Danny stepped out of his sister's car, the crisp Manchester morning air filling his lungs. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, trying to ignore the twinge of embarrassment at being dropped off like a kid on the first day of school. His tall, athletic frame, honed by years on the basketball court, felt awkward and gangly as he unfolded himself from the passenger seat.
"You sure you don't want me to walk you in?" Jenna asked, leaning out the driver's side window. "I don't mind. It'd be nice to see the old place again."
Danny shook his head, a stray curl from his cropped waves falling into his eyes. He brushed it away with a grin. "Nah, I'm good. Don't want to cramp your style, what with you being a big shot university dropout and all."
Jenna laughed, reaching out to punch his arm. "Oi, watch it. I can still put you in a headlock, you little muppet."
Despite his nerves, Danny grinned. This was their way, the easy back-and-forth that had always been the glue of their relationship.
"I'd like to see you try," he retorted. "Pretty sure I can outrun you these days."
Jenna's smile softened. She held out her hand, their secret handshake at the ready. Danny rolled his eyes but obliged, hooking his fingers with hers in the familiar pattern.
"Be careful, yeah?" Jenna said, her tone turning serious. "And call me if you need anything. I mean it."
Danny nodded, a warmth spreading in his chest. "I will. Thanks, Jen."
With a final wave, Jenna pulled away, her car merging into the morning traffic. Danny watched until she was out of sight, then turned to face the looming campus buildings.
"Right then," he muttered to himself. "Let's do this."
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The dormitory was a hive of activity, students hauling boxes and settling into their new homes. Danny checked his room assignment again, then made his way up the stairs to the third floor.
Room 317. This was it. His home for the next year. He took a deep breath, then pushed open the door.
The first thing that hit him was the smell. A thick, cloying haze of smoke that made his eyes water and his throat itch. He coughed, waving a hand in front of his face.
"Oh, sorry about that, mate," a voice called out. "Didn't realize how much it had built up in here."
A tall, lanky guy with a mop of curly hair stumbled over to the window, cracking it open. He turned back to Danny with a sheepish grin.
"I'm Tariq," he said, extending a hand. "Looks like we're roommates."
Danny shook his hand, taking in Tariq's easy smile and relaxed demeanor. "Danny. Nice to meet you."
Tariq flopped back onto his bed, gesturing for Danny to take a seat. "So, where you from?"
"Croydon," Danny replied, setting his bag down. "You?"
"Born and raised right here in Manchester," Tariq said with a hint of pride. "It's a mad city, but it grows on you."
Danny nodded, remembering Jenna's warning. "So I've heard."
Tariq must have caught something in his tone, because he sat up a bit, his eyes curious. "You know much about Manchester?"
Danny shrugged. "Not really. Just what my sister's told me. She used to go here."
"Oh yeah?" Tariq grinned. "She give you the whole 'be careful' speech?"
Danny laughed, surprised. "How'd you know?"
"Mate, everyone gets that speech," Tariq said, rolling his eyes. "It's like a rite of passage. But don't stress it. Just keep your head down, focus on your studies, and you'll be alright."
Danny felt a knot of tension release in his chest. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
"Thanks, man," he said. "I appreciate it."
Tariq waved a hand. "Anytime. What are roommates for?"
He stood up, stretching his lean frame. Danny couldn't help but notice the tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve
"Right, I'm starving. Want to grab a bite? I know a great little spot just off campus."
Danny hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
As he followed Tariq out of the room, Danny couldn't help but feel a flicker of excitement. This was it. The start of a new chapter. And so far, it didn't seem half bad.
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As they stepped out of the dormitory, the crispt autumn air was a welcome respite from the smoky haze of their room. He fell into step beside Tariq, taking in the bustling energy of the campus around them.
"So, where're we headed?" Danny asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.
"This little spot just off campus," Tariq replied, his long strides eating up the pavement. "Best kebabs in Manchester, I'm telling you."
As they walked, Danny couldn't help but notice the glances thrown his way. He was used to it, to a degree. At 6 feet tall with the broad shoulders and lean musculature of a natural athlete, he tended to stand out in a crowd.
But it wasn't just his physique that drew the eye. There was something about the way he moved, a fluid grace that belied his height, an effortless cool that seemed to radiate from his very pores. With his warm brown eyes, easy smile, and trendy crop of black waves, Danny was the kind of handsome that made people do a double-take.
