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Punk

"I want the freedom to do as I damn well please."

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a character in “Welcome to Providence”, as played by twi-twi

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Punk is the name he goes by in the Code Black.


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There was heavy pounding on the door of the house that was pristine and beautiful on the outside, but in a bit of a disarray on the inside. Daniel was rushing around, trying to hide all of his artwork and his guitar. It was pointless. They would find it anyways, he was sure of that. Eventually, the officials and military busted his door down. "Stop right there! Daniel Robert Chief, you are under arrest for the creation of vulgarity in our clean city!"

"That's only if you fuckers can catch me!" He yelled and threw a bookshelf down to obscure their walking area and he busted open a window, climbing out, and running for his dear life. He really didn't know why he was prolonging the inevitable. They would catch up to him eventually and throw him in the Providence. He just hoped that maybe he could escape. But escape where? What would he do? Change his appearance and somehow get someone e to change his name? It wouldn't happen. But he kept running anyways.

But those military monkies were everywhere. They cut him off, and he turned down another street just to be faced with another troop of them. He was surrounded. They tackled him to the ground and cuffed him. "C'mon, you little punk. You're going to the Providence." Daniel thought a moment. 'That has a nice sound to it. Punk.' He thought to himself as he was pulled up off the ground and led off to the Providence. They didn't let him take anything. They threw him into an apartment there and said he was to live here and had to build his own life here.


All this because he wanted to express himself?

That's a bit much, isn't it?

So begins...

Punk's Story

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Character Portrait: Punk Character Portrait: Leadership - NPCs Character Portrait: Trick

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All was silent in the woods except maybe a few leaves blowing in the breeze or a rabbit stirring the bushes up a bit. But other than that, the gloomy little forest was quiet. But in this forest, hunters were hidden. And hidden quite well, actually. Look closer at that pile of leaves there. Do you see the glint of metal from the gun? And in that Bush, the gleam of two eyes? Then inside that barren den, do you see that small bit of fabric from a shirt?

Punk was very good with his artistic skills, which made him good to bring along on hunting trips and attacks. He was a master at camouflage. The three hunters were well hidden, Glass in the Bush, since she had tracked the animal and already set snares and traps in other places, Corner was in the pile of leaves, his gun poised and ready to go, considering he was the weapon expert. And Punk? He was the one in the den, and he was really only good for the camouflage. But it helps a lot, with hiding the hunters and traps alike.

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The silencer on the gun did its job, and the bullet fired felled a small fox. It wasn't much, and yet this was a big haul for the hunting group. Each concealed hunter came out from their respective hiding places. "See? Told you that the rifle with the silencer would get the job done." Corner said to Glass wth a rather triumphant grin on his face. "Alright, alright, you win. But you'll be sorry when we're out of ammo and righting with the arrows." Glass countered to the male as she picked up the fox by its tail. "Well, if you lovebirds are done bickering like a married couple, then can we scope out the traps and snares and get back? We've been out here for fucking ever." Punk finally chimed in, or more like complained. All agreed on that point.

They went through and checked their traps, but found they had only gotten one rabbit and three squirrels. A measly meal for the growing Code Black, but it would pull them over for now.

A rustling was heard in the bushes. Corner immediately put his rifle to his shoulder and aimed, Glass pulled a knife out, and Punk tensed, ready for a fight with his fists. After a few painstakingly slow seconds, Heartless appeared from out of the Bush and everyone let out the breath they didn't know they had been holding.

"Fucking Christ Heartless! What do you think you're doing, getting yourself killed?!" Punk's voice was a slightly higher pitch than usual, and highly exasperated. Heartless merely shrugged her shoulders. "I came to get you rejects. You've been out for a while. Come back to the house, why don'cha?" She said nonchalantly. Punk just rolled his eyes and shook his head and motioned for the other two to follow him as he followed Heartless, his companion who helped him out when he had nothing.

When they made it back, chaos was abroad. The newbs were panicking and running about. "What do we do?!" One of them yelled. "What's going on?" Heartless demanded, with authority in her voice. "Poet brought in this girl named Trick, but he's shot in the leg and I don't know what's wrong with her!" Heartless was calm during the storm. Punk admired her for that. "Alright, just go get me a medic and calm the hell down." She said, then walked to Poet where he was standing over a cot. She put a hand on his shoulder. "You need to at least sit your ass down, genius." She said to him, forcing him onto the cot next to the one with Trick on it. She turned to Trick and said, "Welcome to Code Black."

Punk went around the other side of the bunk and looked at Trick. "You get fucked up too?" He asked simply. That was pretty much all you asked when shots were fired. They just wanted to know if you were fucked up, and needed help. But his words had double meaning. Physical, and in the aspect of asking if she was screwed over by the city too. Like most of them were.

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Everything seemed to happen so fast. One moment she was thrown in this desolate place, the next she met "Poet", or at least that's what this strange boy called her. The other boy was harassing Poet, and she hated herself for standing idly by. She couldn't hear much of what they had said to each other, but it wasn't very difficult to deduce that they had met before. Damnit, pull yourself together! That kid's dead two versus one. Just as she made a move towards the pair, Poet screamed at her to run. The next thing she knew was searing pain. Her left deltoid had been hit with a... Bullet? What the hell is going on? Trick didn't have time to think. When she opened her eyes again she was on the ground, Poet had tackled her to protect her. Bullets flew past them, and the situation was so surreal. Adrenaline was forcing her body into action: Her fight or flight responses were initiated. Clearly overpowered, Trick was forced into a mad dash for survival.

Gripping onto Poet, the battered duo scampered towards a theater. Trick didn't ask questions; where they were going was the least of her worries. Poet gained immediate trust after saving her, she didn't think someone would take so much effort to lead her to a different form of slaughter. Plus, an ally was something she needed if she were to make it here. Trick's mind would definitely need some time before the realization of the recent events hit, but she found that she could still perform basic communication.

