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Atlas looks, no- stares at the boy standing next to him. His face contorts into a tight frown as he looks at the blonde-haired Asian boy with hatred.
Screw Tara and her making friends approach. At this point, I just want to keep her in the house to prevent questions.
But then again, this is Tara that I'm talking about.
She would still ask questions.
Atlas turns towards Maurice, whose eyes were on the blue bandana tied around the man's head. Atlas's eyes immediately fly to the sheen right under his left shoulder.
A gun.
Sirius seems to notice where his eyes are trailing and looks down at his gun, still in its holster. Atlas's elbow slowly hits Maurice's thigh, drawing his attention to the gun as well. Except, Maurice reacts differently.
It all happens in slow motion. Maurice leans over and pulls out a small knife from under the table that he had installed with Atlas a couple of months ago. The knife glints in the natural light of their living room and Sirius sits there in shock,
He hadn't expected his first meeting with DARK to go this way.
After Sirius's initial shock, he quickly recovers, pulling a gun out from the holster in his shoulder and pointing up towards the roof.
Luckily for him, Tara's room was right above the three of them.
Maurice chuckles at the newbie's reaction, not knowing why he would point the gun at the ceiling instead of pointing it at one of them,
"Are you planning on shooting a hole in the ceiling? Because if you do, then go ahead, I don't think that Atlas would mind." He smirks, while Atlas's mind is running,
Why would Sirius point the gun up at the ceiling?
Oh, shoot.
Atlas's face pales as he realizes why the gun was pointed at the ceiling. But he couldn't give fear, especially to a newbie, so he would have to attempt to intimidate him. His hands slide down to the armrest and discreetly pulls out a switchblade, failing when Sirius clicks his tongue, cocking his gun at the same time. Sirius shakes his head, a frown pulling at his face,
"No, no, no. We want none of that Atlas." He spits the name out like it weighed nothing, making Atlas's grip on the blade tighten.
He would regret bad-mouthing him very soon.
"Who do you think you are?" Maurice yells softly, pulling his dominance over the two of them, something he did very often. Sirius fakes a concerned expression, holding his hand to his chest,
"Who am I? Well, I'm definitely not the person who holds your younger sister's life in my hands?" He smirks causing Maurice to jump forward, pointing his finger at the younger,