Not that he paid it much mind. Danny had never been one to get caught up in his own hype. He preferred to let his actions speak for themselves, whether on the basketball court or in the classroom.
"So, what's your major?" Tariq asked, jerking Danny out of his thoughts.
"Visual arts," Danny replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "You?"
Tariq grinned. "Sociology. Trying to understand the madness of this world, you know?"
Danny nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. He liked Tariq's easy manner, the way he seemed to take everything in stride.
They chatted as they walked, Tariq pointing out various landmarks and sharing bits of campus lore. The student union building where the best parties happened, the library with the comfiest couches for napping, the quad where you could always find a pickup game of football.
By the time they reached the kebab shop, Danny felt like he'd known Tariq for years rather than hours. They placed their orders and found a spot at one of the outdoor tables, the aroma of spiced meat and garlic sauce making Danny's mouth water.
"I'm telling you, mate," Tariq said around a mouthful of kebab. "This is the real Manchester experience right here."
Danny took a bite, the flavors exploding on his tongue. Tariq wasn't lying - it was damn good.
They were just digging in when a group of guys approached their table. They were dressed similarly, all tracksuit bottoms and hoodies, with a certain swagger to their step that set off a tiny alarm bell in Danny's head.
"Tariq, my man!" the leader of the group exclaimed, dapping Tariq up. "Who's your boy?"
Danny didn't miss the flicker of unease that crossed Tariq's face before he plastered on a smile. "This is Danny. Danny, this is JB, Driz, and Tino."
"Nice to meet you, Danny boy," JB said, his grin a touch too wide. "You new around here?"
Danny nodded, meeting JB's gaze levelly. "Just started today."
JB's eyes gleamed. "Fresh meat, eh? Well, you picked a good tour guide. Tariq here knows where it's at."
He turned back to Tariq, his expression sharpening. "You see the notification, yeah? Big ting tonight. I hope you're bringing your new bredrin."
With that, JB and his crew sauntered off, leaving a charged silence in their wake. Danny turned to Tariq, one eyebrow raised.
"What was that about?"
Tariq sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "There's this party tonight. Big underground scene, lots of people from different ends." He shrugged. "JB and his boys, they're always on me to come through."
Danny considered this. A party could be fun, a chance to meet new people and let off some steam. And despite the odd vibe from JB, they seemed harmless enough.
"Sounds like a good time," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I'm down if you are."
Tariq blinked, surprised. "Yeah? No offense, mate, but you didn't strike me as the partying type."
Danny grinned, a glint of mischief in his eye. "Guess you don't know me that well yet."
Tariq laughed, shaking his head. "Fair enough. Alright then, party it is."
They finished their kebabs in companionable silence, the anticipation of the night ahead buzzing between them. As they made their way back to the dorm, Danny couldn't shake a weird feeling off is mind, something just felt off.
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Danny and Tariq approached the nondescript brick building, the bass from the music inside reverberating through the pavement beneath their feet. Graffiti tags and faded posters plastered the walls, the telltale signs of a spot well-known to the underground scene.Danny couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness, his palms slick with sweat. This was all new to him - the secret location, the air of exclusivity, the sense of crossing a threshold into a world hidden from daylight.Tariq, on the other hand, seemed completely in his element. He walked with a confident swagger, nodding at a few familiar faces as they made their way to the entrance.The bouncers at the door were imposing figures, all broad shoulders and stony expressions. Tattoos snaked up their arms, disappearing under the cuffs of their black shirts. Danny watched as the people ahead of them in line approached, each one pulling out their phone and showing the screen to the bouncer."What are they showing them?" Danny as
Danny and Taji were still at the bar, the party raging around them. They'd been arguing about the UK rap scene for the last ten minutes."Nah, fam, you're bugging," Danny said, shaking his head. "Bone's the realest in the game right now. His flow, his lyrics, it's unmatched."Taji scoffed. "Please. Mans just another industry plant. You want real talent, you gotta dig deep."They went back and forth, throwing out names and tracks, each trying to one-up the other. Danny was grinning, enjoying the debate. Taji had a sharp wit and a deep knowledge of the scene. It was refreshing.Their discussion was interrupted by the return of JB and his crew, Tariq in tow. They surrounded Danny, all smiles and dap."Yo, Danny boy!" JB clapped him on the shoulder. "We been looking for you, fam. It's time to get you set up proper."Danny raised an eyebrow. "Set up with what?""With Icarus, bruv! It's the only way to be in the know 'round here. All the best gigs, the top parties, it all runs through the a
