Seven Silver Bullets

Introduction

It was a hell of a way to die. I was the top of the class, had a bright future, but I guess the Seven and Pentagram could not save me. We had it all planned out but at the same time, I knew it could never work. Let me explain.

We were the Seven. There was the Deadly Duo and the Pentagram. I was in the Deadly Duo.

It was Beatrix, or Lux as we called her and me, Quinn. Lux was the most beautiful girl in the school, dirty blonde hair that was always in perfect ringlets. She wore scoop shirts and skinny jeans. I was the smartest, my sun bleached hair always in a ponytail, skirts a little too short, and flowing blouses. We were best friends, knew every damn thing about each other.

The Pentagram was the boys. Blaise was the rebel boy, his parents were a mess and he was known to smoke a cigarette in class.He usually wore ripped jeans, a black leather jacket, and a white t-shirt. Enzo was the boy who bathed in gold, wore his wealth. He drove a Porsche and wore jeans and a silk shirt. Hayden was the boy that everyone liked, tall, strong, and a little broody. He wore white shirts that were too tight and jeans that sat low on his hips. Maddox was the class hero, everyone loved him, but he was just a normal guy, with an extreme anger problem. He wore sweatshirts, glasses, and cargo pants. Chance was the crazy funny boy that everyone knew and was friends with.

Of course Lux and I had to have our boys. Lux jumped around, but she started with a boy named Ian, he was tall and handsome, but stayed with in the rules. I was flying solo when it started but I guess I died in love.

Now there were rules about being in the Seven:

1. No information may be with held from the group.

2. If someone spreads a rumor, it is the duty of the Seven to protect its members.

3. In order to date someone, the Seven must approve.

4. Learn the rules to break them.

5. All in or not at all

6. Wear the brand of the Seven with pride.

7. You can never leave the Seven.

We all had the brand of the seven, which was a Roman numeral tattooed on the inside of your middle finger. We each had a number. Lux was 1, Blaise was 2, Enzo was 3, I was 4, Chance was 5, Maddox was 6, and Hayden was 7. No one knew about our brands until some of us hit a twisted end.

Like I said, Lux was beautiful, she had perfect hair, but her eyes were so icy that one look and you were hers. Her blue eyes were legendary. She was bouncy until you really knew her. She was troubled by a brother on deaths door, her divorced parents, and her older brother who was incarcerated. She hid it all. She was my best friend who could tell me anything, ask me anything, and make me do anything.

Blaise had a crappy family too. His dad cheated on his mom and abused him. Blaise drank his problems away, smoked in class, and some how was the most amazing guy. He was so brutally honest that he was the only one that could tell people to go away. His grey eyes looked like cigarette ashes scattered across ice. His black hair swept across his face, always in motion. But he loved his cigarettes, needles, and bottles more than anyone.

Enzo. Where do I start? Everyone knew he was rich and conveniently handsome. His red hair fell over cowlicks, making it soft and confusing. Sea glass green eyes always were nice to look into.His muscles were carved out of perfect tan skin. He drove a black Porsche that swept at 120 through the night. He was not fast contrary to his wealth. He ha a great taste in music, and a great sound system. He was sweet and kind and the best confidant you could have. He was the one who could calmly take a straight path. But he was just as lost as the rest of us, he just went places faster.

I was the poster girl. Lux and I modeled but I always did the talking. I was the smartest. But behind my studies I was the one who could keep up on shots with Blaise. I was the rough and tumble girl. I had it all, I was a model, sailor, and blessed with a brain. My family was fine. I wasn't. My green eyes made people spill their darkest secrets.  I had sun bleached streaks through my brown hair, freckles that were scattered across my face, and little rose lips. They always told me that I was the one that would tell our story, and the also told me that I was the only one who could do anything I put my mind too.

Chance was the boy who could make people laugh at a funeral. He would do something really funny and people would remember how to laugh. He loved his middle name, because he loved taking chances on others. That joke never got old, probably because it never had the time to grow old. He had dark hair, that stood straight up, brown eyes that made you laugh, and tan skin. You had to be in his presence, but trust me when I say, he is the one you want to die next to.

Maddox was the loose cannon. He would say things he never meant but everyone loved him. He and I got along, but we were never close like the others. He had brown straight hair that hung onto his face, covering dark brown eyes. He kicked tables, crashed cars, and made rash choices. Some how, he was lovable, because everyone, teachers, parents, students, and everything in between loved Maddox, or Mad Dog as we called him.

Hayden had long hair that was bleach blonde from surfing. He was the boy with slender carved muscles that showed through white t-shirts. Girls swooned at the mention of his name. He wasn't really smart, but he was quick on his feet. He was charming, but he loved to play. Hayden had a giant van that we all used to get wasted in, but he also was the one who got us out of a lot of trouble. He was kind and fiercely loyal.

The wrong crowd never looked so right. We all had good intentions, but good intentions pave the way to hell.

A/N
That's Quinn