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Samuel Westhouse

"Something's not right..."

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a character in “The Day We Die”, as played by pieluver

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Samuel Westhouse

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Name:
Samuel Michael Westhouse

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Are you past life aware?:
Sam verges on awareness. His mind is often plagued with sensations of past lives, most of past deaths, but he can't quite come to terms with what his mind is telling him. The deja vu and the paranoia aren't enough yet.

Role:
Boy 4


Personality:
Samuel is a quiet boy, not in that he is shy, but because he really isn't interested in other people. He does have a few friends, and he is fiercely loyal to those friends but he doesn't really associate with anyone outside his small circle. And even within his group he typically keep to himself. He might talk and laugh with them, but internally he is still distant, because he prefers isolation. He still loves all his friends and would do anything for them though, even if he typically does not divulge his thoughts or feelings on matters. He won't hesitate to sit down for a good listen if one of his friends needs someone to talk to.

While Sam does not appear to emote much, he does, just very quietly and under a few layers of skin. He is not quick to anger, at least not with his friends, and his tongue is not sharp. He is no stranger to the concept of revenge, either. Sadness follows him around, though he usually can't put his finger on where it comes from. Perhaps the lurking feeling that death is just around the corner for himself and his companions. He is very purposeful, though his emotions can trip him up and cause him to withdraw, and he usually speaks with slow deliberation. He says what he means and means what he says. He's also very focused. Especially when it comes to sports. He loves sports for the raw, silent energy they offer. It makes him feel rejuvenated and in control, something he desperately needs.

Sam also entertains a dose of apathy when it comes to most things. He doesn't feel much passion for anything other than his sports and his friends, the two things that have always been there for him. He really doesn't care what other people think about him, and he pays little attention to the future. He's a bit selfish in that regard, he typically does as he pleases, skipping school or vanishing for hours on end to dwell in his own quiet and recharge. Of course, he is a creature of habit, and he doesn't usually have surprises hidden up his sleeves. They aren't worth the effort.

Your Details:
Sam currently lives in a broken home. He lives with his mother, and his younger brother Maxwell lives with his father. When they were young, the couple mutually split up. Both children stayed with their mother for a short while, while their father moved across the country, following his job. Ultimately, upon discovering that their father was the wealthier parent, Maxwell moved in with their father and never looked back. They mother was momentarily pleased that at least Samuel had stayed with her, but her older son was only becoming more distant towards her as they days, months, and years passed them by. As a financially struggling single mother, she cannot afford to spend much on her son, but he doesn't seem to mind much. One good thing, at least. She doesn't mind that he's only just scraping by at school because she doesn't want to alienate him even more.

Likes:
Quiet
His friends
Running
The forest
Feeling out out of breath
The colour green
Isolation
Smiles
Music
Feeling useful
Feeling safe
Sports
Meat
Writing (He mostly writes down all the flashbacks he experiences to keep them out of his head)

Dislikes:
Falling
Failing
Loud people
Nosy people
People who hurt his friends
Spicy food
School
Skateboards
Rain

Secrets:
Sam has many secrets, not because he's trying to keep them, but because he doesn't open up to people very much. So he's remained a mostly elusive person. He does have some real secrets that he will never divulge if he can help it:

The Deja vu and slight paranoia he's been experiencing. He will never tell anyone about the sneaking feelings because he thinks they mean he's going crazy.
His parents splitting up. He doesn't talk about his family at all, and he spends as much time out of the house as he can.

Fears:
Sam has a lot of fears, and he has a lot of time to think about them. He most often worries about being killed, and about his friends dying. The worries are almost unconscious, and he can't really do anything about them. He's also afraid of heights.

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Crush:
...

Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
None

Other:
Nothing

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Height:
5'7

Build:
Lightly muscled but obviously strong. He isn't interested in the body-builder look, he's more suited for swiftness. He mostly focuses on his speed and core strength.

Looks:
While not quite slim and elegant, Sam has an air about him that is languid and disinterested. His deep blue eyes are usually half closed, his expression impassive. His hair is a battle between a brown so dark that it verges on black and a lighter brown, due to the amount of time he spends out in the sun. He usually looks a bit ruffled, as if he just rolled out of bed, and his clothes have the same look. he really doesn't care what he wears, but his mother takes a lot of time to buy and a lay out clothes for him so he looks at least a bit presentable. His face is rounded, with a soft, recessed jawline. His skin is mostly uniform, but he has an obvious tan-line where he wears a sports watch on his left wrist, but he never takes the blue band off, so it doesn't really show.

So begins...

Samuel Westhouse's Story

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Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Briton Hadings Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse
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After his playful exchange with Paige, Briton's snapping sobered him up. He was defensive. Sam couldn't blame him for that, he liked keeping his personal life personal, but then again, he didn't show up with various signs of physical abuse on his body at any given time. Especially not with broken skin. That was a serious problem. Thankfully, Brtion ultimately divulged his culprits. Two guys. Sam's mind jumped to calculations. Who would go after them? Nate, obviously. Nate could hold his own, and he'd probably get Oz on his team too. They'd be fine, they didn't need him. But it was the other member of their group that worried him. Violet. Sure, she was a strong girl, but he knew that she didn't know when it was a good time to fold her cards. She could get hurt going up big guys like that. Maybe he'd approach her, see if they could work things out. He didn't talk to her much, but he did watch her just as much as he did the others in the group, and he noticed some things that told a bit more than she'd probably want to divulge. But he never mentioned anything. He wouldn't unless there was something truly serious. Like Briton's problem.

After the strained exchange Nate rose and left, taking Oz with him, as did the girls. Sam decided he'd catch Violet later. He'd have to decide what to say before hand though, or it probably wouldn't come out right. Charlie urged their group, comprised of Sam, himself, and Briton, and Sam rose, sweeping the rest of the supplies he'd offered to Briton back into his bag, kicking his soccer ball up into his arms, and following the other two out to Briton's car. Charlie called shotgun, so he quietly slid into the backseat, rapping his knuckles lightly against the top of the ball. He honestly wasn't a big fan of mechanical transportation, he liked being out in the air, moving, but he didn't have enough time to run all the way home without getting seriously bedraggled. He just needed to get in and out before his mother came home. He loved her, but the less time he spent around her the better.

Instead of bouncing around impatiently in the car, as he felt the urge to do, Sam forced himself to rest his head against the back of the chair and shut his eyes, focusing on the music that was playing without really listening to it. is knee bounced lightly, but the rest of him stayed completely still. Maybe he'd just grab his stuff and disappear into the woods for a while. That sounded nice. When the car stopped it wasn't two seconds later when the back door clicked shut again. He threw in a "Later Charlie." somewhere in there before his anxious feet hit the pavement. He circled around the car, pausing at the mailbox for a second to grab a fistful of the papers within. Bills, always bills. Electricity, water, heating. Briton called out a good bye and he lifted a hand. "Thanks, bro." He responded, his voice just a bit too soft to carry very far. There was a laden silence that made Sam pause, his back to the car, and he heard the windshield squeal down.

A grudging sentence of thanks floated to him. He didn't speak a response though. He turned on his heels, pulling a small smile onto his face and waving with his fist of mail. He watched the car roll away and he sighed. Things were so complicated sometimes. Always, actually. He couldn't understand it. So many tensions, so many half-turned up graves just waiting for someone to fall in. Everyone seemed to have some kind of problem. Sam had decided long ago that he wouldn't burden the others with his shit, and he'd succeeded pretty well so far. He was ever present, but emotionally distant. Unlike Briton his troubles were buried deep and held no physical scars to betray their presence. He just seemed like a sleepy, laid back guy that didn't say much. Paige had done her share of prying, but Sam knew how to keep himself to himself. His problems didn't matter. No big deal. His job was to support his friends as well as he could until they all set off, seeking out their own lives. Maybe someday he'd get a GED, go to a community college or something, but there was no point now. It all felt sort of...worthless.

Sam pushed through the door, tossing the mail onto the table and flipping open the tap for a few seconds to get a drink of water from his cupped hand. All that was in his future for the immediate future was waiting. He was obligated to go to the stupid party, anything for Paige, but until then he had nothing to do. Just be gone before his Mother came home, because his presence made her even sadder than she usually was.

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Sam decided an afternoon shower was on the menu, and after that five minutes he promptly ruined any semblance of cleanness as he wandered back out into the woods behind his house, his hair dripping little splotches of black on his dark blue jacket. He wandered through the trails until his hair dried and the time to go was quickly arriving. The woods were cleansing, he loved them, but lingering misgivings hung heavily around his head. Dread? He was nervous deep down in his gut about something, but he didn't know what it was. Certainly not the party he was currently obligated to attend, that was no sweat. He was a quiet guy, but he had few social anxieties. He merely was not interested in talking much.

trotting back down the path, hands shoved in his pockets, the teen peered through the woods to see if his mother's car was in the driveway. It was. His mouth grew thin. Avoiding her put a bit of extra time on his clock, but running in her would take even longer. Eventually he was free to walk down the street lazily. He knew where everything was in this place because it was so small, and he knew all the fastest ways to get to those places by foot. Cutting through backyards and various varieties of private properties was no thing at all.

He arrived at the lukewarm beginning, but things picked up quickly. He shrugged around, a red plastic cup in one hand, one that was a bad habit reserved for special occasions. There was nothing wrong about having a good time. He kept an explicit eye out for Paige, or Violet, even though he had slight misgivings about talking to the girl. He didn't know how she'd react, but he had to offer backup because he'd feel bad if he'd done nothing and she got hurt. Even if she turned him down, well, at least he tried.

Half a blue eye on the door, Sam noticed right away when Paige and the rest of the girls arrived. He smiled faintly, but still he took his time making his way over to her, casting a glance at Violet, who was speaking to some other guy. Yeah, maybe he would wait a bit. She was looking a bit red in the face right now. Didn't want to offend her and spark her up further.

By the time he actually caught up to Paige, standing with a group of people he vaguely knew, he stood behind her for a second, out of her peripheral vision. None of the others in the group even glanced at him. He was a common, uninteresting shadow, just the way he liked it. He swallowed the last of his cup and moved to her side, crumbling the plastic into his fist as he did so. "Hey." He remarked in a light, disinterested tone, touching her arm just above the elbow for a brief moment. "What's up, Red? I showed up, when can I leave?" He teased a soft, serious way, only the faint quirk of a smile betraying him.

She looked pretty in purple. She could pull most things off, actually, from sweatpants to leather jackets. Sam was vaguely interested in how she managed that. He usually looked the same. He really didn't care, and he wore everything he owned with the same thrown together appearance. That really took away the edge of his distinctness. He was fine with that though. It was easier to sink back into the shadows, it kept him from being bothered by people he didn't like too much. He didn't need to bother with making friends because he already had some, so he didn't have to draw anyone's attention.