"Are you alright?" She was ushered into a room before being pushed to a cot. "I'm fine, really. I'm more concerned about you. Are you okay?" Her protests were useless, and she was laid onto the cot. With determination and evident effort, Poet dug into his bullet wound, only a grimace showing his pain. How he could perform such an excruciating task was beyond her. He began talking to Trick then, introducing himself and asking her questions.

"I-I'm here for homosexual activity, and assault of a citizen. Maybe even for lack of public discretion, I'm not sure." Trick stammered. She then remembered her red display she left for the officers. "Oh yeah, and graff-" Suddenly another teen burst into the room. "You get fucked up too?" He questioned after appearing on the other side of her bunk. Before replying she looked over his figure. He had piercings, his hair was done up and dyed, and he had a firm jawline. He was.. A nice sight for sore eyes.

"Fucked u-Oh, yeah, I think I was hit..." The rebellious teen turned her head to her shoulder, where a bullet had torn through her jacket. She shrugged off the outerwear and stared blankly at her shoulder. Well, she would be if it were possible. Crimson liquid covered her skin, and she was taken aback momentarily at the display. All of the events clicked together, and she was finally slapped in the face with realization... And pain. The adrenaline that had saved her life finally wore off.

"Shooter was trying to hit my heart..." She choked, wiping up some of the blood with her fingers. "That fucking prick..." The last three words were whispered under her breath.

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Damn, tough chick.

Punk had to get to know this girl. She was pretty bad ass. Got shot in the shoulder and fucking forgot about it! That's insane toughness. Punk whistled through his teeth when he saw the wound on her shoulder. There was blood caked all over it. "Mind if I clean you up a bit? That's a rhetorical question, I'm going to anyways." He said with a smirk to the girl, then turned her around gingerly, avoiding the shoulder. He picked up a wet washcloth that had been placed in bowl on a cart that had been wheeled over by one of the panicking newbies. He softly placed the warm washcloth to her shoulder and began to mop up the blood from the wound.

"Who the hell did you piss off already?" Punk asked with a chuckle. "Usually takes longer for newbs to get shot in here. And longer still to get someone pissed enough to aim for the heart." He finished cleaning the blood from her shoulder, but he couldn't really do anything else since he was no doctor here. He was just an artist. He looked over the girl. Her hair black and pretty awesome, part shaved, part grown out. She had a nose piercing and gages. "Dude, sick gages." He said to the girl, then turned her around once again. "Name's Punk. And you?" He said, nodding toward her, then letting his tongue play with one of his lip piercings as he often did absent mindedly.

Wonder if she's got any tats...

Punk let a grin spread over his face as he thought about that, then rubbed the tattoo on his neck a bit. This girl would be fun t hang with. He wondered if she did anything artistic... "Hey what're you in for anyways?" He asked the girl. "Sorry I'm bombarding you with questions. Just a bit curious, y'know?" He said and gave a slight chuckle, realizing those words had a dirty meaning behind them too. But who of the "dammed" didn't have a dirty mind? He'd have to go find one, just for kicks.

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Trick smiled. Attractive and he does what he wants... Maybe I will get by in this place. She hissed quietly when the water entered her wound, the lack of adrenaline proved to be more painful that she had expected. Then again, she had been shot so... She should have expected a lot more than what she was feeling previously. While studying his face, and perhaps fantasizing a bit, she realized that she had missed a question. Fuck... Pissed off someone? Oh, shit. What was his name...

"Some prick named Tre, I think? And eh, I suppose I'm an attractive target. Can't have this barrel of fun running around, yeh?" She chuckled under her breath, her smile never fading. It only widened when he complimented her appearance. She wasn't conceited, but she did enjoy knowing her look was appreciated. "Thanks Punk-" Trick froze for a moment, her gaze was transfixed on his lip piercing. His tongue toyed with it absentmindedly, causing one of her to eyebrows rise slightly, mouth parted. Damn... Does he have to do that? Focus.

"Sick everything." Trick returned the compliment with the utmost honesty. "I'm Trick, it's a pleasure." She accentuated the last word, eying him with a slightly devious grin. "Let's see, it started when two friends and I beat up the local jerk-off in the the park. Then we ran to this huge red target we spray-painted, and sat in the center. I madeout with Linda, and Jake kinda just groped the both of us while we all flicked off the helicopter." She smirked at his expression. "I wanted to go out with a bang, what can I say?" She shrugged lightly, wincing when she accidentally moved her left arm. "Fuck... Sorry about that. I appreciate the help, though." Trick took advantage of the situation and leaned her head a bit closer to his. Her gaze lowered; focused on what remained of her shoulder.

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Oh, so I'm not the only one thinking dirty, eh?

The bleached blond male chuckled to himself a bit at the thought. He had to admit, this girl was amusing. He'd have to keep her around just for a bit of a laugh. Kinda like Heartless. Well, actually Heartless kept him around for kicks. She coulda kicked him out or killed him or something. But she didn't. "Tre? Damn, I knew he chased tail, but couldn't he give anyone else a shot at you? It's not fair, I want a try." He said and laughed a bit. "But I promise I won't shoot ya. Unless you're into that kinda thing. That'd be kinda kinky though." He said and laughed again. He was having a pretty good time, not really paying attention to the others.

As Punk listened to the girl in front of him speak, he played with his lip ring some more. This girl was painting some pretty pictures in his head. Yeah, he was a romantic, but he was still a man too. Gotta give him a break. "Well then. That is some way to go out with a bang. Makes my whole music and art scandal sound like some pussy way to get kicked out."

He heard her curse and a concerned look immediately came into his eyes and he was alert and ready. "You alright?" He hit his forehead with his palm. "Damn, that was a really stupid question. I wish I could help, but I'm really only good with the artsy stuff.... Where the hell is Eagle when we need him?" He muttered the last part under his breath. "Uhh, just try not to move, Hun." Punk looked around for some way to immoblize her arm and found a roll of tape. "Okay, this ain't gonna feel great to get off, but I'd rather make sure you don't move that arm." He said, then pinned her left arm to her side and began to wrap the tape all around her body over and over until he was sure she wouldn't move.

