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Don't become your daddy. Boy, you show so much promise.
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Sun Bleached Flies 𓆦 Outer Banks
Welcome to Killer Banks.
Outer Banks has a knack for dead kids from the South. It seems to have always been like this. For generations. The South was built of dirt, torn shirts, and stained skirt hem lines.
For years they've been dying off in silence. Not an eye batted. Like moths just dropping dead. So quiet.
This year doesn't change that, the South dies. It always will.
Until the South is clawing at the North to die with it.
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There's five children along the smoke laced room. The house is on fire. These children have grown together. Their hair, all near the same color of a dirty blond, whether it was now or then. Their eyes all fall under the color of aqua oceans. Green or blue. Full cheeks or sharp cheek bones. Short or tall. Girl or boy. Daughter or son. Sister or brother.
Those two sons, they stand before one of the last walls to catch flame. Their family portrait hangs, big. It's getting hard to breathe right. All five kids painted lovely around their father and his second or third wife. They look like a beautiful family. Like no wrong could be done amongst them.
The youngest daughter works at the only window in the room, she cries. Her arms straining. She can barely breathe. They are going to die in this room. In this house with all the sins they've committed.
She wants to get out of here.
The oldest sister wails, the burn on her palm is a painful one. She can't stop shaking. Shes nearly rammed herself into the heating wall behind her. She doesn't know what to do and she should. She's the oldest. She must saved her siblings. But she cannot withstand the burning flesh.
The middle daughter has yanked at her little sisters arm and grabs for a chair. She throws it at the window. It does not shatter, but the chair does. The two girls sob.
No one can breathe.
Those two girls whip around towards their brothers and then staring up at the stupid painting and how they have all failed. The two girls yell out for their oldest brother and his need to be wanted kicks in—he's racing towards them. The second brother runs towards the oldest sister. He holds her and ushers them towards the rest of the siblings.
Rafe Cameron is going to open this fucking window.
He refuses to have the family name go down in flames because of the dying out South.
The North is not going down with the South, no matter if this is Killer Banks, where everyday is fucking paradise.
Whitney Peak Jayden Seyer Twenty One
Drew Starkey Rafe Cameron Twenty One
Madelyn Cline Sarah Cameron Eighteen
Michelle Monaghan Rose Cameron
Boyd Holbrook Ben Caver
Rebecca Ferguson Alison Ledger
Described Marcus Seyer
Described Cassie Boone Eighteen
Essie Davis Marie Liu
Outer Banks Cast Themselves
Others Originals
Outer Banks Au, 2024. Inspired by Saltburn, We Were Liars, & Family Of Liars. What's to be included, usual obx themes, mature, graphic, and sexual themes, death, murder, violence, abuse, mental health issues, body image issues, guns, drugs, alcohol, vomiting, etc. Trigger warnings will be added to the beginning of the chapter when needed.