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Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Amber Breth Character Portrait: Paige Parker Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Oscar Glass Character Portrait: Nathan Miller
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Lacey Harvelle

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After ensuring that her closet was completely destroyed, and she wasdressed, Lacey was picked up by her friend John- who would be DJing with her that night- to head to the location early for set up. "I'll see you all there!" She left her friends rummaging through her things as she bounded out of the house and across the lawn. Hopping into John's car, she passed the tall blonde a Cheshire cat grin. "Nervous?" "Excited." "Good."

When they arrived at the location it was just the sound crew and a few early arrivals. She immediately set about trying to get all of her gear set up as butterflies fluttered around her stomach. Tonight was going to be amazing, but she couldn't help but feel like something terrible was going to happen. What if she messed up? What if she wasn't a god DJ after all? What if everyone had been lying to her just to get her up there just so that they could watch her fail? What if they were secretly planning to dump pig's blood on her in the middle of her DJing? The ginger haired girl slowly sat the headphones she was moving down, taking a deep breath. This is not a scene from Carrie, Lace. Chill the hell out. Picking up the headphones again, she continued on with her sound check, determined to not let her insecurities get the best of her tonight.





She was doing it. Her remix of We Can't Stop blared through the club as her ginger locks bounced in her pony tail back and forth rhythmically to the beat. Waves of people vibrated, fist pumped, and squirmed to the remix. Her heart pounded in her chest as she focused on scratching in the places she had practiced, her piano fingers turning nob after nob, flying across her equipment as one hand waved back and forth like a metronome over the crowd. The music swam through the room, hiccuping and screaming into the eardrums of everyone present.

Lacey's eyes glanced up from her work, scanning the crowd for her friends. Where were they? Panic gripped her momentarily. What if they had decided not to come? Dread licked up her spine, chilling her even though beads of sweat had started to form on the small of her back. Then she saw them- in the doorway. Relief flooded over her. It looked as if there were some sort of trouble happening. The girls looked pretty heated over something, but from her distance she couldn't tell what they were saying or what the problem was. She had heard that the new bouncers were assholes, but her friends were on the list so... what could the problem have been? Confused, Lacey glanced over to John and nodded to him- a silent plea for his help.

The tall blonde gave her a short nod and slipped out of the booth.Prowling his way though the crowd to stand over the bouncer, glancing between him and the pissed off looking redhead, John cleared his throat. "Let's keep it that way." The girls were coming in fine now, and John blushed slightly at having forced his way through the crowd to come to the rescue of a group of women who obviously could handle themselves. "Everything alright?" He asked in a call over the music so that Amber could hear him. "You guys are with Lace, right? She's in the booth!" His voice was nearly eaten by the music, but he hoped that they could hear him, or at least understand by his pointing toward Lacey. Lacey waved from the booth and grinned widely. They had made it, and everything was perfect.




After Lacey's set was over she came down from the booth and snaked her way through the crowd to find her friends. There were so many people there it was hard to keep her eyes on them from the booth. The skinny ginger forced her way through the crowd until she found Amber,the girls, and Sam- at which point she let out a squeal and threw her arms around her best friend. "What did you think!?" Her tone was shrill with excitement. "I've got sweat literally pouring off my back!" Lacey laughed and blushed instantly, adding, "That's disgusting, isn't it?" Waving her hand in the air to clear the conversation of sweaty backs she decided to change the subject. Leaning closer to Amber so that only the redhead could hear, she added, "Did Nate show up?" Lacey knew how much Amber wanted to see the boy, and after she asked she stood on her tip toes to look out over the crowd as best she could- searching for the boy's dark head. It was useless- there were far too many boys with dark hair in the dark room.

As she was looking, her own eyes scanned for someone she had been hoping to see. Oscar. He was her best guy friend of the group, and she had been so excited to see him. Maybe he had better things to do? It was her insecurities again. She ran her fingers through the end of her ponytail, trying to figure out why she had such a bad feeling in her gut. Pulling herself back to reality, she turned her attention back to Amber and her friends, forcing a smile to light up her face. "So, have you guys seen everyone else?" This was directed towards the group of girls. "I tried looking from the booth, but I lost you guys. There are so many people here!"


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Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Amber Breth Character Portrait: Paige Parker Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Cora Donovan Character Portrait: Lacy Harvelle
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While sitting at a red light at an intersection she heard her phone's notification go off which signaled that she got a text message. Hesitating a second she finally picked up her phone and read the text that she received from Paige. A party? Great. Cora sighed softly, and jumped as she heard a loud honk behind her. Upon throwing the phone into the passenger seat she finally exclaimed, "Okay, okay! I'm going." Rolling her eyes she did a quick glance to make sure the light was still green before she finally began to drive home to get ready for this party that she was going to meet up with her friend's at.



When she pulled up to her house she just sat there in her drive way. Her eyes scanned the large driveway for any signs that her father or one of her sister's may be home for some weird reason. After a few minutes of just sitting there she collected her stuff and got out of her car. After exiting her car she made her way to her house and walked into her house then up to her room where she would look for something else to wear other than the outfit she was wearing now. the only real reason she was changing was because she had a grass stain on her skirt, and felt that the outfit may be a bit to casual. She made her way up to her room then started to search her closet for something to wear. She gently chewed on her bottom lip while one hand held her sketch book tightly and the other pushed shirts, pants, and dresses around in her closet. Upon seeing a specific outfit that she liked she pushed the rest of the clothes to the side, took the outfit out and laid it down on her bed. It didn't take her long to change into everything. She didn't even bother to mess with her hair because it was too short to really do anything with it. Finally she grabbed her phone, and sketch book before leaving her house once again.


At last she left her house, got into her car, and checked where the party was. After finding out she finally drove to the party. Upon her arrival there she parked a little ways away then smiled as she exited the car to hear the music coming from the party. Holding her sketch book tightly she hurried to the party, waiting momentarily to get in before she began to slid past people who were dancing and talking to each other. Now the next task was to find her friends. Someone bumped into her, and another tried to get her to dance with him. Someone else tried to take her sketch book which proceeded in them getting a hard glare from her. Doubling checking to make sure her phone was still in her pocket and that she had everything she then saw Lacey who was of course being a DJ at this party. It wasn't long after she saw her at the DJ booth that she also saw her leaving the booth. She slid by people, walking in the direction that she thought her friend was. Soon enough she saw Lacey along with the rest of the girls she often hung out with, and Samuel. "Hey guys!" She said happily over the loud music and stopped once she was near her friends. She looked at everyone and kept a smile on her face.

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Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Amber Breth Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Briton Hadings Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Oscar Glass
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Briton found himself tilting, his head leaning towards one shoulder while he looked at Charlie, and quickly made an effort to straighten up once more. Something seemed off about him, like, he wasn't quite feeling himself, or just not acting right. Almost.... awkward... Which was hardly something Briton saw in this outgoing friend of his. Perhaps it was just that they were alone together. After all, it had been quite some time since they had ever done such a thing; such a long time, Briton wondered if they ever had just been the only two in a room. Not that Charlie really should have felt uncomfortable. They were friends, weren't they? Well...

"What do you want to do, I'm cool with anything." Charlie said, giving forth not a single contribution to finding something to kill time with. Briton's head fell back to it's tilted position, watching while Mr. Super-hot-playboy-who-could-have-any-girl-he-wanted-with-a-smile bit his lip sheepishly, pushed the hair out of his face as if he were shy.

Briton simply blinked a few times, his face completely blank, too distracted to try to meld that expression of his into any kind of emotion, and not even sure what emotion it should have been in the first place. Was he supposed to inquire about it? Was he supposed to ask if something was wrong because he was a friend? Surely, if it was the other way around in the situation, Briton wouldn't have wanted anyone to say anything if he were acting strange, but other people were different, weren't they? They liked attention and they didn't freeze up and feel their hearts beating too fast for comfort when they talked about themselves. They weren't scared of their enemies and friends alike, and they liked being thought of. It wasn't too hard, was it? He could just do it. Just ask Charlie if he felt okay. People asked that kind of thing all the time, it was practically small talk. Even two strangers could say it in passing if something seemed wrong, so why wouldn't any words come out of his mouth? He parted his lips; perhaps if he opened them up, the words would come out on their own, but rather he said something else.

"You're weird today."

Briton instantly regretted opening his mouth. He fidgeted, standing up from his bed for a moment only to take two steps away from it, kick one of the cans that were on the floor, and turn back towards the bed to crawl back onto it closer to where his TV remote and laptop were. He made careful to position himself so as not to smear any blood on the sheets, but at the same time, he reminded himself he had to change his sheets anyway, so it didn't matter. All his motions seemed too mechanical, too awkward, and here he was thinking Charlie was acting awkward. Took one to know one, wasn't that what people said all the time? Briton licked his lips, turning the TV on with his remote and lighting the dim room with a blue screen before opening up his laptop and waiting for it to start up and sync with the television.

"I um... uh..." He raked his hand through his hair to push it backwards from his face, continuing motions from the same hand a few more times while he swiftly tucked strands behind his ears. When there was no more to be done with his hair, his hand settled for picking at the hem of his jeans. "Uh.... That um.... came out wrong. Uh... Lets just watch a movie."

Briton quickly pulled up his video files, which was - contrary to his bedroom - was very neat and orderly, separated into different files for different series and different genres for movies. He took a glance over at Charlie a moment, hesitating while he tried to figure out what kind of movie would be the least irritating to the other boy, as if it would have been written across the guy's face or something. Biting his lip, he pulled open the SciFi folder and decided on the Fifth Element. That was a safe choice, right? Who didn't like the Fifth Element? Honestly. The duration of the movie was taken in silence, mostly; the occasional lean over to grab a new slice of pizza from the desk occurred, but Briton didn't really notice too much else. Sure, there was the occasional glance over to Charlie to see what his reactions were, or just to see what he was doing, and once or twice he might have caught Charlie glancing at him. He sort of wondered if that was a normal thing.

By the time the movie was winding down, and so was the time, and Bruce Willis was finally figuring out how to activate the stones, Briton stood from the bed. "I just gotta change my clothes, I almost forgot." He said, half to himself, but knowing full well that Charlie had heard him. He made the quick few steps to the dresser in the room and pulled out a pair of skinny jeans which had been cut off just above the knees after they'd ripped from falling once, and a grey tee shirt with a t-rex throwing up a rainbow across the front. He hesitated a moment, looking over at the back of Charlie's head before looking away again. It was okay, right? To get undressed behing your friend's back. People do that. Straight people do it. It doesn't matter, right? Totally not weird. He pulled his pants down first, tossing them away and pulling on the new pair, which openly displayed the tight, white bandaging on his knees. Luckily, he wasn't bleeding through the bandages just yet, and the stains on his pants hadn't left too many marks on the outside of the bandages either. He didn't really care too much about showing the wound anymore, after all. Really, it was only his friends he was hiding wounds from.

He hesitated with his hands on the hem of his shirt for a moment. What if Charlie looked behind him, even for a just a second, while Briton's shirt was off? Not that Briton was that uncomfortable with the idea of his body being seen as one would think. Sure, he was scrawny and small looking, delicate, and that was embarrassing, but so far, it seemed that Charlie only knew about the bullying from today. He wasn't yet aware of the bruising all over Briton's ribs from having been pushing into the metal bleaches outside yesterday. No one was, yet. And no one needed to be. He gritted his teeth. He would do it fast, he would just ignore it is Charlie said anything. He would hope Charlie would realize not to say anything this time if he saw anything.

