Where Does The Outsiders Take Place Novels & Stories

Michael’s POV The air felt wrong the moment we stepped out of the car, like the ground itself was holding its breath, waiting for something inevitable to happen. I adjusted the sleeves of my jacket slightly as my eyes scanned the area in front of us. The location Hale had given us was just outside the main part of town, an abandoned industrial site that had long been forgotten by anyone who didn’t have a reason to come here. Perfect for something illegal. “You sure this is the place?” Nick muttered beside me, his voice low as he shut the car door quietly.

I watched them until they disappeared from view, my chest tight with fury. “Drive me to the outskirts,” I barked at the nearest guard, storming toward the waiting car. The outskirts of the pack were as miserable as ever. The once-thriving land was now a haven for outcasts and stragglers—omegas and refugees from the last war, scraping by in dilapidated homes. I wrinkled my nose as the car came to a stop in front of John’s cottage. The sight of it—the chipped paint, the sagging roof—made my stomach churn.

He felt his blood turn cold. He didn't rush forward. He hid in a corner and waited until they had gone inside a room upstairs, then quietly took the stairs to that floor. Faint laughter and suggestive whispers could be heard from within, shattering his last hope. Two hours later, the pair went downstairs. With arms wrapped around each other, they seemed reluctant to part at the entrance. Tommy stepped forward with his phone raised. "Olivia! Julius! You shameless adulterers!" Their faces drained of color. Olivia instinctively shielded Julius behind her. "Tommy, I can explain—"

My bones nearly cracked from the impact as it slammed against the hard floor. I glared at the crowd of people who'd been my family for the first 20 years of my life, now threatening and beating me up all for the sake of an outsider, and felt my heart turn to stone. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and glared daggers at them. "I'm going to call the police! Not a single one of you is getting out alive!" Isaac was even more enraged by this. He kicked me hard in the back and thundered, "The police! To hell with that, you stubborn old bitch! I'm going to fucking beat you black and blue!"

Since I hated to be there, I nodded simply, and he took my hand as we began to march from the car. We were at the far side of the city, at the outskirts of Ethan's territory. The fancy buildings and neat pavements were replaced by trees and green life, with brown sand under our feet. They had arranged their execution grounds far from the busy life of the city, but still, a lot of people turned up to witness the execution. I guess people have a passion for pain and suffering, I thought.

Sasha’s heart hammered in her chest as the black bus finally slowed down, pulling in front of an old, worn-out building on the outskirts of town. The structure was a far cry from the bustling marketplace—it looked abandoned, with faded graffiti scrawled across the crumbling walls and shattered windows reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun. It was tucked between two larger warehouses, hidden in plain sight, and the air around it felt oppressive, like a place where unspeakable things had happened.

Delaney The new location is supposedly safe, and I believe that because it’s in the middle of nowhere. I don’t think anyone could stumble upon us by accident. I look around and all I see is greenery. We must be in the middle of the woods somewhere, which makes sense because we’re living with rogues now, and they have a completely different way of living.

---------- ------------------------------- Later, somewhere out East . . . ---------- ------------------------------- The sign announcing Jane's home town had been tagged by wannabe "gangstas," making it impossible to read in the fading light. Jane would have been amused if her mind hadn't been elsewhere. There weren't any real gangsters in her home state of Idaho. Lots of pretend ones to be sure.

The figure leaned on the wall and spit the blood from their mouth, “Ouch…that man really punch me hard. I think I broke my rib again. ” Westside is a beautiful place filled with buildings made out of red bricks and flourishing Mother Nature. This pleasing place was filled with peace but no one knows besides the locals that if one goes far away from Westside Park you will reach an unknown place. A place with a house made out of tins, cans and cardboards, crimes, lies, a place truly filled with the greatest filth, Territory 26.

All the girls laughed at me when I landed on my ass and skidded back into the trashcan and I’ve made sure to never get in his way again. Not that we have much time in the same place. I live in the orphanage and go to the school nearby that was built purely for our kind, away from ‘normal’ people. He was ahead of me by one year, so we didn't really cross paths in all that time, and since he lives with his pack on the south side of the mountain, only coming to the shadowy north when required, I never see him or any of his subordinates. Like all the rest of the people who avoid the ‘Rejects’.