Danny woke with a start, his phone alarm blaring in the quiet of the dorm room. He groaned, fumbling to switch it off, his body heavy with exhaustion. The party had raged into the early hours, and he'd stumbled back to the dorm with Tariq just a few hours ago, the first hints of dawn peeking over the Manchester skyline.He sat up slowly, his head pounding in protest. The room was dim, the only light coming from the crack under the door and the faint glow of streetlamps outside the window. Danny blinked, trying to orient himself in the gloom.Something felt off. He glanced over at Tariq's bed, expecting to see the familiar lump of his friend curled under the covers. But the bed was empty, the sheets undisturbed.Danny frowned, a prickle of unease running down his spine. He reached over and flicked on the light, squinting against the sudden brightness.Tariq's bed was definitely empty. His backpack was gone too, and his trainers were missing too. It was like he'd never been there at all
Danny wandered through the halls, his eyes flicking between the room numbers and the schedule on his phone. He'd been at this for what felt like ages, poking his head into different classrooms, only to find them either empty or full of unfamiliar faces."Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath, his frustration mounting. "Where is this sodding room?"Just as he was about to give up and ask for directions, he spotted it. Room 221B. His first lecture of the day. Danny heaved a sigh of relief, shouldering his backpack and making a beeline for the door.But just as he reached for the handle, a familiar figure rounded the corner. Danny blinked, taking a moment to place the face without the pulsing lights and pounding music of the club.It was Taji, the bartender from last night. But she looked different in the harsh fluorescent light of the hallway. Her green curls pulled back, revealing the intricate tattoos that snaked up her neck and down her arms. She wore baggy combat pants and a lo
Danny settled into his seat, the hard plastic digging into his back. The lecture hall was one of those old-fashioned ones, with rows of seats ascending steeply towards the back of the room. He'd managed to snag a spot near the top, with a good view of the front.Lexi slid into the seat beside him, her floral perfume wafting over him like a tantalizing breeze. Danny inhaled deeply, feeling a little light-headed. God, she smelled good. Like springtime and sunshine and everything nice.He was just this close to lean over and ask her what scent she was wearing when more students began to file in. They came in groups and pairs, chattering and laughing as they found their seats. Danny couldn't help but notice the vibe in the room - it was different.Everyone seemed so... relaxed. Carefree, even. There were girls in flowy sundresses and guys in paint-splattered jeans. Colourful tattoos peeked out from under sleeves and collar edges. Piercings glinted in ears and eyebrows and noses.Danny gri
Alex walked out of the Royal Manchester Golf Club, his caddy uniform traded for a simple black t-shirt and jeans. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the car park as he made his way towards the exit, his mind still churning with the events of the day.The DCI's offer of an internship lingered in his thoughts, a tantalizing opportunity, not what he had been aiming for, but this was better.Lost in thought, he almost didn't notice the figure that fell into step beside him. But then he caught a flash of blonde hair, the intricate tattoos snaking up one arm, and he knew.Jade.He didn't acknowledge her, didn't break his stride. But as he veered towards the restroom building, she followed, her presence a silent shadow at his back.Inside, Alex went straight to the sinks, turning on the tap and splashing cold water on his face. In the mirror, he could see Jade behind him, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was th
Danny and Lexi were walking down the street, weaving through the vendors and the crowds. Danny was in the middle of a rant, his hands waving wildly as he spoke."I swear, my sister still thinks the Earth is flat. Like, genuinely believes it. I go completely mad when she starts on about it. But over the years, I've learned it's not worth the argument. I can never change her mind. Stubborn as a mule, she is."Lexi laughed, bumping her shoulder against his. "I don't blame her. Did you see your face just now? It was cute. I can imagine what you must look like during those arguments."Danny felt a blush creep up his neck. This gorgeous girl thought he was cute. Somehow, the idea made something flutter in his chest."She must love seeing that face," Lexi added, grinning.Danny smiled. She wasn't wrong. Every time he and Jenna argued, especially when he was getting riled up, she wouldn't take it seriously. She'd just sit there, making him look like a fool. Those were the moments he'd come cl
