The seemingly frost covered concrete caused the cold to seep into Y/n’s skin as he slowly awoke from his long slumber. The last thing that he had remembered was sleeping in that tiny bed next to... Chloe.

Checking his senses weren’t trying to trick the boy, he felt around his surroundings. ‘Hard mattress... Check... Covers... Not there.’ concluding that he was in fact no longer in his previous resting place, he hastily checked his surroundings.

The warmth that clung to his back had ceased to exist, amongst other things that had touched him. A deep red hue sprung upon his face as he covered his head with his hands in embarrassment, completely forgetting that he was in an unknown location.

Opening his eyes, a dull and unfurnished room formed around him. ‘At least I’m not in another bed... Honestly I think that would scare me more than waking up in this prison like room.’

Y/n’s previous experiences had certainly skewed the boy’s perception as to what was good and bad, feeling quite fortune to be where he was as of current.

The gunmetal grey walls greeted his eyes which spun around the room finding only a few pieces of furniture, namely a small bed hanging from the wall and a white table set opposite the massive metal door which kept the boy imprisoned within.

The sound of keys hitting against one and another grew louder as heavy footsteps joined the fray. As the boy looked over to the door, several locks clicked open, a large bulky man appearing in front of him.

Two large black orbs dug holes into the figure standing inside the cell, a thin and powerless male. The larger of the two scoffed at the thought that the doors had several locks and inches of steel preventing this twig looking guy from escaping.

Hell, he doubted the young’n had the guts to attempt it anyways.

“Morning Roll call. After that It’s time to work you like a mule. Get used to it, that’s your life for the foreseeable future.” the giant man laughed, sounding as if thunder had struck down from the heavens.

Y/n grimaced at the new information that had been allocated to him, not looking forward to be ‘worked like a mule’ as the man put it. Furthermore, it looked as if it would be unpaid work as well.

Shoved out of the room, the tall teen slowly advanced forwards, as if he were a death row inmate walking towards his execution chamber. It would appear that his cell was located at the end of the corridor, seven other doors located to the left of his.

Multiple cameras lined the ceiling, a woman equipped with a pistol guarding a pair of dark brown oak doors. Exerting a small grunt to the woman, the large man thrusted open the wood, revealing a large rectangular white room.

Surveying the land in front of him, Y/n soon became aware of the seven pairs of orbs which inquisitively looked him up and down.

A head of fiery orange hair stepped forward, opening his mouth to speak to the boy, “My name’s Isaac. You one of us?” he queried, an apprehensive expression upon his countenance. Y/n shrugged in confusion, prompting a girl with matte black hair to step forward, offering an explanation.

“He wants to know if you were kidnapped like the rest of us. Ashley’s the name. You?” she said.

Before the teen could answer, the large man’s voice boomed out, “He’ll be working with you lot. Make sure to rough him up, he’s one of us.”

The red head gave Y/n a fierce stare, looking ready to give him a fist or two, before being blocked by a slim outreached hand, belonging to a tall blonde hair.

“Imbecile. Isaac, look at the bastard.” she paused, letting the hot-headed boy to observe the large man who had a large grin upon his countenance, clearly being entertained by their in fighting. “Besides, look at the kid. You think they’d hire someone as scrawny as his ass?” she reasoned, causing Y/n to look down at his body, a frown growing on his face.

Isaac paused, clearly in deep thought before nodding his head, agreeing with the green eyed girl. Y/n’s eyes moved from the hot head to the two other girls, and then onto the other people who had yet to speak.

The group was comprised up of mostly females, three males and the four of the opposite gender. A small black haired male stood behind the bulk of the people. His silky hair hung over his eyes, leaving his expression unknown. With the way he was clinging onto another male, he seemed quite timid.

The man he was holding onto was of a normal height and was armed with muscles. It seemed that where ever they were did not stop him from upkeeping his physical state. He was equipped with gunmetal grey hair and brown eyes, a black vest clinging to his body emphasising his build.