Pulling off his shirt as quickly and gingerly as possible and tossing it in the same general direction of the pants he'd strewn, he snatched the new top and pulled it on. By the time the article of clothing was on his body, he couldn't be sure as to whether Charlie had looked at all or not. He really hoped it was "Or not," and moved on to change his socks, which had gotten blood on them earlier, out for some geeky-looking tube socks and shut his laptop as the credits began to roll. The TV would do automatic shut down later.

"Alright, come on," He finally spoke up, not bothering to look back at Charlie before prying open the creaking wooden door to his room and exiting into the much brighter rest of the apartment. He didn't look back until he was at the door and pulling on his shoes, grabbing his keys. Why did everything feel so awkward? Something just felt so odd, and he wasn't sure why. Shouldn't he feel comfortable with all his friends? Like he was with Oz? No, no. He was only comfortable with Oz because he had a stupid-ass fucking crush on the dude. But why couldn't he just relax for two seconds? Was it really that hard? He was sure it was just this day. It was so terrible, so horrible. He couldn't wait for it to be over, and yet here he was again, considering going inside that stupid party since Violet had wanted to talk to him. As if she couldn't just talk to him any other time, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. Once Violet was stuck on something, there really wasn't any changing her mind.

Briton pushed through the door and down the stairs, just about at the same speed he'd gone on the way up, not bothering with the door, seeing as it would lock the moment it was closed by Charlie after him, anyway. At least it made forgetting to lock up a lot easier, but it didn't help when forgetting the keys, certainly. He unlocked the car, slid into the driver's side, and as soon as Charlie had gotten in as well, back out of the driveway and headed to that stupid-ass party.

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I don't want to go in, he thought, staring down the groups and crowds standing in the darkening front lawn and pushing through the front door. The music was loud, loud enough to hear from where he sat in the car, parked about a house down across the street. Fast paced, loud sounds, paired with a thick crowd of people he didn't like. Why was it that his friends thought this was such a good idea? He sunk down in his seat a moment, staring over at the flashing lights from the large house. It was a big party. The cops would be around any minute, right? All he had to do was go in, let Violet say whatever the heck she wanted to, maybe see about talking to Oz, and then it would be all over! There was no rule about leaving early, either, now was there?

Sighing, and much to his own displeasure, he popped open the door and slid out of the car moments after Charlie had gotten out. "I'm only going in for a few minutes!" Briton huffed, shutting the door and locking the car before turning and near-storming off towards the front door. "I'll probably leave early, too, so just text me if you need a ride home later," he continued, looking back at Charlie a moment before turning away and quickening his pace. The quicker he was in, the quicker he was out, he supposed.

His trail wandered a bit, before he started to notice a familiar face or two. Ducking under flailing arms and winding around meat-heads twice his size without being noticed at all, he finally got close enough to make out who from the group had finally arrived. He arrived just in time to hear an energetic "hey there!" came from Cora, who, having not been at milkshakes earlier, was a bit of a surprise to see, actually. There was Amber, Lacey.... Sam... It didn't look like Nate and Oz were there, though, but Briton tried to tell himself he wasn't going to really wait around just for another stupid chance to talk to Oz, as tempting as it was.

"Hey guys," Briton uttered, too quiet really for the words to be heard over the music, though he was sure when his friends saw him that they knew he'd greeted them, at the very least. When he spoke again, he tried to make his voice a bit louder, almost tried to yell, though yelling wasn't really something he did very often at all. "I showed up, against my better nature. But I promise I'm not staying."

He huffed. The music was loud, throbbing at his skull and making him want to claw at his ears until he could no longer hear it. His heart pounded swiftly, and the feeling seemed to be too high in his chest. It was hard to breath the air, filled with sweat and booze and everyone else's breath. Too many loomed above him, and he constantly found himself leaning closer to his friends at some point or another because of someone brushing by his back or coming too close. He tried his best to look nonchalant, hands in his pockets and shoulders slouched, but every muscle was tense. His eyes constantly darting from one passer-by to the next, nervous about whether their attentions would waver from what they were doing or not. He wasn't comfortable. He wasn't safe. He needed to get this over with.

"So where's-" He began, his eyes changing from drifting to searching, before he noticed Violet merging a little more towards the group with a beer in her hand. Stepping in between people and getting over to her finally, he elbowed her. "There you are. You said you wanted to talk to me about something, right?" He flinched while the tone to the music jumped suddenly, stepping closer to her and not caring if his eyes wandered around any more. He was too on-edge, he couldn't help it. He didn't want to be here, he had a bad feeling about it all.

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And there we were. At the party I had said I wouldn't be going to not even 4 hours ago. Well, I guess it wasn't so bad. Save for the annoying music that could be heard from 2 blocks down the road. And the equally, if not-- more annoying people twisting and bumping around to the lame soundtrack blasting their senses away. Then there was the booze. Yup, plenty of that, I could see. Anyone who wasn't dancing in the middle of it all was off to the sides, drinking and hitting on their peers. Oz and I made our way through the first wave of people relatively easy, but what came next seemed impossible to navigate if you're looking for specific people. Our friends were nowhere to be seen at the moment, and not even Oz in all his tall glory was able to spot any of them. I always figured it was the poor lighting. God, what was this? A house party, or a nightclub...? Even with Lacey's talented DJ skills, I couldn't get over just how incredibly loud it all was. How were you supposed to talk to people without screaming your vocal cords dry?

Just as I managed to catch sight of a short brunette that looked an awful lot like Violet, Oz snatched my wrist and held me back, directing my attention to two very specific people hanging out with their friends in a nice little corner of the room. Vic and Ryan. It was almost too perfect. The couple of asshats weren't alone, meaning they had their reputations on the line should someone decide to mess with them. Unfortunately for them, that someone happened to be me. Well, and Oz, but I pretty much already knew how this was likely going to go down with him at my side. Fingers crossed!

"Oh-- oh, yeah! I seem em!" I said. "Good eye, Oz!" Patting him on the shoulder with a smile, I decided to head their way rather than in the direction the brunette was walking off to. Better to get this over with sooner rather than later. Although, I wasn't too sure I knew what it was that I would be doing at first... I suppose I figured on talking with them to start things off, since that's what Oz and I did. "H-Hey!" I yelled at them with a wave as we approached. "How's it going, guys?" It took the two of them a moment to figure out who we were-- well, more of who I was than Oz, but like I said; poor lighting. After seeming to remember my name after giving me a 'bro point' that came along with a "Heyyy!", Ryan slapped my hand in friendly greeting.

"Uhhh, Jake, right?" he said, giving me a smile as though he and I had been best friends since grade school.

"Uh, no! Actually, it's Nate!" I yelled back, now gesturing towards my tall friend. "And this is Oz! His name is Oscar, but we just call him Oz, cuz' he's a total wizard, yo!" Wow, where the hell did that come from...?

"Ah, bitchin'!" yelled Ryan, giving Oz the same friendly hand slap that Vic gave myself. "Killer party, right? Haha!" As if to emphasize his fascination with the event, Ryan looked around with a great deal of upper body language, to which I just nodded emphatically.

"So what brings you guys to this crazy zoo, huh?" said Vic after nodding along in agreement with everything Ryan was saying, taking a drink from his beer while he was at it. "Don't normally see you two coming to this kinda scene, or am I being stupid?" You're being stupid alright, but that's neither here nor there at the moment...

"Yeah, we know the DJ! Lacey Harvelle! You know her?" I shouted back, taking hold of one of the beers Ryan had offered me and Oz. To be honest, it was a total reflex. I was the last person at that party, save for maybe Briton, who was looking to get drunk... Trust me. I am not a happy drunk...

"Uh, hell yeah we know her!" said Vic after exchanging a rather suggestive look with his buddy Ryan. "Ain't no way we don't know about a fine piece of ass like that, haha!" These guys were getting on my nerves more and more every passing second I spent LOOKING at them, nevermind talking to. But I calmed my urge to walk away; I was hellbent on seeing this through. For Briton.

"Yyyhup! That's the one!" I yelled, exchanging a roll of the eyes with Oz as Vic and Ryan laughed and slapped me on the shoulder. At the same time, no less. "Anyway, who invited you two? The same?" The next thing I did was even dumber than accepting the damn thing in the first place; I took a drink. Resisting the urge to spit it back out at the two jerks in front of me, no matter how much they deserved it, I ended up forcing myself to swallow it. If I wasted anymore time dawdling about with Briton's bullies, I was afraid I might have taken a few more.

"Heh, why do you ask?" yelled Ryan, now giving me an inquisitive smile. "I mean, we're here, aren't we? What does it matter?" He threw Vic a humorous grin and turned back to me.

"Well," I yelled back, giving them a light shrug. "It's just that I happen to be really good friends with Lace, and I know for a fact that she wouldn't knowingly invite two of the people who regularly beat up on a friend of hers!" Aaaand another sip. It was strange, but with every word that came out of my mouth, I felt like I had less and less control of my own body. My mind was there, sure, but it seemed to have little to no control over my actions. It was starting to worry me at the point of realizing this.

"Heh..." scoffed Ryan. "I don't 'beat up' on people, for one. Okay? It's all in good fun; they know that." Another laugh. "And two, you're gonna have to be a little more specific about just who it is you're talkin' about. I joke around with a looot of people at school, y'know." Oh, yeah. Believe me, jackass, I know. We all know. You just happened to "joke around" with one too many this time... Taking another sip of my drink, much to what I assumed was Oscar's bewilderment, although I didn't see on account of not having eyes in the back of my head, I nodded in response before answering with the words that would send this little confrontation directly south in a matter of seconds.

"Briton. Hadings." I said clearly, making sure both parts of the name were each heard as they were intended. This made both Vic and Ryan's smiles instantly vanish. They now appeared to be in "serious mode", or so I figured they probably called it when they were alone together. Their reaction to the name made me instinctively snort with a small chuckle as I placed my free hand inside of my pocket, feeling the silver pocket watch within it.

"Lacey's friends with that...freak?" asked Ryan, still holding up his serious face. I merely kept smiling and moved my now slightly damp-with-sweat bangs from my eyes with a brush of my thumb.

"And so am I." I said back. "Oz too." I added with a nod up at my gangly friend. Giving up the fake smile, I shrugged. "Look, we just wanna ask you to lay off him from now on, okay? He's never done anything to you, so..." I paused, shrugging again. "Think you can pick on someone your own size for once? Just an idea!" Finishing up with a nod as if to say "Yup, that's all I got", I let Oz take a crack at it while we waited for their response, not that I needed it. I was already certain that this wouldn't end the Oz way... Even with the man himself standing right next to me with one foot in the door. And that's when it started getting a bit heated. There was a pause between the changing of the tracks just behind Oz and I, and it wasn't until the next song started playing that Ryan removed his rather transparent mask and spoke up.