Alex brought the sleek, black Audi R8 to a stop near the mini stadium just outside MSU. The engine's snarl died, leaving an eerie stillness broken only by distant traffic. The late hour and the location's seclusion made it feel almost deserted.In the passenger seat, Ethan fumbled with a piece of fabric in the dim light. The car's neon-infused dashboard cast a faint glow, just enough to outline his hulking frame and the bulging vein on his temple. His frustration was palpable, punctuated by the occasional low grunt.Alex shifted, about to reach over, but thought better of it. He leaned back with a sigh and a quiet chuckle.After a few more moments of wrestling with the dark, glossy material, Ethan's patience snapped. He let out a roar of annoyance and flung the offending item into the back seat.He turned to Alex, his eyes flashing. "Why the fuck do I have to wear that?"His tone dripped with irritation. "The mask is bad enough. Now you want me looking like a fucking clown just to mee
The black van rolled to a stop, its tinted windows revealing nothing of the occupants inside. Alex and Ethan stood their ground, their postures tense beneath the concealing bulk of their disguises. The van's door slid open, and three figures emerged.In the lead was Vince Gallo, known as Wormhole. A renowned underworld's premier broker, a man known for facilitating the impossible. He was flanked by two heavies, their frames bristling with barely concealed weapons and body armor.Gallo himself wore a mask, a sleek, featureless thing that glinted dully in the dim light. His men were similarly disguised, their faces hidden behind balaclavas and dark glasses.He approached the twins with a measured stride, his movements cool and unhurried. This was a man accustomed to being in control, to bending the wills of the criminal elite to his own ends.Alex felt Ethan's gaze boring into him from behind his own mask, a silent warning. But Alex brushed it off, stepping forward to meet Gallo halfway
The door to Danny and Tariq's dorm room burst open, the sound harsh in the stillness of the night. A figure stumbled in, his breathing ragged, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. He fumbled for the light switch, his hands shaking.The room flooded with harsh fluorescent light, revealing Tariq. His hoodie was disheveled, a dark, damp patch staining the fabric near his chest. He clawed at the garment, his fingers scrabbling at the zipper."Fuckin' hell, it's hot as balls in here," he muttered, his voice thick and shaky.He finally managed to yank the hoodie off, tossing it aside. His skin was slick with sweat, his curls plastered to his forehead. His eyes darted around the room, wide and wild, like a cornered animal.The distant wail of a siren made him freeze, his whole body going rigid. "Shit, shit, shit," he chanted under his breath, lunging for the window. He grabbed the blinds, yanking them closed with enough force to rattle the frame.He spun around, his gaze landing on his des
Content Warning: This chapter contains graphic descriptions of injury and medical trauma.He had begged for every single moment of his life, every perfection, every single turn that made him who he was. But somehow, one way or another, it all found a way to screw him over. It was almost laughable. Danny could just picture it: some high and mighty bastard up there, looking down with those all-knowing eyes, always on the hunt for the next poor sod to fuck over. And once again, lucky him, it was Danny's turn.The automatic doors of the Manchester Royal Infirmary barely had time to open before Danny was barging through, his heart slamming against his ribs, his eyes wild. He scanned the chaos of the lobby, zeroing in on anyone in scrubs or a white coat. The first one he saw, he was going to grab them, shake them until they told him what he needed to know.A siren shrieked, the sound like a knife to his skull. He flinched, his whole body wound tight as a piano cord. Lexi grabbed his arm, he
Alex brought the sleek, black Audi R8 to a stop near the mini stadium just outside MSU. The engine's snarl died, leaving an eerie stillness broken only by distant traffic. The late hour and the location's seclusion made it feel almost deserted.In the passenger seat, Ethan fumbled with a piece of fabric in the dim light. The car's neon-infused dashboard cast a faint glow, just enough to outline his hulking frame and the bulging vein on his temple. His frustration was palpable, punctuated by the occasional low grunt.Alex shifted, about to reach over, but thought better of it. He leaned back with a sigh and a quiet chuckle.After a few more moments of wrestling with the dark, glossy material, Ethan's patience snapped. He let out a roar of annoyance and flung the offending item into the back seat.He turned to Alex, his eyes flashing. "Why the fuck do I have to wear that?"His tone dripped with irritation. "The mask is bad enough. Now you want me looking like a fucking clown just to mee