"Alright, well, that's done." He said, putting the tape down and sitting on the cot next to her,but pulling his feet up on it and facing her. He put his chin on his knuckles and leaned forward a bit. "So you spray painted a target, hm? You into art at all? Any form of it?" He asked, looking into her eyes and studying her features a bit, trying not to be an utter pig. He had his piggish moments, but he tried to limit them. He wasn't just a guy looking for sex out there. He was an artist.

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"It's not fair, I want a try." That settled it. Target acquired... Trick mused in her head, winking slightly when he spoke of his personal unjust. She laughed with him, it was an interesting sensation. Laughing was the last thing she thought she'd be doing in the Providence. As she told the story of how she bought her ticket into the realm of the Damned, Trick paid close attention to his facial expressions. Hell, she almost lost her train of thought when he began playing with his lip ring again. Lip piercings were something Trick had always wanted to invest in, but never had the time. Perhaps she could find someone in this place to do the trick. Until then, she would remain damn content with just watching Punk mess around with his.

The down-to-earth Taurus usually did a considerably good job at keeping her composure, even in the most scandalous of conversations. However, this was not the case with the artist before her. Some color flooded her cheeks when he mentioned kinks. The word alone caused an immediate flash of a delicious image involving the said character. Trick soon calmed herself down, after a bit of effort. Yes, right after getting dumped in some godless place, then getting shot is the perfect time to start thinking about these things. The hell, Trick. The hell. Trick mentally rolled her eyes at herself before noticing Punk's hand on her side. It was holding her arm against her body, wrapping tape around it. Damnit, just when I thought I got those thoughts out of my head.. Her eyes locked on the muscle in his arms, electricity shooting through her where his hand was. This feeling wasn't all sexual, however. It did bloody hurt.

"And you're accusing me of being kinky?" Laughing, Trick made an emphasized jerk left and right-he had certainly done his job well. She didn't know how to react to the bindings-she had never broken her arm so she had never known what a cast felt like. She was sure that it wasn't as awkward as this. Regardless, the freedom fighter was safe, so she didn't worry about being temporarily handicapped.

"I've done a little graffiti here and there, but I've never taken the time to master it. I'd like to think I do my greatest work with my sketches. I definitely can't say I'm an artist, but I do appreciate art quite a bit." She wasn't lying. Most of the art she had seen were tattoo designs, but she still counted it. Plus, she had seen a lot of tattoos. "But enough about me, I want to hear your story. Music and art scandal? Sounds intriguing. Do tell." Trick lifted her right leg so that its ankle was resting on her left knee. With one arm hanging to her side, the other rested an elbow on her right knee. Trick placed her head over her knuckles, mirroring his head to arm position. She did this for two reasons: one to tease him, and the other because it was simply comfortable.

"Yes, the story of 'Punk'. I can see it now." Her eyes flashed with amusement. "Well?" Perking an eyebrow, she waited eagerly for a response. Trick liked stories, and she liked the idea further confirmation that this man was as cool as he seemed. She wasn't too good at keeping many friends, but she could easily see the pair becoming quite close.

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Punk smirked a bit at the girl across from him. "Oh, I'm not accusing. I already know that you're a kink." He said with a laugh. He quite enjoyed this banter, though she was making it quite difficult to not be a complete and utter pig. "You seem to like the bondage I've given you." He said with a small wink. In truth, he had only taped her arm so she wouldn't get hurt, but it was still a nice joke.

"I can train you a bit in the arts, if you'd like. I'm the leader of the arts division here at Code Black." He said, maybe showing off just a little bit. He turned his neck to expose the tattoo there of an open mouth with vines coming out of it. "I designed that puppy right there." He said, and then turned his head to look at her again. "Awh, but my story is so boring compared to your's. You'll probably fall asleep listening to it." Punk watched as Trick mirrored his pose, and he smirked a bit, leaning forward just a bit and whispering. "Me thinks that the trickster is mocking me." He said, then leaned back against the wall, stretching his legs out and resting them on either side of the girl in front of him as his hand went to his lower lip to tug at the ring a bit as he thought.

"Well, I had this girlfriend when I was in the city. She and I were pretty close, so y'know, I started drawing things for her and writing songs for her because, what can I say, I'm a bit of a sap. I did all of that, and I brought her to this underground place where I was teaching an art class on Tuesday's and a music class on Thursdays. I had made sure that it was a place no one else went." Punk paused, sighing sadly, a far away look in his eyes. "Well, it turned out that she was a spy of sorts for the government... shattered my heart a bit." Punk paused and lifted his shirt, exposing a tattoo on his chest of a heart that, if you looked closely, once had letters inside it, but was now covered in inked on cuts and scars and blood. He put his shirt back down after a moment. "Anyways, she dumped me before I knew she was a spy, and then one day, the cops come busting down my door. That's when I figured it out." Punk looked down at his fingernails, cleaning the dirt out from under them as he awaited a response of some sort.

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How right he is...

"Perhaps a bit. Not as much as you enjoyed wrapping it, though." Trick chuckled. She absentmindedly messed with her gauges-one of her eyebrows still perked in a challenging stare. Leader of the arts division? Impressive. Wait, this place has divisions? Shit, I've obviously been misled. Could this place get any better? Hot guys, a working system, a little action here and there. Not bad. Hell of a lot more interesting than the "Perfect" hive. He had offered to instruct her in the arts, and she was more than pleased. A1A: It was more time she could spend having laughs with him. B2B: It was something she had always wanted to do.

"Dude, that looks mad nice. Props." Trick nodded in approval, studying the detail of the tattoo. I wonder if he has any other tattoos... Her focus was brought back to him when he began introducing his story. She truly was interested, and she shrugged off his comment about her falling asleep. When he pointed out her position, she lifted her eyebrow higher for a second.