"Heh... How about you and 'Briton' go fuck yourselves." he said, leaning in a bit closer so as to make sure only me and Oz heard. "If you want us to stop giving Briton what he deserves, then tell him to stop being such a PUSSY." Well, that wasn't a very nice way to accept my request, now was it? That remark made my shoulders drop, and a sigh escape my lips. Now obvious that Plan B was the only reliable method towards managing to walk away with a win after all, I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, and chose to try something new; provocation.

"Hm..." I hummed softly, my pause likely not having even been heard thanks to the loud bass vibrating the walls around us. "Are you sure Briton is the pussy here? Because, the way I see it, you two are the only ones who fit that description; picking on someone who refuses to fight back...? Isn't that something only the weak do? You might as well punch a tree and call yourselves the champions of the forest!" 'Sorry for that one, Briton...' I thought to myself, feeling guilty for sounding as though I were making fun of my friend for not defending himself against his bullies, even if he weren't there to hear it.

"Oh yeah?! I'll show you weak--!!" shouted Vic, taking a step at me, only to be held back by Ryan, who seemed to find what I said to be rather intriguing. It was too easy to lure these guys into a trap. I hadn't counted on Ryan holding back his substantially larger friend, but that was only a minor bump along the road to victory.

"Hold on, Vic." he said, cracking a smile as he studied me. "Earlier you mentioned that we should pick on someone our own size, but...all I see are you..." He paused, pointing from me, and now to Oz. "...and Ronald Weasley over here. I'm afraid you're too small, and he's, well...too big. Wouldn't that just be unfair all around?" Clearly this guy held himself in some kind of holier-than-thou light, because he seemed to truly believe that he was bigger than me. Truth was, we were about the same height and overall weight. "Now...WE aren't going to accept such an unfair challenge... Unless, of course...YOU want to step up to the plate, Nathan?" he finished, adding emphasis to his little punchline as he laughed alongside his ape of a friend. I waved off Oz's attempts at trying to get me to walk away from this before it was too late. I wasn't going to do that. Not when I was about to win this. Well, somewhat...

"Ummm, okay!" I said immediately, my eyes looking to the right as I held up a long shrug, acting as though I were either bluffing, or just really, really stupid. This made the two of them stop laughing faster than they started up. Vic quickly scowled angrily at me before slapping the drink out of my hand, much to my delight.

"You think this is a fucking GAME?!" he shouted, taking another step at me. This time, Ryan didn't hold him back. "You KNOW I'd knock you on your ass, punk!" Flexing his rather large arms with what appeared to be some sort of warm-up exercise, he gritted his teeth at me like some kind of hybrid between a dog and a gorilla. By now, our little spout had drawn the attention of a few people who were nearby chatting with their own friends.

"Won't know for sure unless you try!" I shouted back, waving off Oz once again; this time actually pushing him away to the side, for I knew what was coming next. In one swift motion, Vic Rockford's giant fist came hurdling towards me. Like most things that threatened my life this day and age, I saw it slow down to incredible speeds. Obviously time itself didn't slow down around us, and it sure wasn't Vic who decided to hold back a little, but my ability to perceive the incoming of my surroundings was almost to the level of supernatural at this point. Of course, my current body wasn't up to par with its eyes, although I was more than capable of either dodging, blocking or reversing this thug's blow without much trouble. But time was running short, and my window of opportunity was coming to a close. Now it was time for a choice; I could either A., totally own this asshole at his own game in front of all these people, announcing to the entire party that Briton was thereby under my protection and there was nothing anybody could do about it, or B., let this guy totally knock me flat so as not to come off to my friends as a super suspicious weirdo after somehow managing to fend off someone as large and terrifying as Vic Rockford.

Just as time was about to run out, I came to one hell of a conclusion with my inner self: Hey, why not do both?

"Argh!!" I exclaimed as the sound of Vic's fist colliding with my skull flooded my entire brain. I felt the grasping hands of my friend Oz as he tried to catch me but couldn't. Before I would smack into anything on my way down, my foot happened to snag onto the cord leading to the speakers that were connected to the system providing the music, causing a sudden and very dead silence to fill the room. Well, almost silent, anyway. The sound of my back meeting with the side of the DJ's stage was more than loud enough to turn a few heads in our direction. The stage having saved me from the fall being slightly dented in, I pushed myself off of it with a hand, only to be caught by Oz, who was once again likely saying something about quitting while we were ahead. Truth was, I couldn't make out anything but the ticking of my watch while my head was ringing so loudly, so I was a bit unsure of what might have been said around me. The ringing finally subsiding, I managed to make out the sounds of Vic and Ryan laughing their asses off, damn near out of breath, or so it seemed.

"That was priceless!! HAHAHAHA!! Your really stood your ground there, didn't you, bitch!" guffawed Ryan, patting Vic on the back. "Why don't you just go home, Tate-- or NATE, whatever the hell your name was!" Laughing again at my expense, Ryan managed to get a few other people laughing. That was fine-- no, it was perfect.

"Urghh..." I grunted, finally finding my footing once more as I gave my head a little shake. "Hey! I'm still standing, aren't I?!" I yelled back at him, still not used to the near silence within the room; the music still not kicking back in just yet. Giving Oz a friendly pat for trying to catch me, as well as a look that said "I'm fine, don't worry about it.", in case he was still worrying.

"Oh-ho! Ohhh, I'm afraid he's right, Vic! You said you were gonna knock him on his ass-- better see it through, don't you think?" said Ryan, humorously. Giving him a chuckle of his own, Vic stepped forward again.

"Hold it!" I shouted, the palm of my hand prominently displayed before me. "I have a proposition for you, Vic." Curving a smile of my own, I waited to hear what the giant would say to this.

"A propo-what...?" replied the big oaf.

"He means he wants to make you a deal, you dumb fuck!" said Ryan after slapping a hand over his eyes with a laugh in regards to his friend's ignorance, and then harder at the idea of me putting up a wager.

"Oh... Alright, what? If you're trying to get outta your beating, punk, then you can forget it." said Vic, flexing his arms once again. Huh, and here I was under the impression that the two of them "didn't beat up on people... So much for that statement.

"If I can pin your back to the ground within 3 seconds of your next blow, then you have to leave Briton alone from here on out." I said, holding up 3 fingers. You know, to show that I meant business. "What d'ya say? You up for the challenge?" Ryanmade a light chuckle at those words, still thinking that I was all talk, however found it strange that I would make such an outrageous bet in front of all these people. But before he could say anything to Vic, the man in question agreed in earnest.

"You're on!" he said, laughing at me.

"Great! Now no take-backs! Unless you wanna look like a total bitch in front of all these people for not holding up your end of the deal~" I sung at him, holding up a finger to add insult to injury. Of course, this just made him laugh.

"Tch, whatever! Let's just get on with it, shit-stain!" he yelled back, taking another step forward.

"Well wait, we gotta shake on it first." I said with a smile, holding out my left hand for him to accept. This was the moment when Ryan realized I was neither bluffing NOR stupid. But before he could tell Vic otherwise, it was already too late.

"Heheh, sure..." chuckled Vic, extending his right hand to grab hold of my left. And that was when the dumbass did exactly what I knew he would; he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. Thanks to him pulling me into his range, there was no longer enough room for him to get the same amount of strength into his attack as before. On top of that, the momentum of the fight was against him. All I had to do was lean forward so that his left arm went over my right shoulder, plant my free hand against his chest, hook my already extended leg around his right, pull back with it and push forward with my hand. And just like that, Vic Rockford was pinned to the ground in only 2 very quick seconds. Of course, I acted as though it was nothing more than a total fluke; my yell of the word "Whoa" having planted that idea in most of the heads in the audience. And, just to make sure it sold, I stood up and clasped my hands to my head with wide eyes.

"Holy crap, I won...!" I yelled, breathing hard, then turning my upper body left and right to look at everyone else, as if to say CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SHIT?! Needless to say, the whole crowd erupted in a large amount of drunken cheers and woos. I clasped hands with Oz, further trying to convey that it was pure accident that I managed to pin Vic down just as I had wagered I would. Jumping up and shouting his frustration at what I had accomplished, Vic shut the crowd up almost immediately. He stepped up to me again, only to stop short upon seeing Oz closer to me than before. Blinking, he looked back at me and started shouting again.

"That was a load of shit, and you know it! A total fluke!" he yelled. Jabbing his finger at me.

"Well of course it was!" I said. "But a win is still a win, dude! And fortunately for me -- unfortunate for you -- I won." I let out a nervous laugh, still acting shaken up over the whole spectacle. "And you know what the wager was~" At first ready to refute our earlier agreement, Ryan chose to cut him off, wearing a rather sour expression himself.

"He beat you fair and square, Vic." he said, now walking up to meet me by his side. "Own up to it, or else you're nothing more than a punk like him." He put great emphasis on the word, likely trying to convey that it wasn't over with just that. Conceding, albeit rather begrudgingly, Vic let out a huff of air and flung his arm up before turning away from me and Oz. The scene finally dying down and the music kicking back up thanks to someone reconnecting the cord I had pulled out by accident, all seemed well, until Ryan stepped up next to me and spoke in a low tone so that only I could hear.

"Live it up while you still can, Nathan." he began, his voice practically trembling with anger at my arrogance. "Just know that I'm not as dumb as Vic." The words that followed instantly left me stunned. "I'll say it again, only a little more clearly this time: you want me to stop messing with that little faggot Briton, then you're better off just telling him to stop being such a pussy. Because..." Pausing before his final sentence, I realized that I had made a terrible mistake that night at the party. One that I couldn't take back.. "... You didn't make that bet with me..."

I only managed to stop one of Briton's bullies... Or so it seemed. At the time, I didn't think even Vic Rockford would stoop so low as to bully someone through their personal life. I clearly underestimated the man's sense of humility... As well as his choice in targets. But more on that later...

Giving my shoulder a hard nudge with his own, Ryan waved to Vic, mumbling something along the lines of "This party turned to shit, let's get out of here.", and left with him. I was practically shaking with fear at what I might have just set in motion; my mind immediately beginning to think of every possible outcome that could be traced back to this very moment. I instantly hated myself again. Everything that had happened over the last few minutes felt like a total dream. Things weren't normal for me and my friends, they weren't fixed... And yet, somehow, I managed to fool myself into thinking that, even for just a fleeting moment at a loud party, life was simple again. I knew I would pay for my mistake later on, but worse than just that; so too would my friends...

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And there was White Knight Amber, to the rescue. Vi heard her confronting Maybe-Jeff, stopping him cold in his tracks. For that, the Super Hero was thankful. She didn't want to have to deal with him. This was the perfect opportunity to get three goals under wraps. Three goals that'd, hopefully, help her deal with life in a more positive manner. If it all went well. She took a liberal sip of the beer, letting the alcohol awash over her small body, and instantly felt the need to pee. One of the guys in the 'drinking corner' so to speak started laughing over something incredibly stupid - what the heck, anyways? What's the damn point? Violet pushed him out of the way, taking another gulp of the strong, bitter concoction, and made her way to Amber. Vi finished that can of beer, crinkling it up and chucking it who knows were - grabbing another on the way to the redhead, and started sipping that one too. She also felt the strange feeling - some strange... not quite a headache, but something was floating around in her psyche.

