A young girl who meets a new “group” of people that change her life forever.
Meet me at the sewer square, 2:00 AM.” That’s what the note said, that was stuck on her window on a Wednesday night. So, she went, kind of scared, but very curious. There was a misty reddish light seeping out of the sewer as she arrived. She casually looked in; a man popped out. He was probably only about 18 or nineteen years old. He had three four inch spike sticking out of his head. He also had three eyebrow piercings on each eye, one nose piercing, and one tongue piercing. He had about six different chokers around his neck. He gestured for her to come in. After a hesitant moment she followed him down the ladder and into the sewer, or at least what she had always thought to be a sewer. When she reached the bottom she was rushed with the familiar scent of marijuana and cigarettes. Within only a few steps in two figures clothed in all black rushed her into a smaell room; where about 20 indiviuals wer e sitting in chairs surrounded by several more of the figures in black. A part of her was beginning to regret coming, yet she was still freaking out inside with curiousity. She sat down and started talking the girl next to her. She was a fourteen year old girl who had found the exact note on her window. She had long hair died green and pulled back into a tight French twist on the back of her head. After sitting in the now crowded room for about ten minutes, there was a loud bang, followed by silence, then complete darkness. Seconds later the dark figures sinotamlesly lit candles placed all around the dark room. A man stood up in front of the room. He was about 26 years old. He looked perfect in every way to her. He had spiky hair, with about six taller spikes going down the middle of his head. His hair was bleached, except each spike was died a different color, green, blue, purple, yellow, orange and red. He then explained why everyone has been brought to this meeting. They were a group followers who believed in their own religion, which was based on freedom. After about an hour of listening to the demonstration; she decided, she was in love. In love with the group, and in love with their leader.
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