"Perhaps I am. Not like you're going to do anything about it." Trick mused, not flinching when he put his legs on either side of her. Next the young punk started to fidget with his lip ring again. Shit. Does he realize how distracting that is? Eventually she was able to tear her eyes away from the ring and meet his. She was right, his story was way more interesting than he had given himself credit for. Betrayed by someone that close? Ouch... Trick had a hard time trusting people for the very same reason. She had been betrayed once, and she took time to really trust people since then. That's when her no-strings-attached policy started, something that she still kept up with. But even still, she could feel his pain.

"Damn, that's cold. I'm sorry dude. I can only imagine how that must've stung." Her voice was softer now, she sure wasn't great at talking about emotions, but she gave an effort. He even tattooed her name.. Shit. Poor guy. Normally Trick would have studied a man's body a bit more when he lifted his shirt, but she didn't really pay attention to it when Punk lifted his. He was connecting to her on an emotional level, and she couldn't care less about sex at that moment.

Trick lifted her legs up in between his, resting her shoes on the edge of the cot he was resting on. She left her bandaged arm limp at her left, but she soon repositioned her right arm to rest on her knuckles again. "People suck, what can we do?" Her smile faded into a firm line. She watched him play with his fingernails, she understood his reason for avoiding eye contact. "I mean, I suppose there's revenge, but hey; you already got that. You're here, you can be free to do what you love. That bi-" Trick stopped herself short, she didn't want to offend him. "That chick's just going to lead a meaningless life from the 9 to 5 everyday. She'll be suppressing everything that could bring her joy, and she'll have to live with the fact that she missed out on a hell of a guy." Trick nudged his leg with her foot, brightening her expression and attempting to get him to smile again. "Plus, it's a win for me. I get an awesome art teacher now. Speaking of which, where is your art shrine?" Trick joked, she didn't want him to dwell on bad feelings, and she had at least one good arm-she must be able to do something.

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Shit... it still hurts...

There was a burning in his chest, and Punk began to scratch at his heart a bit, leaning his head against the wall. "Thing is... I... she was the only girl that I was... y'know, with." Punk sighed and looked at Trick as she kept trying to cheer him up. It just wasn't gonna work right now. His chest was a bit tight right now, still burning like he had just ate a bag of salt. "She's still the only thing tthat inspires my work, y'know." He scoffed at himself. "Just a little pathetic, I know. Only things I draw, paint, or sculpt or anything like that is something to do with the way she made me feel or how I feel now. Or music. And then my music is all dark or reminiscent now."

He sighed once again and looked at the girl across from him, studying her features, trying to see how much exactly he could trust her. His "shrine" of art held his most private pieces. He didn't teach iin there. But then he remembered about her shoulder, so it wasn't like they could go there anyways. His ice blue eyes were still thinking when Eagle came over. "Alright, what have we got here?" He asked. Punk turned his gaze to Eagle. "Her name's Trick. She got shot in the shoulder. She'll need it to be stitched up." Eagle turned to the girl and looked at her shoulder. "Yepp. You got pretty lucky it didn't hit anything else." He said to her. Punk turned to Trick. "This is Eagle. He's the lead healer here. He'll patch up your shoulder in no time. He's trustworthy." He said with a small smirk. "Ready for me to fix you up?" Eagle asked Trick, waiting for yer answer.

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Shit, this kid is messed up. I'd like to have a few words with that fucking bitch... He poured his heart out to her and she could just turn off her emotions like that? How could some be so vile... Sure, be a spy and ship him here, fine. But take his virginity along with it? Who the fuck does she think she is? Trick was so lost in her own emotions that she didn't react quickly when he called himself pathetic. She had only caught it after he was talking about his music.

"Punk, listen." Her back straightened, and she laid a hand on his leg that was positioned to her right. "You're not pathetic. And that doesn't mean that you won't find another muse. You just have to-" Suddenly another person made his way over to the pair. "What have we got here?" Trick turned around slowly-it was more difficult when half of your body was covered in tape. The boy had a scraggly and rough look to him. He was nicely built, but he didn't compare much to Punk at all.

"He's trustworthy." Punk said, smirking. With all due respect Punk, I'll have to decide that for myself... Trick looked up at Eagle again, nodding twice. "Yeah. I'm supposing it will hurt like a bitch, no?" As tough as she acted, she wasn't a huge fan of pain. Her eyes flashed briefly with worry, but she did her best to mask it.

"Patch me up, doc. That is, if you can get this tape off of me first."

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"Heartless, I'm-" He knew his partner too well, and she shoved him onto another cot. But the boy was just as stubborn and sat up with a defiant grin. "I can walk, Heartless. We can head to HQ." Poet more than overheard the conversation. He remembered when Heartless brought Punk in, and they heard his story when the boy finally opened up. Poet leaned in to Punk, whispering in his ear. "Eagle's on a run, but Bluebird can check on Trick's wound. Stay safe, Punk." Poet let his voice tell the boy the double meaning. With a salute to Punk, Heartless wrapped her arm under his armpit and helped him out of the theatre. "Damnit, Heartless, you bitch." Her punch to his gut was deserved but still hurt; he even coughed up blood. The look she gave him was worse than the punch. "You cannot sacrifice your health for looking tough for the Newbs. You'll be limping for days, and Tre has you on a permanent hit list. Eagle will need weeks of reconcile drugs, which could have gone to our druggies, to make Tre civil. We're going to have to drain Belle, and rid our library for Sp-"

"We will not!" He yelled with a step away. The pain that shot through his leg caused him to tumbled into the alley nearby. Heartless was by his side in minutes. "We can't, Heartless." Poet whimpered. Poet didn't have a problem with Spark, she was honestly a badass who even the cops feared, he hated the Damned.

Bad memories were something Heartless knew well. She just locked them in the back of her head when she saved Poet. "I'm sure she won't mind leaving Damned for a drug deal as big as we do. These druggies we have can help us break down the wall." By the time they started talking again, Glass was tending to the bullet wound, as the temporal medic while Eagle was with Trick and Bluebird was busy, and she looked over at Heartless.

