(Thanks De for helping out with the title ^^)

(*cracks fingers* sorry that took a while, but I speed typed the rest of this draft in a few moments enjoy!!)

As the door creaked open with a splitting high pitch squeal three pairs of eyes immediately looked over. "Kid, come on in." The stocky male gave him a reassuring nod before walking in.

"Who's the kid?" A sharp jab spat into the air immediately after the older entered. Phoenix flinched at their tone, already getting nervous again, "well..."

"Poor guy got caught at the worst time, got shot at quite a bit." The leader replied as he reclined in a black leather chair leaving the other to shuffle in, his form tense as he felt judging stares burn into his form.

"Don't you normally toss people in hotels after that sh*t?" The same voice from earlier spoke, finding some small fraction of bravery he glanced over to see a small figure, lean and wiry looking.

She was fair toned, but she was littered with inky black tattoos; a large one stretched from her neck to part of her lower jaw, it was a wolf maw opened wide eating a human skull among many others each one stranger than the last. Her eyes bore into him a pink tinted maroon brown, long wild pitch black hair woven back in an odd yet fascinating style bright auburn locks barely peaking at her roots-most likely their original color. Despite her size she looked like a small terrifying imp, he wasn't sure how to respond to a look like that.

Should he laugh, cry, beg for mercy to heaven high? Gulping down his nerves he finally forced his frozen gaze away, he had no nerves left to figure out who else was there.

"He's...different. Like us, I couldn't just leave 'im after a scare like that." The older replied his raspy voice being very welcome at the moment.

"Drake...is it really safe bringing a stranger here? What about the....wolves." A new softer voice, smooth and warm like sugared honey. It reminded him of how a sweet mother spoke fondly to her children. He could feel himself relax at her tone almost instantly, but her words made him curious and on edge at the same time.

That word meant something to him sending a powerful jolt of panic through him his gaze quickly shooting around the room. "W-wolves?" He forced out they couldn't possibly be talking about the same thing, probably a gang that was it most definitely it, right?

The group looked at each other then back at him eye brows arched 'random bull**** go.' His mind told him as he tried to not press the panic button more than he already had.

"I-it's nothing! Just what I call things that go after me....they seem to be many and relentless l-like, like wolves!" Warily he glanced back around to Drake, he looked at him oddly, as if saying "yeah sure son." Which was odd, "tell me something kid."

"Phoenix...." He forced out his name, not really liking constantly being called a kid or being compared in such a way, he may feel like a scared kid but that doesn't mean he wants to be called a kid.

The leader seemed to let his name sink in his eyes stared directly into his nodding to himself, the other wasn't quite sure if this was a good or bad thing gulping down some nerves he remained his gaze; staring into the maroon tinted brown hues of Drake.

"Phoenix, dose 7/21 mean anything to ya?"

He had to keep himself from flinching trying to figure out where a random question like that would come from, "July 21 true birthday" that phrase from a jumbled up dream resurfaced, "why do you ask?" He nervously chuckled out his question rubbing the back of his neck.

"Nothing special just reminded me of something." The male looked towards the soft voiced stranger the two sharing a conversation without words before someone just shook their head in disbelief, "you can not be serious! No! This dumb@** is not him, we were told he was different." It was the short imp lady that scared him. He couldn't help but flinch and feel his pride get injured a hair.

"Pixi, would you kindly shut your trap." It was a new voice, somewhat masculine sounding his voice was higher and sounded snarky yet playful all at once like a teasing Cheshire Cat of sorts.

"Fang, I swear-I will knock your teeth in."

Fang bursted into a fit of laughter at her threat while she glared deadly daggers at him her fists clenching by her sides, "Y-you can't even reach that high!" He exclaimed, Phoenix dared once again to look over and see the shorter looking ready to burst a blood vessel as she marched towards another figure, Fang presumably.

He was a slightly rounded fellow with seeming cat like eyes stained a bright yellow color with pale sheet paper like skin, wild pitch black hair contrasted so boldly it seemed practically unnatural and kind of ugly in all honesty. A dark burgundy hooded jacket was almost completely zipped up a white shirt showing beneath it and ripped navy blue jeans drifted downward partly hiding his ashy brown colored combat boots.

"Oh you know full we're I can jump high enough even so, your smug @** needs to learn why size is not a factor." Venomous bullet-like words spat out of her mouth as she got closer but someone stopped her.

A tall skinny woman with long elegant white hair streaming down stopping at her mid thigh put a hand on the enraged imp, but the thing that gained his attention though was not of her appearance; a large rapier in her hand the silver blade gleamed with the fluorescent lights' soft glow. That terrified him, why did she has a weapon like that-at the ready?!! His mind screamed color draining from his face as he stared wide eyed at it unable to pry his vision from it.

"Fay. Let me kill that smug little s***."

Fay, the rapier holder, didn't comply and merely spoke hand not shifting to use the unprotected poised weapon. "Pixi calm yourself killing him will do nothing but make things more difficult."

Once again that soft voice tried to soothe him but his mind would not listen as he backed up, paranoia set in. She could kill him without so much as batting an eye if she really wanted a chill went through his body.

"Phoenix, kid. Ya alright? Ya look about ready to faint boy." A rough gravely voice drifted towards him and he blinked a few times in order to fully register he was being spoken to. "I-I do?" He gulped resting his wide eyes on the calm elder only to watch him nod sympathy in his gaze. "Look," the burly male started leaning forward in his chair his hands now making a small triangle as they rested by his face elbows propped on his knees, "kid, I get it. You've probably been through hell on earth and you have a right to be wary. But we aren't going to harm you, if we were wouldn't we already moved in that direction by now?"

Poor guy could only bring himself to meekly nod afraid to speak with a stammering stutter as he softly exhaled in an attempt to relax, allowing himself to look at the armed woman once more. Like he previously noted she was rather tall and slender her hair a pearly white but the things he failed to notice earlier were her warm golden hues with glistening green rings inside of them, they were stunning and inviting her lashes sheltering them slightly flapping like elegant butterfly wings. She looked like she could be a model in all honesty he was shocked to see a large inky stain on her fair skin again it was numbers 9/23 when she shifted looking over at him her curtain of hair parted showing what could be a unicorn tattoo on the back of her neck he couldn't really make it out. She looked so wise and just plain beautiful, despite her weapon she still gave off a motherly aura. The much shorter ticking time bomb seemed to have defused at a simple touch, as if magic was laced in Fay's finger tips.

His eyes slowly swept around the room again taking in a little more details there was another figure she seemed to melt away into the background sitting in a corner the only sound coming from her was the deathly quiet turning of paper and her soft breathes which of course couldn't have been heard with all the chaos he couldn't really tell much about them as they were cloaked in dark indigo the hood up showing a subtle trim of golden yellow, the only thing that spilled out from what he could see was long mildly curled soot colored hair seeming to have a subtle purple tint to it in the light and tiny fair colored hands that reminded him of a tiny porcelain doll's he couldn't quite tell past that as they were bunched up as if trying to hold as little space as possible to avoid being noticed.

Counting himself there were six people in the room, they were definitely an odd bunch that was for sure....something was off about them but what? He was uncertain if he could trust them, but then again Drake made a fair point.

"We will discuss things over in the morning alright? No need to raise fightin' words. Okay?" Drake spoke again this time addressing the other problem in a "and that's final" tone that a dad would use for bickering siblings although that could perfectly describe the situation. None of them looked related but they sure were close knit, almost like an odd ball family.

...maybe he could be safe here.....just maybe. At least for the night.

Life number: 3
Directive: survive the wolves and -873&9$?'$8:!
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