Looking towards his feet, reality slowly began to seep into Y/n’s bones. He was, once again, in an unknown location with potentially dangerous people surrounding him. Worrying about what tragedy may have befallen the one eyed girl, the anxious teen unconsciously starting to tap his foot on the ground to release his stress.

BANG! The large oak door that Y/n had been pushed through slammed shut, making the tall teen jump, the mountainous man nowhere to be seen. A couple of murmurs erupted from the group of people in front of him, before someone got pushed forward, a slightly tanned hand coming into Y/n’s vision.

“Hey. Sorry about that my dude... I’ve been told about my seemingly short temper...not that I agree with them though...”Isaac apologised, murmuring the last part.

Y/n grasped his hand, loosely shaking it before he spoke, “How did you guys find yourself here? I was... sharing a bed... with a friend of mine before I woke up here.” he explained.

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A soft voice came from the girl next to well built man, amber orbs and dark tanned skin adorned her body alongside short brown hair. As muscular as the man next to her, she had a few visible scars upon her countenance.

“That seems to be the case for everyone here as well. Nathan has been here the longest, three months.” she pointed over to the small black haired boy, prompting him to cling to Thomas even more than before under Y/n’s gaze.

“Apparently, there were more people before him... although they were taken away for some reason.” she added, a worried expression breaking out onto her countenance, seemingly scared that It may happen to her.

Before any more conversations could break out, a light, feminine voice sounded out from above them from a speaker, “Break Time’s over. Get back to work.” they commanded. The tanned girl groaned at this new information, Ashley signalling Y/n to follow the group as they walked over to a large metal door.

Inside the room was a large greenhouse, various plants and herbs were being grown. The black haired girl glanced over to Y/n, “I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you what they want us to do. Come on; I’ll show you the ropes.” she spoke, her cheerful tone unbefitting of the situation they were currently stuck in.

At least her sprightful attitude towards the boy granted him some solace within this unfamiliar place.

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Abruptly being pulled out from her state of unconsciousness which made the girl start, she frantically looked at her surroundings and her clothes, clearly startled as to why she was now soaking wet in cold water.

The culprit was a medium sized man who was slim and held an empty bucket. His ginger hair was messy wearing an oversized blue jumper and a pair of slim fit jeans. A large grin was splayed all over his countenance as he giggled to himself as a result of how Chloe was reacting.

“Evan, could we not have just gotten Freddie to slap her a few times? Now she has to change otherwise she’s gonna catch a damn cold!” a high pitched voice erupted from behind the teen, a pair of grey pigtails swung to and fro as she exaggeratedly tilted her head to the side, a frown decorating her face.

“Shut up Eve. This method is way more fun.” The teen replied, resulting in the girl swiftly moving towards the boy and sucker punching him in his stomach, “Don’t call me that. It’s Evelyn to you.” she spat, her seemingly harmless and playful attitude nowhere to be found.

Evan keeled down onto his legs as he held his stomach, the punch clearly holding some power.

“Now now, let’s try not to inflict too much damage onto our comrades. We’re all in the same boat here... What’s your name? If you don’t provide us one, we’ll take it upon ourselves to allocate you one.” said a monotone voice, the owner of which had a small body and blue glasses, her blonde hair cut to chest length.

Evelyn seemed to agree with the other girl and thus returned to the group, but not before giving Evan another kick in the stomach for good measure once he’d lowered his guard due to the small girl’s statement.

A tall bespectacled man commented out with an authoritative voice, “Let’s move. The boss is going to be pissed if we are too late.”

The others nodded their heads in agreement, Evelyn beckoning Chloe to come with them as they exited her temporary room and moved past the large oak door which guarded the room placed at the end of the corridor.

Behind the door laid a large room which consisted of a large kitchen, gym and library. A few doors littered the walls of the room as they traversed across the room. Evelyn hung back next to Chloe and started to introduce herself.