"I got that covered."

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"Lieutenant, send Mouse out to see Miss Spark." Merely a boy, the boy called Mouse, looked up from the corner. Ceasar Kennedy was hardly threatening, except for his hard, squinted eyes. Lieutenant yanked the boy towards their grotesque, sharp-chined Chief. "Mouse, this girl is hard. She could break your wrist in a heartbeat. Get her on your side, and if you come back without what we need, I wouldn't expect a warm welome." Mouse gulped very harshly. The Chief gave him a devilish grin and they shoved him back on the street, where they found him in the first place.

Mouse was one of the hundreds of kids who were born Providence citizens. The children who don't exist in the Cities. They took him in when they saw him viciously tear at some girl who was half dead when he was done. With a half-full stomach and rationalized mind, Mouse doesn't have it in him to do it again. But there he was, walking to Damned with a knife in his pocket and orders to get drugs. It was obvious that was all they used her for.

He heard rumors that she had a wonderful library, full of wonderful authors like Socrates and Plato, Shakespeare and Virgil. Mouse's mother had a copy of Twelfth Night, that he always carried in his trench coat. It was the only thing that reminded him where he was from. Then he found himself in front of Damned. The doors were closed, and he had time to create the look he needed to get on her good side. From his boot came a small dagger. He hid his trench coat in the the deep recesses of a hole in the nearby alley, and placed the boxes over it. The dagger was one of the most common found in Providence. It was easy to slice a few wounds and tell them s9omeone shanked you. It was going to hurt pretty fucking bad. He shanked himself, let the blood pour, and dragged himself inside the club. "C-can somebody help, please?" Mouse whimpered, stumbling to the floor. Looking at the table leg, he couldn't help but feel the guilt of his good acting.

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Rose, or as she was known as in Code Black, Bullet, sat on Poet's rooftop. In her hand was a picture of her mother. She wanted to be with her mother, back in the city, fatherless but blissful. In her other hand was a pistol. She wanted to believe that if she shot herself no one would know what it was until Poet went to bed. But she knew differently. All of the leaders know the direction of a shot, and the HQ's direction. With a scream, Bullet hurtled towards the edge but stopped just short of the edge. She threw the gun down and watched it smash into the road below. A couple of people checked the source of the noise. All she did was sit on the edge of the building, feet dangling over the pavement. No one in Providence cared. People survived, and don't survive. Suicides went to body bag, and new Providencers came in. Providence was bigger than all of the Cities, half a million big. Bullet would be replaced in the Cities's mind, but she knew just as well that some in Code Black would be forlorn, funereal.

She turned over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening. It was Poet. "Rosie." He limped over to her, and she couldn't help but touch the wound gently. It still hurt him. He crouched down and sat beside, four feet dangling off the edge. There was a song, from the Days of America, that they both knew well. "Wrap up your questions, keep them down. Let the water lead us home, and I was sorry for what I’d done, when you were young, I was not old. But our story was not told, but torn apart by greedy hands."



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Punk had watched Trick as she talked, his eyes hardened. He had already given up on loving again. He had given up on finding another muse. Anything that happened in the future would simply be harmless flirting and attraction. He wasn't even sure if he could ever be... with another woman again. He sure as hell wasn't about to try. When Poet whispered in his ear, Punk frowned slightly. He had forgotten everyone else could hear him. Punk wasn't one for drugs, but damn he could use a drink right about now. Punk sat silently the rest of the time, simply watching.

Eagle chuckled at Trick's response to him. "Well, it ain't gonna tickle, sugar." He said to her, already working with a pair of scissors to cut the tape off. "I've gotten much worse things off people. Tape should be nothing." He said to her. "Alright, you'll want to lay down and relax." When Eagle said that, Punk turned his body so that his legs were hanging off the cot but he was still sitting on it. Eagle looked questioningly at him. "Well, we want to keep the paid meds reserved for the druggies, don't we? At least this way she'll be a little more comfortable and can inflict pain on me to defer her own." He said with a small smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. He gently pulled Trick so that her chin was on one leg and her chest was on the other, and he put one arm around the small of her back in case he needed to restrain her. The other hand slipped into one of her own. "Don't be afraid to pet me know hhow much it hurts." He said with a small smile to her.

Eagle watched all of this as he got his needle and thread ready, sterilizing everything. He cleaned the wound with alcohol, knowing it would sting a bit, but it was better than letting her get an infection. He cut the back of Trick's shirt down the middle. "What are you doing?!" Punk protested. "Well, we have to have a wide enough area for me to work and after I stitch her up I have to put a bandage on her. Easier to do when I have skin to tape the bandage to." He said, and then began to do his work, the needle pushing through her skin and beginning to close the wound. Eagle kept working until the job was done, a total of 13 stitches in her shoulder. He put some cream on it so it wouldn't get infected and put the bandage on the area. "Okay, you're done." He said and went on his rounds, heading off to find Poet to help him out.

Punk leaned down to talk into Trick's ear, knowing she had to still be in pain. "Do you want to rest here for a little, or do you want to find a room and get a new shirt now?"

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"Well it ain't gonna tickle, sugar." What an understatement... Trick shuddered. This is going to suck ass. Punk repositioned himself so she could lay over him, and she definitely appreciated him comforting her. Fingers laced with hers and she froze for a moment, the gesture was unexpected. His hands were coarse and toned; no doubt due to hours of practicing his art. After a few moments without moving, she finally tightened her fingers over his hand. "Don't be afraid to let me know how much it hurts."

"I'll hold you to that..." She mumbled, exhaling slowly in an attempt to steady her breathing. Alcohol was applied to her wound, and she tightened her grip on Punk's hand slightly, clenching her teeth together. A quiet hiss was released from her, she refused to let herself make any other noise. Even during surgery she refused to appear weak. The next feeling was nicer-a rush of air traveled over her back. Trick focused on the breeze instead of the pain, and she was absolutely grateful for it.