Sam was there, kinda looking between her and someone else- presumably Paige. Did he want something? Well, whatever. He can come to her if he needs anything.

Three goals. Three objectives. Would it really be so hard? First, she'd have to stalk Vic and Ryan as they went home after this party. Make sure she finds out where they live. Commit it to memory. Then find out their schedule, when they're alone. Then... alone and vulnerable, Violet will sweep down upon them with her brother's baseball bat. The damn thing was going to finally come to good use. She'd beat them down; she'd break their spines. Smash them to bits. That'd be the end of that.

The second goal was to seduce Nate. Once and for all - he had to look at her the way she was: a woman. Despite the brash talking, the fighting, she was still a girl. And because of that... she wanted recognition. Anything, from the guy she loved or liked or whatever. She wasn't sure which one it is - but for sure there's something. And that something was what pushed her affection even more. He was the only one for her. The one closest to understanding her. No one else would do, not at all. Seduce him. Make him see her as something other than just 'one of the guys'.

Maybe even fuck him. There had to be an empty room somewhere upstairs, right? She'd ask Max later. vi had an odd face at that - and started feeling hints of a... buzzing feeling at the back of her head.

The final goal was to find Briton. Tell him that she's got his back, the little wimp. Because she does, from now on. And, cursing angrily, she knew that she should have had it the whole time. Super Hero Violet had no excuse for letting it reach the point of actually causing him physical pain. She'd have to pay them back i- don't get side tracked, the Super Hero part's back in objective one. She'd come clean to him too. Tell him about the fights. That she's a super hero. That he can count on her. Partly because, maybe by opening up, he'd open up more to everyone else, and partly because... she wanted recognition. To be seen as a hero.

Don't all heroes want that, deep down?

"Amber." Violet nodded her head at the redhead, pulling her aside. This had to be dealt with before it messed with anything else. Did Vi really have any option but to come clean to her? Seems like this night would be one of revelations, wouldn't it? "Hey, uh. Let's talk." Vi gestured to her hand, giving Amber a significant look in the eyes - hopefully she understood.

No one was listening in. It was now or never, really. And well, for getting Maybe-Jeff off her back, didn't Amber deserve the truth? She'd... she'd support her, right? A tiny doubt formed in Violet's mind. What if Amber secretly thought of her as an outsider, just like all the others? What if-

"So." She murmured awkwardly, scratching at her throat. "Uh. You're probably wondering why I'm... my hand. The blood. That stuff, right?"

It looked as if Amber nodded, but Violet couldn't really be sure; she wasn't even looking directly at her anymore, instead staring intently into the corner of the room where a spider lay. Damnit. The buzz was making it hard to really think. She felt her face, feeling the heat rising up.

"I'm... a vigilante. Like. I see bad shit, and I beat down on the assholes that started it. The asses that deserve it. Because who else will stop it? The cops -" Vi thought bitterly back on what Rope Guy did to her, and unconsciously started shaking. Fucking Rope Guy. The cops didn't even bother to look for her. And his taunts, 'they'll never believe you'... it was too true. They'd side with him, and spurn the outsider. Of course they would. More doubts swamped Violet; she didn't want to deal with Amber possibly rejecting her.

"Yeah, so." She finished quickly, almost hurriedly. "I'm a fighter. Just got back from one before we went for milkshakes. So don't worry about it anymore, okay?"

With that, Violet quickly left the redhead, only to run into Briton. Time for a second confession, wasn't it? She felt his elbow brush against her side. "There you are. You said you wanted to talk to me about something, right?" Briton seemed edgy. At unease. Almost as if searching for something. That sparked Vi to take cursory glances around her - where the hell were Vic and Ryan? Where they even at the party? She felt a restless need to get moving, to pinpoint where they were and beat them down. Maybe even tonight. Why not? Who cares if they were together? Max had to have some kind of weapon around here.

"Ryan Chaffon. Vic Rockwell." Vi said angrily, almost spitting. "Fuck. Just fuck. I'll wipe'em out, Briton. I'm a vigilante after all." It was easier to say it a second time. Vi didn't really care why. "I'm a fighter. A Super Hero. I kick shithead asses." She was saying this with gritty, fierce anger. Her need for violence was rising every second. Her face was almost manic; out of control. Was this because of the alcohol? "So I'm sorry, Briton. Really. Shoulda known that shit was bad for you. Someone like me should've kept you safe. Stopped it from happening at all."

She coughed then, face contorting. She was red, either from the beer, or from anger.

"Just lettin' you know, okay? I've got your back from now on." Her fist clenched harder - nails digging into flesh. "No. One. Will. Lay. Another. Fucking. Hand. On. You."

"This party turned to shit, let's get out of here."

That voice. Hot fire burned in Vi's eyes that she only partially kept down. She glanced around - finally seeing the large form of Vic, heading for the door. This was her chance. This was her goddamn chance, or else they'd be gone. Damn it all. She didn't have enough time to tend to Nate - she'd have to set that aside, then. He'd probably be relieved, too, wouldn't he? Didn't like her, anyways. So she had to do the only thing she was good at.

Violence. But not here; not at the party.

"Gotta go." Violet said with a dark scowl, before drunkenly stumbling towards the bullies, purposely tripping and wrapping one arm around each one's shoulders to support her falling form.

"Hey, wh-"

"Hey hey, so." Violet drawled. "Can I come with? This party is-" A goofy, unfocused grin. She hoped her act worked. It better work. "A drag. It's draggin's me down, right? Get it?" She let out an awkward laugh as both boys looked between each other.

"Hell, why not." Ryan said finally. "C'mon Vic, let's put her in the car. She's drunk, anyways."

"Might as well get somethin' good outta this party." Vic replied, and they more or less supported Violet as she made herself stumble and step forward badly, mumbling a 'sweet, thanks' in return.

It was on now. She'd wipe'em out tonight. This would end tonight. Vi'd make sure of that. At any cost.

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"Hey. What's up, Red? I showed up, when can I leave?" Paige instantly turned around at the light brush of fingers across her arm. Coming face to face with the one she had been looking for since she had arrived at the party, a smile made its way across her face.

"What's up Sammi, oh come on the party just started. You didnt even ask me to dance." Paige teased back nudging him playfully.

Was she flirting? The though flittered across her mind as she stared at Sam waiting for his response. A slight almost unnoticeable blush made its way across her face as she realized she might have been.

"What time did you get here?" She asked hurriedly trying to change the subject and his train of thought, an attempt at distracting him from what she had just said.

"What did you think!?" Lacey's excited voice stole Paige's attention before she could catch Sam's response.

"It's great Lacey, I think everyone's enjoying it." Paige responded though doubted the girl caught her words as she continued to chatter on to Amber.

Rolling her eyes in a playful way Paige turned to Cora as she heard the familar hello, a smile graced her lips as she greeted her friends.

"Hey what's up Cora, we missed you at the diner." Giving the short haired brunette a quick hug, Paige smiled. "Bring that book of yours?" She asked smirking at the girl.

The sudden absence of music made Paige glance behind her, her eyes landing crowd of people who seemed to be surrounding something.

Probably a fight Paige thought not really giving it much mind. High schoolers never knew how to solve problems without using their fist.

"We'll I'm going to go get a drink anyone want to join me?" Paige asked just as the music turned on again getting rid of the kind of awkward silence.

Stealing a quick glance at Sam she headed off toward the kitchen trying to get rid of the slight embarrassment she still held from talking to Samuel. Stopping in the kitchen Paige poured herself a cup of hopefully not spiked punch.

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Sam kept one eye on Violet as he talked to Paige, waiting for a moment to catch her. Paige seemed pleased to see him. She nudged him playfully, teasing him about dancing. "Maybe I was waiting for the right moment." He jested back. She seemed to hesitate a moment, as if something uncomfortable had just popped into her mind, but then she changed the subject. What time had he gotten here? He opened his mouth to answer, but Lacy caught her attention before he could. He didn't slump, but inside he could feel himself Wilt a bit. He didn't need much, but sometimes he wished he could have Paige's undivided attention for at least a little bit. Maybe it was the buzz growing in his brain, but he had the urge to cut in again, pull her away and give her that dance she had been teasing him about or something. But no, her other friends were important to her too and he couldn't do that to her. He turned his attention back to Violet for a moment, searching out her location. She was talking to Briton. Cora had shown up over at their little group, and Paige was talking to her. Maybe...maybe now was a good time?

He laid his hand on Paige's shoulder for a second. "I'll be right back in a second." He murmured in her ear, close enough that she could hear him. He wound his was towards where she was standing, and the music cut out for a second. He barely noticed though, so intent on catching her. As it crackled back to life, Sam saw Violet turn from Briton and run straight into two big guys. Chaffon and Rockwell, the bastards. Shit. He sped up as the girl started walking with them, stumbling a little. Was she really that drunk, or was she playing with them? Either way, this was not good. She was going to get hurt.

They managed to get out the door before he could plow through the people in his way, and once he burst out the door they were already off. Shit. Shit shit shit. He cast about himself, but there was nothing. He'd just run then. It was a neighborhood, hopefully they wouldn't do over thirty. As long as he could keep them in his sights he'd be fine.

The boy took off from the front stoop, landing halfway down the sidewalk running. He wasn't lithe enough to be a sprinter, but he pushed himself down the sidewalk, using his elbows to cut his way through the people lounging outside. He raced down the street, completely focused on running. He was a little unsteady, maybe he shouldn't have drunken anything, but his buzz was only serving to make him angrier. He was focused on trying to break the wall, let his adrenaline flood his body and remove the feeling of wear in his muscles, even if that point was still far off, when he heard someone yelling from a couple blocks away.

'Dammit.' He made out fuzzily. He didn't stop running, but he focused his ears harder. Was it one of the guys? Had Violet already started up? 'Violet!' The voice shouted. No, it wasn't one of the other guys. It had to be either Nate, Charlie, or Oscar. No one else could possibly be calling out her name. He had to stop for a second. Any backup he could get would be helpful. He paused, tracking the car he was chasing around the corner before halting. "Over here!" He called, cupping a hand around his mouth. It wasn't nearly loud enough because his lungs were starved for oxygen.

"Over here!" He shouted again, managing to get his voice loud enough that it rang off the houses around him. Hopefully the other guy heard him and could follow the sound. He started running again, crossing the road to follow the turn the car had made. He would make it there. He didn't intend to do anything super-hero-ish, he didn't want to save the day, he just didn't want Violet to get hurt.

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Sam didn't stop running again, not waiting to see if he got a response. He needed to keep track of the car. He skidded around the corner to see it parked at the end of the road. As he neared, he saw a smaller figure stumble out of the house. Shit. The figure walked down the driveway, paused, then crumpled. Sam had to stop running, because if he kept going at that pace he was going to trip and wipe out. Then he wouldn't be any use to anyone. His body shaking with the force of his run, he stumbled the last few feet to the form on the ground.

