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MidReal Story
Their Little Rabbit
Scenario:Lila wasn't so lucky after graduation from high school after the summer. so she turned to the streets to give strangers an hour or two of her time. Just so she could pay the bills, unknowingly attracted the attention of the men, the monsters that roamed the halls of who she once attended with, The Sons of Lucifer. And they want their little rabbit. One way, or a another.
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Lila Hart
desperate, and vulnerable. After her mother's death, she faces financial hardship and turns to prostitution to survive. She attracts the attention of The Sons of Lucifer, a group of powerful men from her high school days. Despite their dark past, they offer her protection and a chance at redemption. Lila's journey is marked by her struggle for survival and the complex relationships she forms with these men.
Asher Knight
stoic, and observant. Asher becomes an ally to Lila as she navigates the complexities of their world. His presence provides stability amidst the chaos surrounding Lila's return to town. Asher's interactions with Lila are marked by quiet understanding and support as he helps facilitate her integration into their lives while maintaining his own enigmatic persona.
Caleb Blackwood
a group of powerful men who rule the town. He is ruthless, protective, and commanding. Caleb is initially hostile towards Lila but eventually becomes her protector and lover. He has a complicated past with Lila from high school days and harbors deep feelings for her. Caleb's relationship with Lila evolves from animosity to possessiveness as he seeks to protect her from harm and claim her as his own.
Lila wasn't so lucky after the graduation of high school, after the summer.
She didn't have anyone to give her a shoulder for support, no one to hold her hand and say 'baby, it's going to be okay', so she turned to the streets to make that money.
She'd turn herself into a whore just to make ends meet, pay some damn bills.
She never in her life thought she'd have to pay for everything herself.
She wasn't ready for this life to come so soon, but here we are…
She never thought she would have to pay for her damn insurance, car notes, groceries, and much more.
Her mother had always been the money bag but unfortunately, she was no longer with her since six months ago in the hospital she took her last breath.
Lila remembers that day like it was yesterday.
She was in the library when she got the call; her whole world stopped the moment she heard those words.
She just couldn't believe it; she kept hoping it was a sick joke on the part of the doctor.
She remembers dropping the phone on the floor, not being able to hold it anymore because of the sweat running down your hands, causing the palm of your hand to slide off the phone.
The moment she heard her name leaving his mouth, she knew what was coming and she tried to cover my ears to block it out, but it didn't work.
She cursed herself for not grabbing a jacket before she left the house.
She didn't think it was going to be this cold tonight.
Her thin denim jacket was no match for the chill in the air, but she didn't have anything heavier.
The streetlights flickered and buzzed above her head as she made her way down Jefferson Street.
They cast long shadows across the cracked sidewalk, making her feel like she was walking through a dark forest, with no end in sight.
Her heels clicked out a steady rhythm on the concrete, too loud in the empty street.
A car rolled past, slowing down as it approached her, but then sped up once more when the driver realized she wasn't what he was looking for.
She'd learned to recognize the ones who were just looking from the ones who were looking to stop.
Lila turned at the corner of 5th, pausing under the broken lamppost that was her usual spot.
"Hey, Lila," a voice called from the shadows, startling her.
She squinted into the darkness, recognizing the familiar silhouette of Marcus.
"You know, your mom left something for you," he continued, stepping into the dim light.
His weathered face was lit from above, his bushy eyebrows casting deep shadows across his eyes.
Lila watched as he reached into the breast pocket of his coat, his hands shaking slightly.
The sound of cars passing on the highway a block away filled the silence, but faded into the background as he pulled out a small, white envelope.
Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears.
The envelope was old and worn, the corners bent and creased.
It was addressed to her, in her mother's familiar handwriting.
Lila felt a lump form in her throat as she reached out for it, but Marcus pulled it back, just out of reach.
"Your mom made me promise to give this to you only when things got really bad," he said, his voice rough with emotion.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner, Marcus?" Lila asked, her voice trembling.
"I was waiting for the right moment, but seeing you out here tonight... it felt like the time," he replied, his eyes softening.
"What does it say?" she whispered, her fingers itching to tear it open.
Marcus nodded, and Lila tore the envelope open under the harsh streetlight.
The paper inside was thin and delicate, worn at the creases as if her mother had folded and refolded it many times.
Lila's hands shook so badly she almost dropped it, but Marcus's steady gaze kept her grounded.
A small silver key slipped out of the envelope, clattering on the sidewalk.
She snatched it up before it could roll away, recognizing it instantly as the key to her mother's old jewelry box - the one she was never allowed to open.
Unfolding the letter, Lila shifted uncomfortably beside her.
Marcus cleared his throat, looking away as she read the words that would change everything.
The dim streetlight cast eerie shadows on the paper, but Lila's eyes scanned the neat rows of her mother's handwriting with ease.
The letter contained a series of directions, each one leading to a different location in the old industrial district.
She read them over twice, trying to make sense of it, but it wasn't until she reached the bottom of the page that her breath caught in her throat.
Embossed in dark ink was a symbol she knew well - a serpent coiled around a crown, the insignia of The Sons of Lucifer.
It was the same mark she saw every day in high school hallways, sewn into the leather jackets that Caleb, Lucas, and Asher wore proudly.
Lila's grip tightened around the letter, her eyes locked on the symbol as if it might disappear.
The memories flooded back like a tidal wave - Marcus shifting uncomfortably beside her in the silence.
She recalled those black leather jackets worn by the three boys that ruled the halls of Lincoln High School.
Caleb's commanding presence, with his dark hair and broad shoulders.
Lucas, with his knowing smirks and bright blue eyes.
Asher, tall and lean, with his watchful gaze and perpetual scowl.
But there was more - something Lila had convinced herself she must have imagined.
It was during their senior year, when the Sons of Lucifer were at their most powerful.
She'd glimpsed them gathering in deserted parking lots at midnight, wearing ornate masks that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight.
Caleb wore a blood-red demon face, its horns reaching up towards his dark hair.
Lucas had a silver wolf mask, complete with snarling canines and glowing blue eyes.
Asher's raven mask was bronze and sinister, its beak reaching down towards his chin. At first, Lila had thought it was just some rich kids' secret society - a silly game they played to prove their status among their friends.
But now, her mother's letter connected her family to theirs in a way she couldn't ignore.
The key still clutched in her shaking hand felt like a heavy weight, pulling her down into a world she didn't want to enter.
Lila turned to Marcus, her voice cracking with emotion.
"Did you know about this, Marcus?" she asked, her eyes searching his face for answers.
"I suspected there was a connection, but I never knew how deep it ran," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Then why did my mother keep this from me all these years?" Lila pressed, desperation lacing her words.
Marcus shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the deserted street.
"The Sons of Lucifer are a secret society," he explained.
"They hold midnight rituals on Devil's Night, wearing animal masks to conceal their identities."
Lila remembered the night she'd watched them gather at the old church, their torches casting flickering shadows on the crumbling stone walls.
She'd hidden behind a tree, her heart pounding as dozens of men in suits gathered around the altar.
Caleb's red demon mask led the procession, followed by Lucas's silver wolf and Asher's bronze raven.
They'd all worn black leather jackets with the serpent crown symbol emblazoned on the back - a symbol she now knew connected them to her own family in ways she couldn't understand.
Marcus reached into his coat pocket again, pulling out a small leather-bound journal.