"It's alright, the breeze is nice. I will have to punch you later for ruining my shirt, but at least I still have my jacket over there. If you ruined that, I would be really pissed." Trick silently thanked whoever was listening that she hadn't worn an embarrassing bra. It wasn't anything special either, the straps visible to the two guys were just black lace. Still, she found herself again being grateful. Along her lower back one of her tattoos was now visible. It was to her right side-she remembered receiving it all too well. It's tail came just over her right shoulder, and it stood boldly against her pale skin. Trick began reminiscing to when she got the fossil done. It was just befo-Pain. The needle made its way through her flesh and it was like nothing she had felt before. She imagined it slicing through her nerve endings. Every time it pierced her shoulder she counted. Trick's eyes clenched just as tightly as she was squeezing Punk's hand, and her back arched inward. She felt the pressure of his other hand against her back-covering her other tattoo.

"Fuck..." She groaned, gritting her teeth. Thank goodness Eagle knew what he was doing. The procedure was over after a few moments, and the stabbing stopped. Cream was rubbed over her shoulder-it cooled the area of the hot pain she had just experienced. "Do you want to rest here for a little, or do you want to find a room and get a new shirt now?" Punk breathed in her ear. The patient hadn't even realized that Eagle had left them. Her breathing was ragged, and she finally noticed that she was her knuckles were white from squeezing Punk's hand. After a bit of silence, she nodded.

"Yeh, let's do that..." Trick slowly found her way to her feet-using Punk to steady her movements. She held her arms close to her body-she didn't want her shirt revealing anymore of her. "So, where is this place..?" Her voice was soft, she was still a bit dizzy from the recent events. Trick swayed a bit, almost teetering back onto the cot before she caught Punk's arm, taking advantage of his balance.

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Damn, that was a strong grip.

Punk helped Trick stay standing, frowning a bit. "I really wish you would rest at least a little." He sighed and guided her hand to the cot so she would stay upright, then he pulled his own shirt over his head and gently guided it over Trick's head. He let it hang over her for a moment, then tugged at the scrap of fabric from her shirt and the front of her shirt came out from under the shirt he placed on her. With his shirt off, it revealed a tattoo on his right side, his left arm, and his back. It also revealed many scars, on his wrists, stomach, and one right above his heart, long enough to be from a knife. There were also plenty of circular burn marks along his stomach and arms. Punk put his hand through the right arm hole of the shirt and guided Trick's arm through it, then went to the other side and ever so gently and slowly he pulled the left arm through the left arm hole without jostling her shoulder too much.

"Alright, did anyone tell you who you're rooming with?" Punk asked, pulling Trick's right arm over his shoulders and wrapping his arm around her waist, gently guiding her toward the area of the rooms. He had grabbed her jacket and was carrying it in his other hand as he walked along with her. If only I didn't already have a roommate... Punk thought to himself, but he immediately dismissed the thought. He was grateful that Heartless had taken him in and let him room with her. And he hardly knew Trick. He needed to stop this kind of thought now. He knew that he was irreparable, so why would he even begin to start to lead Trick to think that he could do any sort of relationship other than friends? Well, he thought he was irreparable.

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"I really wish you would rest at least a little."

Thank the gods he said that... Trick sighed with him, pleased that she wouldn't have to force herself to move just yet. Still feeling a bit faint, she merely observed when he redressed her. Punk slid the fabric of his shirt over his chest and arms, revealing scars from stories she had yet to hear. Him too, eh? Next she studied his tattoos, remaining silent through the entire process. He's definitely an arts kid... A wolf? Interesting. The same fabric was placed over her head, and she slowly inhaled his scent. It was instantly calming, and she smiled-eyes closed for a few seconds. Trick felt like a doll as he dressed her; her shirt fell loosely to the ground just before he gently placed her arms through his own shirt.

"I... I didn't realize I'd be staying here that long." Trick made a mental note to thank Poet for deciding to take her in. An arm slid under hers and held her waist, steadying her as they traveled through the building. If she could have her way, she'd stay with him. Though she appreciated Eagle's work, she had yet to connect with him like she had Punk. It was hard for her to trust people enough to consider them friends, let alone be secure enough to sleep-completely defenseless-in the same room as someone.

"Where are you staying? I mean, I don't have to room with you of course, it'd be nice if you were close by though. I'm not really looking forward to sleeping by someone who I've never met or talked to." Her face fell, and she avoided eye contact with Punk. She didn't know why she was suddenly so bashful, she hadn't acted this way when they had first met. Maybe it's because you actually like this kid. A voice in her mind teased. Fuck off, no I don't. He's hot, yeah. Doesn't mean I like him. The other side argued back. Then why are you blushing? Trick shook herself of the thoughts.

Clearing her throat, she continued. "Could you like, stay with me? At least for tonight? I'm a bit shaken up and I don't know, you seem trustworthy." Plus, I want to know about those... Her eyes focused on the scars all over his body. Trick definitely had ones to match. "Don't think you have to though, I don't want to bother you." She continued to focus anywhere but on his face. Trick couldn't bear seeming so weak.

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Punk felt his heart sink a bit as he heard that she hadn't planned on staying very long. He put up some walls a bit more around his heart, trying not to be hurt. He tried to hide the disappointment in his blue eyes. "Yeah, well, as soon as you're all fixed up you're free to go. We don't force people to stay with us." He said to her in a bit of a guarded tone. If she wasn't gonna stay, he wasn't gonna get attatched. He kept leading the girl down the halls, getting closer to the rooms that pretty much everyone shared. "I room with Heartless. She brought me here when I first got here." He thought a moment, trying to figure out who didn't have a sleeping partner as of now. "Uh. Well, I think Corner isn't rooming with anyone. He's the weapon expert of the Code Black. Let's just say that you'd be pretty safe with him around."

Did... did she just ask that?