"Fuck, Violet?" He mumbled. God, if she was dead...Or concussed....or just unconscious... he didn't know what to do. No...no...she was moving...she was alive. "Violet?" He said again, his voice hoarse. He reached out for her form, finding her face. She was hot, but there was no bruising on her face. Good sign. What did he do now? He needed to take her somewhere else. Call an ambulance or something. Find whoever it was that had been yelling for Violet and get him to call.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, trying to gather her up in his arm. Everything was moving sporadically, it was if multiple scenes were playing over one another. As if this had happened before, just in a different way...a different life.... it didn't matter now though. He just had to get her to safety. He could feel her back in his hands, and one of her ribs was shifting in its seat. Actually, she must have suffered damage to her chest. Had they been kicking her? Where were they now?

He really needed to get away. Now. Before they came out. He felt like he was about to be sick, and he couldn't defend himself and Violet at the same time.

The fireman carry wouldn't do here, not if her ribs were damaged, that would be too painful. The rational part of his brain made him stand up, holding her. "Don't move." He told her, trying to get his legs to run again. Adrenaline was still mixing with the booze in his blood, which made for a wobbly but intense scene in his brain. He managed to start running again. He had to get back to the others. Nate'd know what to do.

He wanted to yell at the girl, but there was no time. No time to tell her that she could be dead right now because she'd gotten herself into a big mess. No time for anything but skidding around the corner. Sam ran until he encountered another figure. Actually, more than one. Nate? Charlie?

"Nate!" He called out, his voice raw. "Nate, she's fucking hurt, you need to help her." The sight of the others flooded him with relief that weighed his legs down with exhaustion. Why had that been such a terrifying experience? He knelt down, laying Violet on the sidewalk gently. Nate would have to come over there because he couldn't move anymore.

He was too busy recalling memories that weren't his. Maybe he was going crazy? The sight of Violet laying on the ground had brought up memories that couldn't be pushed back down. Memories of dead friends that weren't familiar. Dead Paige. Dead Cora. Dead Nate. Dead Briton. But they didn't look like themselves. But there were other memories too. Of the ER. Of being ripped apart by a bullet. Of hanging out at the front of the school with kids he didn't recognize but knew instinctively as his friends.

It fell into place, and he thought he was going to be sick. He remembered all this shit. He was going to die. They all were. Even if it wasn't this moment, they were going to die in the near future. But not for the first time. Sam crawled away from Violet, opting instead to lay on his side in the grass, trying not to puke. He really shouldn't have drunk anything at all. He couldn't take this. Not now.

His face was slick with sweat, and he was still gasping for breath, but he managed to open his eyes to see if Nate was taking care of Violet.

"Her rib is broken. Chest trauma." He croaked out.

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Almost immediately after my cries for Violet left my lips, I heard someone shouting back "Over here! Over here!", a few times. I knew that voice. It wasn't Violet's, but rather...

"Is that Sam...?" I asked the empty air as I kept running. I had thought I'd also heard my name being called from behind, which, if it was another one of my friends, was something of a godsend. If something happened to Violet, and there was no one there to stop me... I was afraid that I really would end up behind bars for doing something outrageous. "I'm on my way!" I shouted back at the voice ahead of me. I was sure it had to be Sam, but my senses were a little blurry with fear and rage, so there was a chance I was just hoping it was him. Who better to have in case someone gets injured, right? Not that I expected the guy to be carrying around a bunch of medical supplies when going to a party. Then again, he just might have.

Having pushed my body into overdrive, I finally managed to catch up to the owner of the voice-- rather, he came back to meet up with me, and he wasn't alone...

"Sam!" I called out as the sound of his frightened voice echoed toward me, telling me to hurry. My feet slowly came to a halt, my breath heavy as I watched an equally, if not more, out-of-breath Sam kneel over a body. It was like my heart dropped into my shoes; my world almost shattered at the thought of the state she was in. "NO!" I screamed, immediately thinking the worst, my past experiences flooding back to greet me with a cold embrace. I felt the inner Nate go crazy, and I couldn't help but kick my feet off the pavement once more, rushing toward her.

"Vi!" I yelled, absentmindedly placing a hand on Sam's back for slight support as I came to a skid on my knees, sliding across the pavement. "Oh, God..." I exhaled, my voice slightly shaky. "VIOLET!?" My voice cracking slightly, I felt my body move on its own once more, which I was beginning to allow in full. Scooping her up slightly, I held her limp upper body in my arms, almost forgetting to be careful; Sam had said she was hurt, and it was now apparent as she was breathing somewhat hard, a pained expression on her face. At least she wasn't dead; that was all I could tell myself as I looked at Sam, who, in this life, had never seen me so frightened.

"Violet...?" I asked, checking her over. "Please, talk to me..." Giving her shoulder a squeeze as I brushed some hair from her eyes as my own pair began to burn slightly. I could help it. It was all just so surreal. So familiar... Sam had long since left our side, deserving of resting for a while after trying so hard to reach their friend. Charlie had apparently been by my side ever since I stopped running, but I wasn't paying attention to anything besides the immediate problem that was currently crumpled in my arms. Knowing I still had more energy left in my legs, I moved to lift her up, only for her to cry out in pain, making me set her back down. "Shit...! Sorry, Vi..." I hissed, hating myself for causing her more pain. This time, more carefully, I cradled her gently, rising to meet Charlie who was also out of breath, clearly frightened for Violet as well. I quickly adjusted to him being there, turning to talk directly to him.

"Charlie, help Sam up-- please." I said, looking back down at Violet's face, which was glistening with sweat under the moonlight. "We need to hurry back; tell the others." Without another word, I took off back down the road, albeit much slower than my initial run out there, not wanting to cause any more unnecessary pain for the girl I was carrying. "Hang on, Vi... Please, just hang on..." I said in a low, strained voice, speaking more to myself than to her. The clock in my head was still ticking, only much louder than before. It was tethered to me, after all...

Sam had said that it was just broken ribs, but he was no doctor, despite his apparent potential for being one if he were ever allowed the chance to pursue such a career. Realizing this, I asked for her voice. I needed to make sure she was alright...

"Talk to me, Vi..." I said, voice dry and my chest, burning. "Let me hear your voice...!" I kept telling myself over and over again that she would be okay; that this wasn't a premature link to her death. I still had a chance to fix this. Knowing this, I reminded myself that I was seriously out of it in this life. Had this been the curse's doing, I would have lost her for sure... I needed to figure out what was wrong with me. Figure out why the inner Nate was taking control so prominently. Was my mind tired? My soul...? Scared at the thought of it being the latter, I readjusted Violet's position in my arms to get a better hold of her, only to hear her groan slightly, growling at myself, I pushed on, hearing that annoying music float back to me, which, oddly enough thanks to the situation, instantly made me feel somewhat relieved...

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Charlie slowed to a walk as he was able to clearly make out two figures standing only a few feet away from him. Nate and Sam.

Charlie was panting as his lungs gasped desperately for air and his legs burned from the surprise run, this have had better have been a big emergency for him to nearly die running.

"Hey...Nate..what's...the...big.....deal?" Charlie managed to get out between huge swallows of air. Coming to a stop next to his black haired friend, he finally saw the crumpled up body of Violet. She looked hurt, more than that she looked like she was in pain, excruciating pain.

"Vi..." Charlie's voice was hollow as he stared down at the girl who was now cradled in Nate's arms.

Wow how so much could change in a matter of hours. Just early he was joking around with Violet, laughing with her. Now she was lying on the sidewalk looking to be on her death bed.

Charlie's mind went blank, he needed to help her, but how. He wasn't a doctor, he didnt have any medical experience, but he needed to help.

"Charlie, help Sam up-- please." Charlie's eye locked with Nate's, a kind of relief flooding through him at something to do. Giving a swift nod he watched as Nate brushed past him and began to walk down the sidewalk with Violet in his arms, before he quickly scurried over to Sam.

"You okay man?" Charlie asked concerned at the site of the sick looking teen. Gently placing a hand on Sam's back he helped him up, hooking an arm around the boy's waist while he threw one of Sam's arms around his neck. He had no idea if Sam actually needed any help walking or he just needed help getting up, but the way the usually tanned skinned teen now held a kind of pale color gave Charlie the hint that he wasn't really in the right mood to talk.

As they finally arrived back at the party, Charlie let Sam go, instantly getting out his phone.

Violet needed an ambulance he was pretty sure of that, and he could do that. Charlie shakily dialed 911 knowing he wouldn't be the most popular guy for the next few weeks for crashing the party.

"911 what's your emergency?" The operator's voice came on making him feel kind of shaky.

"Uhh..hello. I need an ambulance for a friend. She's hurt, I don't know how, but I think it's bad."

"Okay where's your location?"

Charlie blushed feeling stupid for not adding his location, quickly telling the lady the address of the party he hung up and roughly shoved his battered phone back into his pocket.

"Okay I called an ambulance. Hang in there Vi." He didnt know if she could actually hear him, but he hoped the words would soothe her if she could.

"Oh I'll text everybody." Charlie added after a few second taking out his phone again before sending a mass text to everyone. Well almost everyone. His finger hovered over the button, that would either exclude Oz from the text or add him to the list.

Oscar is Violet's friend, it wouldnt be right for him not to know she's hurt Charlie reminded himself. The image of Oz rubbing Briton's back flashed through his mind, instantly making him send the text before adding Oz's name. Biting his lip guilty Charlie shoved his phone into his pocket.

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Something or other stumbled towards her in the dark of the night. Vi tiredly shot her gaze out, wincing and groaning with every movement. Who was it? Was it - Sam, of course it was Sam. why was she even trying to hope that Nate would all of a sudden rush in and be her knight in fucking armor for once. Instead it was Sam - though at least it was better than no one, because Vic was still pretty well ready for another fight, she didn't land any good hits on the bastard, and if she was unlucky, he'd come tearing out in his filthy rage. And Vi was in to much pain to really do anything to try to defend herself at this point. With at least one other person, maybe she'd have a chance.

Doubtful, though, that Vic kicks as hard as fuck, seriously. She heard her name called out, by Sam, nonetheless, and Vi just nodded her head a bit after trying and failing to really make any sounds. The buzz at the back of her head decided at that very moment to explode, making a twin prong of agony in both her chest and her head - goddamnit what a fucking tool, why'd she have to drink so much beer, man - and she hissed in pain in response to Sam's query of if she was hurt. As he scooped her up, she felt the most peculiar sensation as her goddamned the hell rib shifted, making her go rigid in the sudden pain. Her face contorted as she tried to handle it, but failed spectacularly.

Someone else was approaching now, and Vi recognized it as Nate- of course it was, think she could ever mistake that idiotic form of his, that shape that's so loving and - goddamnit, stop going into damn fantasies and get focused on the shit at hand here. From above her, Sam shouted out to Nathan, that Violet needed help and whatnot, and then Sam went onto the ground, laying her own self gently down. She wasn't sure if she felt shitty or not about it - seriously, she was trying to avoid this sort of thing, wasn't she?

