𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐀 / / 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐀

CHAPTER 47

The past week had been too long for Kitty Peabody. While most of the town had been abuzz with the celebration of General Pickens Day, she had kept herself busy by helping Crooks out after school and over the weekend, including working on the day itself.

She had long ago become aware of the truth surrounding the day which the population of Riverdale enjoyed more than Christmas, or Halloween. The Southside Serpents, or more so the folk which occupied their side of town, all knew the truth.

The Serpents had evolved from the Uktena clan, which took its name from a horned water snake, hence their green creature that graced the backs of said gang members. Riverdale was once the land of the Uktena clan, until they were slaughtered by - and you guessed it - General fucking Pickens, who took the land for himself. So came the creation of the Southside Serpents, those who survived the massacre.

It was only natural for Kitty to not want to take part in such nonsense, and the Serpents agreed with her. However, after Jughead had found out the truth, alongside Hiram fucking Lodge deciding to use the day to promote his SoHo project, there was an uproar that Kit didn't want to participate in.

"Look," she said with a sign. "I fully support you all doing this protest, but I want no part in it."

"But why?" Pea questioned with a furrow brow.

"Because I don't really fancy loosing my shit and getting shot in the back of a police car for giving a bunch of Northsiders black eyes."

And that was how she found herself finishing work at the garage and trudging home in dirty overalls covered in grease, face bare of makeup and hair in a scruffy bun at the top of her head. She had heard from Sweets that the protest didn't go the way they wanted it to, and she thanked herself for choosing not to attend, despite letting her friends down. With Penny not around, there was no one to haul her ass out of jail, not unless FP could pluck money from his ass. That was yesterday, but today had been quiet.

After letting herself into the trailer, she was shocked not to see Sweet Pea laid on her couch. He preferred spending his spare time in her residence, probably because it was cleaner and more homey that his own. Not that she minded, it was nice to return to company, which was why she was disappointed not to find her boyfriend and a joint waiting patiently for her.

With a sigh she dropped her belongings onto her kitchen table and sat down before taking a cigarette from her carton and sparking it up. For about half an hour, she remained there, scrolling through the social media apps on her phone until she found the energy to go and shower - leaving her phone on the kitchen table.

Avenged Sevenfold blasted through the speakers of the small CD player she kept in her room, one of her favourite modern rock bands. Like a typical teenaged girl would to a Katy Perry song, she sang and danced (more like head-banged) around whilst getting herself ready, deciding she would take a walk down to the quarry to see if anyone was hanging out. It wasn't until one of the songs skipped that she heard her phone ringing from the kitchen. Rolling her eyes, Kit pushed herself up from the floor where she was finishing her makeup to go an answer it.

FP JONES

"If this is about me being dragged away from that cheerleader the other day, she deserved it. The bitch is lucky she did-"

"You need to come to the Wyrm. Now."

And then the line went dead. The man on the other end sounded assertive before quickly ending the call, and that in itself worried her. All it took was a moment of realisation before she ran towards her bedroom and began to redress. All that ran through her mind was panic and worry. What if something had happened to Jughead or Fangs? What if something had happened to Sweet Pea?