Danny and Lexi were walking down the street, weaving through the vendors and the crowds. Danny was in the middle of a rant, his hands waving wildly as he spoke."I swear, my sister still thinks the Earth is flat. Like, genuinely believes it. I go completely mad when she starts on about it. But over the years, I've learned it's not worth the argument. I can never change her mind. Stubborn as a mule, she is."Lexi laughed, bumping her shoulder against his. "I don't blame her. Did you see your face just now? It was cute. I can imagine what you must look like during those arguments."Danny felt a blush creep up his neck. This gorgeous girl thought he was cute. Somehow, the idea made something flutter in his chest."She must love seeing that face," Lexi added, grinning.Danny smiled. She wasn't wrong. Every time he and Jenna argued, especially when he was getting riled up, she wouldn't take it seriously. She'd just sit there, making him look like a fool. Those were the moments he'd come cl
Alex walked out of the Royal Manchester Golf Club, his caddy uniform traded for a simple black t-shirt and jeans. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the car park as he made his way towards the exit, his mind still churning with the events of the day.The DCI's offer of an internship lingered in his thoughts, a tantalizing opportunity, not what he had been aiming for, but this was better.Lost in thought, he almost didn't notice the figure that fell into step beside him. But then he caught a flash of blonde hair, the intricate tattoos snaking up one arm, and he knew.Jade.He didn't acknowledge her, didn't break his stride. But as he veered towards the restroom building, she followed, her presence a silent shadow at his back.Inside, Alex went straight to the sinks, turning on the tap and splashing cold water on his face. In the mirror, he could see Jade behind him, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was th
Danny settled into his seat, the hard plastic digging into his back. The lecture hall was one of those old-fashioned ones, with rows of seats ascending steeply towards the back of the room. He'd managed to snag a spot near the top, with a good view of the front.Lexi slid into the seat beside him, her floral perfume wafting over him like a tantalizing breeze. Danny inhaled deeply, feeling a little light-headed. God, she smelled good. Like springtime and sunshine and everything nice.He was just this close to lean over and ask her what scent she was wearing when more students began to file in. They came in groups and pairs, chattering and laughing as they found their seats. Danny couldn't help but notice the vibe in the room - it was different.Everyone seemed so... relaxed. Carefree, even. There were girls in flowy sundresses and guys in paint-splattered jeans. Colourful tattoos peeked out from under sleeves and collar edges. Piercings glinted in ears and eyebrows and noses.Danny gri
Danny wandered through the halls, his eyes flicking between the room numbers and the schedule on his phone. He'd been at this for what felt like ages, poking his head into different classrooms, only to find them either empty or full of unfamiliar faces."Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath, his frustration mounting. "Where is this sodding room?"Just as he was about to give up and ask for directions, he spotted it. Room 221B. His first lecture of the day. Danny heaved a sigh of relief, shouldering his backpack and making a beeline for the door.But just as he reached for the handle, a familiar figure rounded the corner. Danny blinked, taking a moment to place the face without the pulsing lights and pounding music of the club.It was Taji, the bartender from last night. But she looked different in the harsh fluorescent light of the hallway. Her green curls pulled back, revealing the intricate tattoos that snaked up her neck and down her arms. She wore baggy combat pants and a lo
Danny woke with a start, his phone alarm blaring in the quiet of the dorm room. He groaned, fumbling to switch it off, his body heavy with exhaustion. The party had raged into the early hours, and he'd stumbled back to the dorm with Tariq just a few hours ago, the first hints of dawn peeking over the Manchester skyline.He sat up slowly, his head pounding in protest. The room was dim, the only light coming from the crack under the door and the faint glow of streetlamps outside the window. Danny blinked, trying to orient himself in the gloom.Something felt off. He glanced over at Tariq's bed, expecting to see the familiar lump of his friend curled under the covers. But the bed was empty, the sheets undisturbed.Danny frowned, a prickle of unease running down his spine. He reached over and flicked on the light, squinting against the sudden brightness.Tariq's bed was definitely empty. His backpack was gone too, and his trainers were missing too. It was like he'd never been there at all