Punk was shocked to say the least when he heard Trick ask him to stay with her for the night. "Uh, I can ask Corner to switch rooms with me for the night, sure. We'll have to make all the arrangements with Heartless and Corner though." He stammered slightly. How long had it been since a girl actually asked to share a bed with him? Not since... no, he wouldn't think of that. Not now. She was gone. She wouldn't ruin any more of his life.

After a few moments of shuffling down the hall, they arrived at the door of Corner's room. Punk opened the door and guided Trick in, and Corner looked up from cleaning a large rifle. "Hey Punk. What's this?" He asked in a bit of surprise, watching as Punk eased Trick into a chair. "This is Trick. She's new here, but not sure of she's staying. She's rooming with you for now. But hey, could you and I switch rooms for tonight? She's not too comfortable here yet." Corner shrugged, putting his gun back together after finishing cleaning his gun. "Sure. Have to run it by Heartless first, though." Punk nodded, making his way to the door. "Yeah, i know. That was my next stop. Keep her company while I talk to Heartless." And with that, Punk was out the door and Corner was left with Trick.

"Well, Trick, seems we'll be stuck together for a little bit." He smirked to her as he finished putting the gun together. "I have a couple rules. Don't touch my guns. And you steal anything, I will not hesitate to find a suitable punishment." He said to the girl, not trying to scare her, but wanting to be firm about his rules. "So, what got you here, and why exactly is Punk shirtless?" Corner raised his brow a bit. "You work fast on him or something?" He asked in a suggestive tone with a laugh.

Meanwhile, Punk had made it the room that he and Heartless shared two doors down from Corner's room. He opened the door and peeked his head in to see if Heartless was in there. She was, sitting at the small table and writing on some piece of paper. "Hey, Heartless?" Punk asked in a soft tone. "What's up Punk?" She asked, turning to face him. Punk gave a devious grin to her. "The ceiling. The sky. C'mon, you should know that." He said with a chuckle. "Alright smartass, what do you want?" She asked with a slight roll of her eyes. "Trick doesn't want to sleep in the same room with someone she's never talked to before. She wants me to room with her for tonight. Would you mind if Corner and I switched rooms for tonight?" Heartless waved Punk off dismissively. "Yeah. Yeah, go ahead." She said to him. Punk said his thanks and left the room.

He walked back to the room and opened the door. "All systems are a go." He said to Corner."Now get out." He gave Corner a small smirk."You've probably scared her enough already." Corner gave a loud laugh and stood up. "Nice talking to ya, Trick." he said and left the room. Punk plopped himself onto the bed with an exaggerated sigh and covered his eyes with one arm. "So much work for one little girl." He said with a laugh.

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If Trick's words had any effect on Punk, she didn't notice. She was still avoiding eye contact, she couldn't bear rejection, let alone if she was looking at him when he did it. Punk had taken her statement the wrong way. "Yeah, well, as soon as you're all fixed up you're free to go. We don't force people to stay with us." Trick noticed Punk's tone of voice shift. What was once comforting now held a certain extent of hostility. No! That's not what I meant! Trick had to let him know. Smooth move, asshole.

"No, I meant that I didn't think you guys would take me-" Her words were cut short when Punk began rehearsing her on the rooming arrangements. Trick decided she would just have to deal with that later. He's staying with someone named Heartless? Wait, that someone is a she? Great. The semi-hurt teen was led into another room, occupied by a boy with an up-do tending to a... gun? Jeeze, does everyone have guns here?

"Hey Punk, what's this?" Any hurt plastered on Trick's face immediately vanquished. She raised one of her eyebrows challengingly, and was about to make a sarcastic retort about being referred to as an "it"-but Punk stepped in and explained the situation. It was probably better that he did, Trick doubted that her comment would have made a great first impression. After a few moments she was left alone with the weapons-master, and she was a bit intimidated. He laid down a few rules which she would make a point to follow-she hated it when people touched her shit, so she wouldn't touch his.

"So, what got you here, and why exactly is Punk shirtless? You work fast on him or something?" Trick couldn't hide the cocky smirk that emerged on her face. She shook her head, chuckling under her breath . "I'm sorry to disappoint your imagination, but he just gave me his shirt because mine was sliced open." Trick shrugged. "Can't say I'll be giving it back anytime soon, though. Does that make you happy?" She winked playfully, just before Punk entered the room again. She nodded once at Corner as he left.

"Psht, I'd like to think I'm at least worth walking a few feet here and there." Trick crossed one of her arms, it was all she could really do. "I'm not that terrible, am I?" She re situated herself so she was sitting cross-legged, facing him. His shirt hung loosely over her chest, and she instinctively put her arms wrist-down over the rips in her pants.

"What happened there?" Trick nodded towards his scars, and tried to catch his eyes with hers. She sucked at talking about her emotions and past, but she was prepared in case Punk wanted her to spill in return. A mutual-trust agreement, almost. Trick's right arm lifted and tentatively reached towards him to trace a scar, but she hesitated and pulled it back, clenching her fist and returning it to its placement on her leg.

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Punk sighed a bit to himself. "Well, when you've been up since the ass crack of dawn to help out with the hunting, anything seems like a lot of maintenance." He said to her. "But I've dealt with worse." Punk let out a yawn and stretched a bit, pointing his toes and stretching his arms over his head, his eyes shut tight as joints popped and his body elongated. After a few seconds of this, he relaxed and placed his arm back over his eyes, obscuring his vision once again. He was relaxing a bit after the half of the day that he had been through. Though, in truth, this day really wasn't all that busy. He really had seen worse days.

"Whatcha talkin' bout, Willis?" Punk asked when Trick asked him a question. In truth, he knew what she was talking about, but he was playing dumb a little bit to half tease her. He removed his arm from his eyes and looked up at the ceiling for a bit. After a few moments of silence he looked down to his mutilated chest and arms and took a breath to begin his story. It would be a long one.

