Note: Team Crafted bit now, finally :D 

 Mitch's POV

Finally reaching the darkened alleyways, Jerome is stood there waiting for me, leaning casually on the alley walls, hands in his pockets. I relax a little, glancing one more time behind me-I had finally lost the police. The distant whirring of sirens were getting quieter and quieter as they go the wrong way. Jerome glances at me, cocking his head to the side to exaggerate hearing the police cars and raises a questioning eyebrow.

I loved mornings.

The sun was barely beginning to rise, casting large shadows across the already dark alleyway. It smelt of bread, and fish. Not surprising, since we were next to a bakers shop, who also happened to sell fish and eggs and other crap stuff-I had never really bothered to go in to see what merchandise he had.

"What did you do now?" Jerome asks knowingly, leaning off the wall and straightening up. He wore a tacky black hoodie that hung off his slim figure, and comfortable tacky black pants. Pulling the hood onto his short brown hair, he walks to me and follows me as I carry on down the alleyway.

"Went to those blaze rod dealers. Husky wants his money back, they wouldn't do, so I shot them" I say simply. "All of them?" he asks, kicking a bin aside as we turn a corner. "Not all. The others ran before I could get 'em. Smart boys. Here, by the way, got you a souvenir." I grin, plucking out a handful of Blaze rods and handing them to his outstretched hand.

"Aw, you shouldn't have" he laughs, tucking them into his hoodie pocket. We exit the alleyway, stiffening a little as we get to the road, but it was early morning and no one was about. Crossing easily, we slip into the opposite alleyway. To others, the alleyways of Mistral City were an endless maze, a labyrinth of crime. To us? It was home.

We could hear the familiar laughing of the other guys, lounging around outside our favourite shop-the ammo shop. Sky came into view first, his brown hair flattened, sticking up slightly at the front. He glances at us, grinning widely-he was always happy, Sky. Much happier when he killed someone, but still always happy.

"Hey boys!" he laughs, and I roll my eyes. As we pull into view, Husky, with his curly black hair and narrow eyes, leans off a bin he was sitting on and steps towards us. "Well?" he boomed in his incredibly deep voice. "Wouldn't pay the money, so I shot 'em. They had no money on them, but they had plenty of these" I smile, taking out the remaining Blaze rods and tossing them to whoever could catch them, saving a few for myself.

"Works just as well, but I could of done with the money" he sighs, taking one and lighting it. The familiar spark of the flames flickers eerily in the shadows and he smiles, inhaling.

Note: Yes Blaze Rods are kind of like drugs in this world :D

"What you doing with the leftovers, Mitch? Selling 'em?" SSundee's voice laughs from the other side, and I look over at the spiky brown haired man, with permanent shades on. "Savin' 'em for later" I smirk, tucking the ones in my red and black checkered hoodie back into the pockets.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Deadlox asks. He had brown hair with a slight curled fringe on his forehead, and he looked very similiar to Sky. "I don't know, screw some stuff up" Sky shrugs, smiling again. "Sounds like a plan!" Ryan grins, rubbing a hand through his black stubble of hair.

Filing out of the alleyway, we cross back over to the road, this time sticking to the pavement. People were beginning to wake up now, though none of them crossed out paths-one look at our gang and they were out of the way in an instant across the road.

One person didn't though. He had a blue hoodie on and blue jeans. His head was down, flicking quickly through a phone. He walked straight into me, and I narrow my eyes.

He looks up quickly, light blue eyes flickering warily to all of us, who had stopped to glare at this person who couldn't be bothered to move. "Sorry" he mutters nervously, trying to dodge past me.

"Nu uh. You ain't going anywhere" I snap, pushing him back with a hand. He stumbles back, flicking a blonde-brown fringe out his eyes. "Look, I didn't mean to, I was distracted" he stutters, licking his lips nervously. "Who are you?" Sky barks, stepping forward. "Liam." he replies, slipping his phone slowly into his pocket, as if to not bring attention to it.

"Give me that" I command, pointing at his pocket. His eyes widen in alarm, backing away. "This...no, I can't, it's my birthday present, my birthday is today!" he protests. "Oh boo hoo, pass it over Liam." Sky taunts, walking over to him till he was right in his face.

"Please, I'll give you money, just not this" he pleads, backing away quickly. Sky grabs his hoodie, pulling him roughly towards him. "If you refuse us one more time, I'll slam my fist into your throat" he hisses. 

"Boys, boys, leave him alone" a familiar annoying voice coos. The boys seem to relax, turning to the source of the voice.

"Ashley!" Ryan grins, running his eyes over her slim figure, white blouse with the top few buttons purposely undone, a black skirt that was way too short and heels.

Who the hell wears that kind of stuff at 5' O clock in the morning?

"Hello boys, sorry to keep you waiting..." she smirks, tossing her thick brown hair over her shoulder and biting her lip apologetically. The boys simpered and swooned, crowding round her and forgetting the boy on the pavement who sees this as a chance to run. He catches my eye for a second, swallowing. I sigh, and nod my head in the opposite direction, and he takes off quickly.

"Where've you been Ashley?" Jerome asks. "With Tyler" she grins, and the boys wolf whistle. I only shake my head in disgust. She was the slut of this group, who whored herself out. That's the only reason Sky let her walk in and out of our territory. I hated her, just because of the fact that she was obsessed with me.