Nate, the great Nate, started shouting back in response, and by the time he came, screaming Violet's name in the most dramatic fashion possible, sliding next to her, his voice cracked, wrapping her into his arms as Sam managed to croak out in a tired voice that her rib was broken. Vi was more or less passive during this, trying not to suddenly make any stupid movements - despite her physical condition, all she could think about was how Nate had come to save her, had come to the rescue. The knight in aforementioned fucking armor. He looked positively terrified as he coo'd her name, checking her over and over - had Nate ever looked so closely at her body, let alone the boob area? She blushed even harder, not even managing a squeak as Nathan's eyes scoured over her. If only this were a completely different situation; she really didn't want people to know about super Hero Violet just yet.

Someone else arrived, apparently Charlie? Who quickly reached for his phone - goddamnit the fucking cops, why was he calling the cops? An ambulance? She didn't want to deal with this shit. Answering stupid useless questions, and the eyes clearly judging her as an outsider and thus untrustworthy. It was disgusting. She wanted to just fight her way out of this new mess. Or maybe get back into the house and let Vic and Ryan work her over. Anything was better than the damn cops. Or the hospital. Fuck. She was panicking now but only managed to make little whimpering sounds as she remembered that Nate was still holding her. Abruptly, she was moved up, and a new surge of pain suddenly struck her, making her hiss loudly, crying out in the most pathetically weak voice ever.

It was shit. It was terrible. She wanted to fight right the fuck now. But Nate was now carrying her back to the party, and hopefully this was her chance to at least set one thing right.

"Talk to me, Vi..."Nathan said, in a pleading, desperate tone. "Let me hear your voice...!"

Vi moaned a few times in response, trying to form words that made sense, anything that might've possibly made sense. It was fucking hard, and she couldn't - couldn't think, with all the buzzing in her head, the alcohol swirling around,the panic, and fucking Nate right here, holding her, carrying her, making her all fluttery and shit this didn't even make any sense anymore but eventually she settled on grinning a little at him. Might as well try to enjoy it.

"I'm... a hero." She said weakly, gritting her teeth. "They won't mess... they... fuck, Nate, they won't fuck with Briton anymore. I... fucked'em up harder than they did me, all right. I did it, didn't I?"

She gulped, still feeling drained and weak.

"I did the right thing, didn't I?"

Father ahead, the ambulance had arrived at more or less the same time, with it's wailing siren. A dark thought suddenly occured- wouldn't it be bad if she had to pay the whole hospital bill? Or if her parents found out that she'd been fighting? Taylor couldn't back her up forever, the little snot wasn't the perfect little brother, after all. This was really fucking bad, wasn't it? Vi suddenly tapped Nate's shoulder as best as she could without feeling more pain twinged throughout her body.

"Do I really need the ambulance?" She implored. "I'm fuckin' tough, I can handle this -" She winced as more agony screamed and she couldn't really continue talking. The paramedics saw her and then rushed over to carefully load her into the back of the obnoxious white vehicle. Vi, however, refused to let go of Nathan's hand, looking at him, almost begging.

"Come with me." She finally murmured, looking into his eyes; blushing furiously, as the medical people did their medical shit. "Don't wanna be alone in a fuckin' hospital when my parents get there..."

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The dark trees that passed by me as I jogged down the blackened street blurred with the soft lighting from the lights nearby. It was as if I were actually running as fast as I could, despite only having been jogging slightly, so as not to hurt my currently crippled friend. My vision was almost hazy from all the worry and running that had taken place just moments ago, but I was determined to get her back. I knew Charlie and Sam had to be not far behind us, which gave me more courage, as my friends always did in times of hardship, so I used that as my fuel. Violet wasn't alone, and neither was I...

"I'm... a hero." The sound of Violet's voice suddenly hit my ears, almost surprising me, even though I had only just practically begged the girl to say something. I looked down at her face, which was half covered in shadow and the other in moonlight, with the occasional extra lighting from the streetlamps we were passing by. "They won't mess... they... fuck, Nate, they won't fuck with Briton anymore. I... fucked 'em up harder than they did me, all right. I did it, didn't I?" she said, in clear pain. I merely looked back and forth between her and the road ahead as she spoke with a pained expression. I absentmindedly shook my head and gave out an incoherent grunt before my attention was pulled back to her face once more as she repeated herself, only in a smaller voice. "I did the right thing, didn't I?"

Those words made me furrow my eyebrows as I took in the meaning behind what she was saying. She just wanted to be useful. To help her friends when they were in need. I couldn't say with honesty that she didn't do the right thing, but I couldn't entirely commend her for it either... Holding her gaze for a few seconds longer than before, I looked back ahead again.

"I don't know..." I said, finally. I paused for a moment before continuing, balancing my thoughts on her question with that of the current situation. "What you did was stupid, but... I don't think it was 'wrong'." Giving the empty air a quick smirk at the irony in my own words, I berated myself in turn. "Then again, what I did was pretty damn stupid, too..." I gave her a final look as I knew the party was drawing closer to us upon noticing the lights. "You just did what you thought needed to be done, and I can't fault you for that..." Giving the small girl a warm smile, I squeezed her shoulder affectionately, finally looking back up at the front lawn of the house the party was being held at. A sigh of relief escaped my lungs as I slowed to more of a power walk upon seeing a new set of flashing lights; an ambulance. Good. What wasn't good, however, was the police car that was also flashing its lights just beside the ambulance. I already predicted this, but it still sent a shiver down my spine at the thought of what might happen to my remaining friends that were still inside that damn house... Of course, this was a small town, and there was only one car with two officers present, so at most, the likely scenario would have been a simple breaking up of the party, resulting in many teenagers who were obviously far too young to be drinking being forced to flee the scene. Good thing our local law enforcement was generally rather lenient over small stuff like this. But that was just the small stuff...

"Over here!" I shouted at the paramedics, finally coming to a halt just past the front lawn. Of course, that was when Violet tapped my shoulder as gentle as a small child might have done, stealing my attention once more. I merely smiled wryly at her protests of going to the hospital as she couldn't even fully get out her speech regarding how tough she was. "Tough you may be, you're still made of flesh and blood." I said in response just as the paramedics rushed up to meet me, taking Violet out of my arms, save for the one hand she managed to keep tightly clutched with my own, pulling me along with her as she was strapped into the stretcher. Before they loaded her into the back of the ambulance, however, Violet managed to mutter a single request.

"Come with me." she said. Don't wanna be alone in a fuckin' hospital when my parents get there..." All I could do was smile at her and rub my thumb on the back of her small hand as she pleaded with me, finally resulting in me telling her what I had already planned on doing.

"Of course I'm coming with you." I said without hesitation. "If I don't, then who's gonna stop you from trying to escape?" Giving her another smile, I turned my head to the paramedic beside me, giving him a look that said "It's alright, isn't it?", upon which he simply nodded and continued with loading Violet into the ambulance, followed by me, still holding onto the girl's hand. Now sitting down on the small bench-like seat that was beside Violet's stretcher, the doors slammed shut beside us. The paramedic who was also sitting in the back along with us was going over his routine care for the injured as Violet and I continued holding hands. The ambulance didn't waste any time leaving the party, and it wasn't long before we were in motion. I looked down at my friend, who was looking back up at me in turn. I let my gaze fall to the floor as I decided to scold her somewhat after all.

"Hey..." I began, my voice soft, unlike how it was only a few minutes ago. "I know I said that I couldn't fault you for what you did, but..." I paused, looking back up at her, worry clearly on my face. "You're not...a super hero, Violet... You're a 17-year-old girl who shouldn't be..." I paused again, remembering we weren't alone as I eyed the paramedic before blinking back to Violet. "...taking matters into her own hands all the time. I understand that you wanna help the people you love, but there are just some problems that one person can't hope to solve on their own..." What I was saying, despite instantly sounding rather hypocritical to myself, was true. But the difference between what I did and what she did was that I wasn't alone when I made my mistake. I had Oz to help me in case things got especially nasty. She was a young girl who was alone with two violent guys-- guys who made it an effort to take whatever they want, whenever they wanted it, and without any regards to other people and their wishes. If it hadn't been for Briton seeing her go off with them; Sam chasing after her before I did; Charlie following after me... Who knows how bad it would have been. "You can rely on your friends to help you, Vi... Trust me when I say...you're not alone..." I said with a smile as I gripped her hand more firmly. "Alright?" At the time, I didn't realize how ironic it was for me to be feeding someone else such a line. However, the insight that came with it would one day reach me... Only...in the form of another person's words. Someone truly important to me... But we've still got a ways to go before that particular moment.

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He probably looked green as sin, he felt like he was going to be sick any second, partially because of the unpleasant mix of lost adrenaline and booze in his body, and partially because he couldn't quite come to terms with what was in his head. He watched Nate carry Violet away instead of thinking about it. There was a job done somewhat right. Good enough, maybe. At least she wasn't too terribly wounded. She could have died. And it wouldn't even be in the kind of reincarnation-y way he now remembered. They still had a bit of time before that. Suddenly, Sam became aware that someone was standing above him, talking to him. Sam silently let himself be picked up, testing his weight on his feet. His body wouldn't easily forgive him for that stint.

He tried his best not to lean too heavily on the other, and once they made it back to the source of the pulsing sound and bright lights that had been the beginning of this mess he pulled away, forcing himself to take his weight again. "Thanks man," He mumbled to Charlie, bumping him halfheartedly on the shoulder before stumbling away. He heard the boy mention something about an ambulance into his phone before the sounds of the party swallowed him up.

He had to find Paige. He wanted to know what she knew, but at the same time, was it a good idea? What if this was all in his head...some kind of waking lucid dream. Hallucinations were pretty common after pushing himself so hard, but nothing this..vivid. Maybe it was the alcohol's fault. Maybe it would be best to keep it to himself. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

Nobody seemed to even notice him as he pushed through the crowd, maybe they assumed that he was drunk off his ass. He didn't care what they thought. He had more important things to do than worry about any kind of appearance he might have. It wasn't like he spent much time actually in school anyway these days.

He managed to make it over to where he'd first spotted her, but nobody was still there. He stopped for a second. Where could she have gone? Oh yeah, she went to get a drink, didn't she. How long ago had that been? It seemed like ages ago, but he couldn't have been out for that long. Maybe she was still there. He pushed back into the crowd of people, shamelessly cutting through groups of people to make it to the kitchen. Ah, there she was. Cora was there too.

Gratefully he made a direct path to the two and caught himself on the edge of a counter. He should probably rehydrate himself, but would there be anything left at this point that wasn't spiked. "Hey," He started to say, but then his cell phone along with the other girls' buzzed. He produced his from his pocket and looked at who it was from before opening the text. Charlie. He already knew what it was about.