“Hi Hi! The name’s Evelyn! I’ve been here for nearly three whole months now! Ha! I’ve probably broken a record for the longest living member of the Stinger Squad. Who’s your special someone? I know ya have one since you’re here!” she rapidly spoke, her words flowing like the water from a broken dam.

Taking a moment to process the information fed to her as they walked towards another door, “Don’t have a ‘special someone’. Just a friend, that’s all. We got separated. Again.” Chloe bit her lip anxiously, frustration laced within her words, clearly apparent as she aggravatedly sighed.

‘Pathetic... I said I would protect him and now I don’t even know where the fuck he is...’she inwardly scolded herself.

Evelyn’s lips curved upwards as she silently stared at the girl, the group stopping before a door, Freddy opening the door for Chloe, the orange haired teen walked into the room, swinging it shut behind her.

Various newspaper clippings were stuck onto the walls surrounding the office, most of them with similar headings such as, “Lion Gang suffers heavy damages after recent gang war!“. A large oak desk equipped with various documents neatly organised on top of it entered Chloe’s vision as a figure sat on a leather chair stared at the girl.

His gelled black hair was not covered by the fedora he’d worn previously, a white waistcoat and black T-shirt adorning his physique. Looking up towards the intruder, he took off his reading glasses and looked the girl up and down.

“Ah, you. It would seem that you’ve managed to escape the Police, thanks to my men of course. Now, it’s time to...” Chloe interrupted the man who reached towards a glass which contained some iced whiskey, “Where’s my Y/n?” she seethed.

Epsilon slowly smirked, “You lot are all the same, you know that right? Those people that you’ve just met said those exact words to me as well!” he chuckled, amused by her authoritative tone.

His countenance changing into a serious tone, quickly pulling out a shiny black pistol that he had holstered on his hip, “Oi Bratt. I’m the one in control here. If you want to see ‘Your Y/n’ then do as I say. Another outburst like that will only award you with a new hole in your head, free of charge of course.” Epsilon calmly explained, blowing the smoke that was emitted from the tip of the gun.

He surveyed Chloe’s reaction to his threat. Nothing. Not a flinch. A smile grew upon his countenance as he kicked his legs up on the desk. “Fine. It’ll be Y/n that get’s the bullet instead of you.” he reasoned.

“If you so much as harm a single HAIR on his body, I swe...”

BANG!

A fresh bullet hole was now located an inch away from her right ear, “Next time I won’t miss. It’ll be you first and then Y/n.” he laughed.

Gritting her teeth, her non-existent finger nails digging into her palm, silently standing still whilst trying to think of a way to become in possession of that gun.

“Now, I’m sure you’re very intrigued as to why I’ve invited you here... You could say that I’m a collector of sorts. As a leader of a large gang, there are certain... lets just say, "high risk" operations. I’m not so heartless as to ask my own men to engage in such things, so I get you guys to do it.” he explained, a small smile equipped upon his countenance.

Fiddling with the black gun, he resumed his speech. “There’s a certain type of person... that will go through unimaginable things to be reunited with their special someone. My Stinger Squad is comprised of seven, now eight, rowdy people who are exactly that type of person. It’s very hard to kill someone when they have such a strong will to survive, to live, even more so when It’s for the sake of another.” he pushed another bullet into the magazine, pushing it back into the pistol, cocking it.

“So It’s a suicide squad.” she summarized, a disgusted expression evident on her face.

“How crude. But, I guess that’s one way of putting it. I would rather akin it too some very helpful volunteers!” he heartily laughed.

“If you betray me, I’ll make sure that both you and your little boyfriend die in the most painful way possible. I’ll kill him in front of your withered body and then publicly execute you.” his orbs gleamed with malicious intent.

“Welcome. Welcome to the Stinger Squadron. I hope you achieve excellence for us, the prideful and supreme Lions.” his lips forming a tight line as he stared at the young scarred teen.

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Author Note: gun go brr