At the strike of 10pm, Axel crept out of bed like a sly fox, pulling his khaki coat onto his shoulders. His bones ached miserably but he paid them no attention. He knew well that if he was caught, he'd be in a hell lot of trouble, but he was fed up of being cooped up like a chicken in a pen. Upon realisation that Nurse Amy would be coming to check up on him later, he scribbled a quick note, explaining that he had gone for a bit of fresh air and nothing more. Abandoning his slippers and leaving barefoot, the scrawny boy slipped out through the back door.
The moment he step foot out of the heavy hospital door, Axel was bombarded with new smells and sights, and a cold breeze that gently caressed his scalp, sending jovial shivers down his spine. Whilst there was the new, there was also the nostalgic; the strong, pungent smell of petrol hung in the air and the wonderful flavour of the spice market made his mouth water. He didn't have a map - or any directions of that matter - and so he had to rely on hearing the sound of their music, and following it as precisely as he could. Long-distance travels made his weary bones cry out for it to stop, but the bewitching sound of Milo's voice lulled him closer, until (eventually) he reached the nightclub. Slithering inside in clandestine, Axel joined the crowd, who seemed just as eager as him. After a short while of waiting, four glamourous band members stepped out on stage: a tall man lead the group, with dark skin and jet-black hair, and a teal jacket to match his eyes; after him came a slightly shorter boy, as pale as a sheet of paper with unmissable green hair and glowing violet eyes; then came another boy, around the same height as the first, the most noticeable thing about him being his scarlet hair and heterochronic eyes; and finally, the shortest of the bunch, with blonde-to-blue ombre hair and a lighting bolt tattoo beneath their right eye - they were the most feminine of the group, but Axel was positive they were all male.
The greened haired boy bounded up to the microphone first, without a hint of hesitation. "Guess who!" he chirps.
The audience screamed in wonderous uproar, shouting in reply: "Milo!"
Milo! thought Axel. In attempt to push himself through the crowd, his face met the elbow of a rather aggressive fan, knocking him clean to the floor. A couple people crowded around him to ask if he was okay, but their voices were muffled and his vision was soon growing blurry, the menacing pain of a migraine sneaking up behind him. In as soon as a couple seconds later, the boy went out cold, lying motionless on the littered club floor.
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Milo didn't really know what was going on, he only knew that someone had been injured. Despite the continuous shouting from Zach, Milo jumped down from the stage, dodging neurotic fans as he makes his way to the back of the cacophonous crowd. He kneeled over the fallen boy and gently lifted him up onto his lap. "Show's over." he addresses the audience, waiting as they all disperse grumpily out of the nightclub.
He looked down curiously at the boy, and rolled his sleeves up, revealing an unmistakable hospital band around his wrist.
"My god. He's a runaway."
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