"Vi got hurt." He said abruptly, trying to force himself to breath normally. "Charlie called an ambulance. We should probably leave before the police come to investigate." he hoped at least one of them had brought a car. He really didn't feel like walking home, or walking anywhere. He mostly just wanted to sit down, organize his thoughts, then sleep before his body really turned to jelly. Or he puked. Or both.

He didn't notice that he'd sunk to the floor until he realized that he was looking up at Paige to see her response. He needed to stay on his feet. Was he still pale? He hoped not. He probably looked a sight, he realized. Great. He pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly, fingers clinging to the counter behind him for support.Yeah, this really wasn't the place for him.

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Paige Parker


This definetly tasted funny, not the way regular punch should have tasted, it kind of had an after taste. Paige thought absentmindedly as she sipped her drink and watched the people around her laugh and talk. Watched girls flirt their way under boys arm with just a smile and a flip of their hair. Why couldn't she be that way, why did she have to be so awkward and weird around boys she liked, well maybe liked. Paige took another sip from her drink, in denial pratically written all over her face.

"I hope you don't mind that I have come to join you."

Paige turned her head to see Cora, a soft smile making its way across her face, illuminating her already pretty appearance. Why couldn't she be like Cora, naturally beautiful. Why had she chose a football over a Barbie? Maybe she wouldn't still be single and still have virgin lips, if she chose the pink skirt over the jersey.

" No not all, I was actually starting to get lonely." Paige flashed the girl a smile and took another sip of her drink.

Yep this definitely tasted funny.

They stood in silence for a while, until Paige finished her drink and made her way across the kitchen to get another one.

"Want a drink?" She called over her shoulder as she slipped by people and was in front of the punch bowl once again. Not waiting for a reply from Cora or hearing one, she made two cups and made her way back to her artistic friend.

"One for you," She handed Cora the cup and gave her a smile. "And one for me. Cheers." Smashing her cup against Cora's she felt the content's of her drink spill over the edge of her cup and onto her hand along with the floor.

She smiled foolishly and mouthed a silent opps before quickly downing the rest of the beverage.

"Another drink?" She asked Cora getting ready to make her way for the punch bowl again unaware if the girl had even taken a sip from her cup. The sudden image of Sam stumbling between two people in her peripheral vision stopped her.

She turned fully just in time to see Sam catch himself on the edge of a counter. Whoa he did not look good, he looked like he had just been through hell. The sudden vibration of her phone in her pocket made her hesitantly tear her eyes away from the boy in front of her and retrieve her phone.

It was Charlie, hmmm it wasn't everyday she got a text from him.

Paige's face twisted into a face of worry as she read the message. Violet was hurt, and going to get in an ambulance. Crap they needed to get to the hospital, not all of them had even turned eighteen, this was not a good sign.

"Vi got hurt. Charlie called an ambulance. We should probably leave before the police come to investigate." Sam got out before sinking to the floor.

Paige instantly reached for him without a second thought. "Are you okay?" She asked as he began to stand.

Slipping an arm around his waste so he wouldn't go tumbling again, she cast a glance at Cora and motioned for her to get his other side.

" Let's get out of here, you brought a car didnt you?" Paige asked Cora, she really wanted to get out of here before the drunken teens basically ran over each other to get out of the house when they finally realized what the flashing lights meant.

They were a few steps away from he door when the siren began to blare and flashing lights entered the house through the windows. Everything seemed to stand still for a minute, only the pounding of the music keeping it from being deathly quiet. All of a sudden it was a sudden flurry of legs and shirts, people and people and more people. Some being helped out like Sam some even running out with their shirts off.

They were barely able to pull Sam through the door as more people squeezed their way out the of the small exit.

" You okay Sam?" Paige asked breathlessly looking up at the male.

Quickly scanning her surrounding she searched the cars littering the area before spotting a car that looked like Cora's.

" I think I see your car Cora." Paige pointed to a car a little ways away.

" Lets go." She whispered the flashing lights behind her starting to make her nervous.

As they finally arrived at the car Piage helped Sam into the back seat and slid in after him, leaving the driving to Cora. Reaching across Sam she caught his eye as she buckled him in. She had never really noticed how blue his eyes were. A blush made its way across her face, was she really admiring his eyes at a time like this?

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Cora Donovan




Cora smiled at Paige's response, good she had hoped that would be her answer. There was no way that she wanted to be a bother to Paige. Afterwards Paige had offered her a drink which Cora of course shook her head to but obviously Paige had not seen it due to the fact that she already was giving Cora a drink. Glancing momentarily down at the contents of the drink she looked at Paige then carefully smashed her cup against Paige and taking a step back in case any contents of the drink decided to spill over the side. Cora's smile grew as she heard Paige utter a soft opps under her breath. It was then that Cora finally took a tiny sip of the drink, wondering what it really was because it didn't taste like it looked. After her sip she watched as Paige surprisingly downed the entire cup of what ever this drink was. She shook her head, taking another small sip of the drink. "Another drink?" She heard Paige say to her before her expression changing. Cora would have said no anyways so it didn't mater if she didn't respond. Turning in the direction that Paige was looking she noticed Samuel stumbling in.

Not once had she even thought to check her phone when it had vibrated in her pocket. "Vi got hurt. Charlie called an ambulance. We should probably leave before the police come to investigate." Cora heard Samuel as Paige went to help him stand up. Cora's face went from suddenly worried to really, really worried. Quickly she put her cup down, moving towards Samuel and slipping a frail arm around him to help Paige hold him up. She nodded to most of Paige's questions and helped Paige support Samuel all the way to the car. On their way there it was like a battle, people fled from the house as flashing lights and sirens blared as they pulled up.

Once they arrived some what safely at Cora's car and both Paige and Sam were buckled up in the backseat with the back doors closed she slid into the driver's seat, glancing in the rear view mirror in case Lacey or Amber happened to stumble out of the house. Perhaps they were already out and at the hospital though. Sighing softly she threw any items that had previously been gripped in one hand into the passenger seat and retrieved her keys. Quickly she turned her car on and threw it into drive. The flashing lights were getting close and there was once a police man that came into Cora's view. Her foot tapped the gas and she soon began to maneuver around a couple frantic people who were making their way to their car. Once they were away from people and had made it fully onto a main road she stepped on the gas more, waiting until she could no longer see the flashing lights or even just hear the sirens. She wove carefully past and around cars before soon she began to slow down a good 5 mph. Letting out a long breath of relief she glance in the rear view mirror at Samuel and Paige. "Sorry," She apologized quickly. "How are you guys doing?" She asked as she returned her eyes to the road and tried to pay attention to where she was going. One hand gripped the wheel firmly as she reached over and grabbed her phone from the passenger seat. She reviewed the message quickly, only glancing up a couple times to make sure she wasn't swerving into the other lane. Once she was positive about where she was going she click the phone off and tossed it to the side as she began to once again maneuver her way around to get to where she was going. Although she didn't speed up nor drive like a crazy person. Carefully pressing the on button on her music she turned it way down to where you could just barley hear it. "Um, do you guys need anything? You good back there?" She questioned with a worried look. Her hand stayed near the radio as she clicked it to a station that she liked which was playing Brave by Sara Bareilles. Cora sighed softly, turning it down another notch so that you really could barley hear it. In fact she made the music only be able to play in the front of the car unless they wanted to listen to music. They weren't far from the hospital or at least she didn't think they were.

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Samuel Westhouse

He was again drifting, two different arms around him, pulling him along. He really needed to pull himself together. Deep breaths. Okay. Okay. He just needed to sit down again maybe. Take the stress off his body and put it elsewhere. There was little chance to focus now though, with all the people hurrying out in different states of consciousness and ability. Nobody wanted to get caught here. Would they know who called the cops? Sam hoped not. Charlie would get some kind of hell for that. Once Violet got better, she was going to get some kind of hell for what she'd done too. Nate's face, the way he'd been talking to her had told Sam that the boy was really shaken up by that turn of events. Sam was having some difficulty keeping all the strands of his life in their own place, mostly thanks to the booze and exhaustion in his system. Who was alive? Who had died? In which bodies? Was he even alive right now?

The dark haired boy glanced at his hands as he partly sat partly fell into Cora's car. No, he was there. So was Cora. So was Paige. That was good. Nate was alive. Charlie was alive. Violet was maybe alive. Mostly alive. That left four unaccounted for in his mind. He'd wait and see if they were okay. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

"I'm fine." He responded to the question Paige had posed in the door way much too late. She smelled like booze too. Did she drink? No, he didn't think so. Maybe he was imagining it. He tried to help her pull the seat belt over his chest, and her eyes caught his. He stared at her for a second, trying to ground himself in this reality.

His name was Samuel Westhouse. He was in Cora Donovan's car, Paige Parker was sitting next to him. They were all in their normal bodies. Okay. Okay. That was good enough for now. He'd sort out the rest of the blurry thoughts later. Yeah. That was good. Cora spoke up, asking how they were doing. "We're good." He said, his voice too soft at first but peaking much louder than he'd meant it to. "Thanks Cora."

Dark scenery passed around them, highlighted by headlights. Were they going to the hospital for Vi? Probably. That was a good idea. He didn't even know how she was doing. He'd just left her with Nate. That was the way to do things though. Nate was better with problems than he was. Of course he was. Nate was the leader. Sam leaned back in his seat and sighed loudly, letting his exhaustion rush out of his body in a huge gust of air.

"Hey." He said, his hand going to Paige's shoulder suddenly as a thought popped in his head. His voice came out very gently slurred, as if he was inventing the words just as they tumbled out of his mouth, just a little too fast and a little too slow at the same time. "You never did...get your dance." He looked away for a second, a slightly awkward expression passing his face for a half second. "You think an IOU would...be good? Or a pickup game in...that old lot...tomorrow?" Maybe now, when they were hurrying off to make sure one of their other friends was okay, wasn't the time nor the place for this kind of thing, but he really needed a distraction. He had certainly pushed himself past his bodily limit in both drinking and exertion, and perhaps in mental taxation, if his current mental wasn't a reality, and he was going to have to pay up for all those things at some point. He'd just leave it for later. It was easier to fall apart when he was alone to pick himself back up without having to worry about the well being of his friends. Right now he should focus on Cora and Paige.

He examined her for few more minutes. He could still smell sweet alcohol in her breath, off her body. Maybe he should ask her about that. She'd gotten on him for doing that kind of stuff before, she didn't seem one to just start randomly. Anyway, he only did it because there wasn't anywhere else for him to go, so what was the point in staying in top physical condition. She, on the other hand, could go off and play college level. She couldn't be doing those kinds of things to her body. Okay, maybe he was being a bit protective, and hypocritical, but really. He wanted the best for all his friends, because they deserved it.

"Have..have you been drinking?" He asked her cautiously, his own voice stumbling over the words, after a few more moments deliberation. His perpetually sleepy eyes flicked from her to the cut of Cora's face he could see in the rear view mirror. Cora would be able to answer it if Paige didn't."No-not that there's anything wrong with that...I just didn't know you..." he trailed off, losing the thought before he could finish speaking.