walk in them. She liked the way the wet dirt felt against her feet. She had the strangest feeling that they had never felt ground before. She didn't have a clue where the feeling came from. She didn't remember much about growing up. All she knew was that she was 15 and lost.

As Revenge continued up the path, a house came into view. It was large and it shocked her. The roof was slanted and the shingles all really dark purple. The tinted windows were angled and the black door was also that way. The grass was a mangled mess and all deadly brown. The driveway was small but it was paved with new concrete. The garage door was old and broken, something that didn't both Revenge too much. She trudged up through the brown grass and to the door. She tapped it and it opened. One step in and the door closed behind her. It was dark inside. No lights, only some unlit candles scattered around. Revenge walked in farther and noticed and bright white packet sitting on the dark couch. She picked it up and started to read aloud.

"Revenge, I know you're the first here, so don't pretend. This is your home now, you must keep it. You will have three other guests, two boys and one other girl. You will no them when you see them. You four work for me and you will do what we say. You each have something I like to call a death toll. You and Rogue must kill two people a week to live and Misery and Agony must kill one. If you don't do it, I will hunt you down and kill you. Don't be alarmed, it'll all fall into place, my little curious one. Don't worry, with a mind like yours Revenge, you'll figure it all out, including your life," Revenge put the paper down and looked over to the door. She saw a figure standing in the door way. She couldn't make out much about it, except it was a male who seemed to be muscular. Revenge lit a candle and smiled ready to laugh. Who she saw was not to be feared. His hair was black and dangling in his eyes. His eyes were a piercing red. He wore a dark blue t-shirt with the letters "WTF" written on it in large black letters. He wore blue jeans.

"Hey," the boy said, studying Revenge, "what up with the robe?"

Revenge blushed, "I don't know. I was wearing it when I woke up."

The boy nodded, "Well I'd find something else to wear if I were you. Oh, by the way, the name's Agony."

Revenge nodded, "Revenge, nice to meet you Agony," she shook his hand.

"Cool pad am I right?" Agony asked.

"Yeah. well make yourself at home, this is it now," Revenge left Agony in the living room so she could go check out the up stairs. Agony walked that way a bit, until he caught a glimpse of the door at the bottom of the stairs leading to the basement. The door was shiny and metal. Agony walked down the stairs and banged on the door, it was solid steal. He read something engraved on a plague on the front of the door "Rogue Only," it read. Agony then turned and walked back upstairs. He sat down on the couch and started to whistle softly a tune he didn't know.

Revenge walked down the stairs soon wearing blue jeans and a red shirt with a gold stripe going around her in two large "x's" on the the front and back. She looked as if she was wearing some kind of armor, for the sleeves were also gold. Agony then got a better look at her. Her hair went down to mid back. She also had to longer pieces of hair on either side that went down to her lower back. Agony thought they looked like upside down horns. He also noticed that her hair looked to have the look of thread. It didn't part anyway, and he couldn't see any stay hairs. Once Revenge noticed Agony staring she rubbed the back of her head.

"I don't know why I look like this…I just do," Revenge admitted.

Agony nodded, "That's alright. I was just trying to get a better look."

Just as Revenge was about to reply, the door shot open. Agony stood up and stood his ground. Revenge just looked in disgust as a girl walked into the house. Her hair was silver and it was a mess. The low pony-tail hung down right below her shoulder blades. And the girl had massive bangs covering her eyes. Her head was titled to the side and she licked her teeth. She walked closer to them both.

"What's your name, boy?" she asked as she walked up to Agony. She tilted her head to the other side.

Agony smirked, "Agony, what's yours?"

"Misery…" she smiled.

"Oh," Agony raised an eyebrow, "well welcome to your new home, Misery."

"We're missing one," Revenge said.

Agony and Misery both looked at her, "What?"

"In the note I was given, there is supposed to be four of us."

"Four?" Misery asked, licking her teeth."

Revenge nodded.

"Well we've got three," Agony said yawning, "and I ain't waiting around, I'm shoving off to bed." Agony started for the stairs.

"Ok, but there is only one room left. It's go two beds," Revenge said, "I took the office with the futon."

Agony nodded and walked up the stairs.

"So I'm sharing a room with him?" Misery asked.

Revenge nodded.

"Hot," Misery walked after Agony.

Revenge shook off after hearing that and walked outside. She closed the door behind her and looked across the street. Standing there was a boy. He wore a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Both were very baggy. His hands were in his pockets and he was staring at the house. The wind blew his dark brown hair. He was large, but not chubby large, he was muscular. He was very very muscular. Revenge had been as quiet as possible when she walked out, but the boy soon looked her way. His midnight blue eyes were intense and seemed to cut right through her. She backed up, but he only stared.

The boy's name was Rogue, and he was 16. He listened to the sound of her breathing, though she was at the house and he was on the dirt road. He had super-human hearing. He hadn't trained himself to block out breathing and the beating of a heart, but he would learn. He took his hands out of his pockets, they were large and strong. He turned and started walking down the road. Revenge ran back in the house stricken with some kind of fear. "Who was that?!" She asked herself.