"Hello Mitch. Am I glad you're here. I missed you the most..." she purrs, strutting towards me and winding her arms around my neck. I grit my teeth stiffly, pulling her arms off me awkwardly. "Nice to see you again, Ashley" I say awkwardly, stepping away. She smiles, stretching and puffing her chest out, which did nothing for me. I just kept staring at her, wondering how they could be so obsessed with her, a whore.

"I know it is" she giggles, but, realizing my attention was not on her, she spins round on her heels, walking back to the other boys. Jerome parts from the crowd and we walk away.

"You're weird Mitch, to turn Ashley down. She's a stunner" Jerome laughs. "I don't like her type" I say gruffly, cringing as I push my fists into my hoodie. "In that case, I'll have her if you won't" he chuckles. "I don't care" I sigh. "Who's your type then?" he asks curiously. I frown-I hadn't really thought about that.

"I don't know" I say finally. "Ah, well, Mitch, you'll find someone. For now, let's just screw stuff up like we do best!" he grins. I grin back. "Sounds like a plan!" I laugh, and we carry on down the road.

Kim's POV

Gripping the rough yellow sponge in my hand, I scrub the beakers in the sink. Sighing, I brush back my brown hair, covering it in soap suds. I curse quietly, remembering Tia was asleep upstairs.

Duncan had come back last night with Simon and Lewis. He was angry at Tia for something, angry at Lewis and Simon for something, angry with everyone. He was effing and blinding, shouting and raving. Tia slept right on through it. Eventually, Lewis calmed him down and convinced him to talk to her in the morning.

The house was quiet now. I always woke up early, to clean the dishes and whatever scientific equipment Duncan had finished using. He always expected me to clean the dishes, make the breakfast, clean the beds...I was like a slave to him. I was his apprentice, after all, but I was expecting to be taught things not clean up after his lazy ass. 

The creaking of the floor above me alerted me that Tia was awake. I smiled-Tia knew Duncan was hard on me and often helped me do the chores. But sometimes, like today, she would be in a bad mood, just like Duncan was everyday.

Turning round, the stairs thumped slowly as she made her way downstairs. I turned back to the sopping wet beaker and took hold of the towel, swivelling round to see her.

"Morning" I smile, placing the beaker on the drainer. "Morning. Stick kettle on, will you?" she yawns, plonking herself down at a chair and grabbing a newspaper. "That's the old one, I still have to pick the new one up" I tell her, sitting opposite her after drying my hands and flicking the switch on the kettle. She was still in her pyjamas (Tia hardly ever got changed unless she absolutely had to in a life or death situation), black woolly trousers with purple slippers and a pink dressing gown that had definitely seen better days. She didn't care about her appearance, especially in the morning.

I myself had a red top on with small sleeves, jeans and just socks on. Glancing over at the door as if in fear that Duncan was going to come in, I fidget in my seat. 

"So. What was all that yellin' about yesterday?" she grunts, tossing the newspaper aside. "Oh. You heard that, huh" I grimace. "The whole street could hear it" Tia sighs, standing up as the kettle whistles and clicks loudly, signalling it was ready to make her morning cup of coffee. "Well, from what I got, Lewis and Simon were going to sell you to...you know...the Dog Father, and Duncan overheard that you were his friend?" I ask curiously. Tia stops for a few seconds, before carrying on.

"Is it true?" I ask quietly, wondering how she could befriend such an evil man like him. "Ridgedog," she starts, and I shiver when I hear his name-some in this city say it was cursed if you said it, "and I are just acquaintances, nothing more. He's saved me many times from a certain death, so I guess you could say I owe him my life" she says, dropping a spoonful of coffee into her cup and two and a half sugars.

I watch her as she pours the water in, stirring it absentmindedly before she turns to me. "If Duncan starts telling me who I can and can't have as friends, then I'll just leave" she says simply, yanking open the fridge door for the milk.

"Oh is that so?" Duncan's voice says from the doorway and I cringe. Tia doesn't react just carries on pouring the milk into the cup, stirring it a little faster than she should of. She wasn't someone who looked scared, but I've known her for a long time and I could tell she was.

"Yes it is" she says simply. dropping the spoon on the side and turning to the door. I turn round too, seeing the scientist staring calmly at her. That was a bad sign. Angry shouting meant he was pissed off. Calm glaring meant she was screwed.

"If it's a problem for you, I can leave. I'm aloud to have friends, Dunc" she says softly, using his nickname. His eyes soften just the slightest. "Anyone but him. Hell, even Sips and Sjin! But not him" he demands. "Look, he's not even really a friend. We talk sometimes, that's all" she sighs. Duncan sighs too, walking over to the sideboard. She glances at me, eyes narrowing slightly-I swallowed nervously. So I wasn't aloud to say anything to Duncan about what she had said.

"Is that all?" he asks quietly. "If you're suggesting we're in some romantic relationship, I'm going to have to question your morals. Heck, I would go out with Sips before I went out with him" she sniffs, before leaving, sipping her coffee as she left.

Duncan sighs, gripping the sideboard. "You OK?" I ask softly, going over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "I just wish she would see that I'm trying to protect her" he whispers.

Before I can say anything, there's a yell of surprise from the corridor and a loud thumping noise as a body hits the floor, followed by the shattering of a coffee cup.

Note: I have nothing against anyone like Ashley, or anyone from the Yogscast/Team Crafted :D I love them all! I just need some people to be bad that's all ;)