"Well, you know how it is in the city. Everyone uptight and following strictly by the rules. Well, when I began to show that I had a bit of artistic tendancies... well, my parents tried to correct it." Punk began to touch the circular burns along his arms, scars from the past when his parents tried to fix him. "Obviously, none of that worked. They raised me, kicked me out when they could, and disowned me. Haven't seen them since my 16th birthday, when they signed the consent forms for me to live on my own." He finished that part of the story and his finger moved to trace the white and upraised scars on his wrists. "And when Clara left me... well, you could imagine how fucked up I was. So, I took up a nice little hobby there." He laughed bitterly. "Even went back and hurt myself the way my parents did." He said, moving his fingers to the burns along his stomach. He finally moved his finger to the longer, deeper scar above his heart. "And this is where I tried to end it all... missed my heart. The knife wasn't long enough, it turns out."

Punk shut his eyes, his hand turning to a fist on his chest, his knuckles white. "Where the hell is the booze?" He muttered to himself, getting up and rummaging around the room. He found a bottle of vodka half finished under the bed, then laid back down and took a swig of it, letting the alcohol burn his throat.

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Those are from his parents?

For once in her life, Trick found herself completely speechless. Her parents were fuck-ups and complete failures as well, but they didn't torture her. That was beyond even her imagination. The young punk's eyes softened as she listened to his tale of his childhood, or lack thereof. He went through all of that for his art? Forget passion, that's an obsession. How could he manage that? She felt like she was having a bad dream. Trick was sick to her stomach, and as much as she wanted to comfort Punk, she didn't know how.

"Hey, you're not the only one." Trick sat up, lifting the front of her shirt. Her body appeared to be horribly mistreated with some form of sharp object. After a few moments she shoved the fabric back down over her stomach; even after he had opened up to her she found it hard to talk to anyone about her addiction to self-mutilation.

Punk grabbed a bottle of alcohol and she sighed. That was all she was going to get out of him for now. "I'm sorry... I have this terrible habit of ruining your mood. I'm sorry I asked." Trick cleared her throat, she wasn't used to talking like this. "I'm not good at this but-" The teen extended her arm and laid it softly on his shoulder. She squeezed it briefly before patting it twice-Trick was horribly awkward. "Uhm, well, why don't we talk about something else?" A half-smile appeared on her face, desperately attempting to bring back the fun-loving Punk she was talking to before.

"Is he going to flog me if I ask for a swig of that? It'll look like I'm taking advantage of you if you're the only one intoxicated. Who knows the horrible things I could do?" Trick wiggled her fingers at him and elbowed him teasingly.

Smooth move, asshole. She repeated in her head. She still felt a terrible pang of guilt for upsetting him.

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Punk had just been about to respond when he heard gun shots and shouts coming from upstairs and downstairs. "What in the fuck?" He said, jumping off the bed and smashing the bottle of vodka against the night stand, holding the shattered glass by the neck of the bottle in case he needed a weapon. Punk ran out of the room, adrenaline pumping through his veins, forgetting all about his past, all about the conversation he had just been having, and focused on one thing. The safety of the entire Code Black.

By the time Punk made it to the scene, it was too late. Everything had already happened. The shots had been fired, the injuries already occurred, and those who died were already dead. The first thing that went through his mind was the safety of Heartless. He could see that Eagle and Bluebird were already helping each other out, and he had no idea where Bullet, Heartless, or Poet were. The first place he figured he would check was the roof. It was there that he found Tre's dead body, Rosie lying limp on the ground, and Heartless sobbing over her. Punk ran to Heartless immediately and took her into his arms, cradling her into his lap and holding her head against his chest as he rocked back and forth. "Hun, it'll be okay. We're gonna fix everything, okay? We'll fix Rosie up, we'll get Eagle and Bluebird all patched up. We'll fix everything, and it'll be back to the way it was. You have to calm down though. You have to calm down." Punk continued to cradle the girl in his lap, holding her close and murmuring comforting words into her ear. His hands gently rubbed her back as he tried to comfort his dear friend.

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Gunshots and screaming had interrupted the Punk's response to Trick's question. Trick and Punk jumped to their feet instantly, with Trick reaching for her knife and Punk smashing the bottle for a weapon. Punk dashed out of the room, with Trick (a bit slower due to her condition) right behind him. They darted down hallways and up stairs until the pair reached a bloody scene. Chaos seemed to be everywhere. Trick's eyes scanned the area, only recognizing Heartless. The previously stoic girl was leaning over another crumpled body. Heartless was in tears, cradling the bloody girl to her chest. Trick was still trying to properly assess the situation. What the hell even happened here? Punk darted towards Heartless, holding her against him and cooing into her ear. Trick froze for a moment, but decided to save that thought for later. The next thing that caught her attention was a car alarm, and metal hitting the pavement. Trick ran to the edge of the building's roof. The image below her stopped her in her tracks. Poet was laying on the ground-not moving. The shattered window of the car clued Trick to what had happened.

"POET!" Trick screamed. She was two stories up-she couldn't just jump down in her current state. She'd tear her stitches open, at the very least. Without another thought, Trick darted back down the stairs she had just so recently come up. Reaching the first floor, Trick had no idea which way to go. After running down and around a couple hallways frantically, Trick finally found the area Poet had taken her to in the first place. She burst back into the light of the outside, her eyes only resting on a single area for a millisecond as she searched for Poet. The color of the car caught Trick's attention in the corner of her eye. She dashed towards it, ignoring the pain in her shoulder from all the movement. When she finally reached Poet, her worst fears were confirmed. He still wasn't moving, and there was blood.. So much blood.

"Poet?! Can you hear me?" Trick didn't know where she could touch him. His entire body was battered and broken, and he was facing down, as if he had just crawled out of the car. Slowly flipping him over, Trick placed his head in her lap. She desperately stroked the hair out of his face, wiping the blood off as well. "Poet..." Trick's voice cracked. She wasn't one to show much emotion, but she couldn't help it while looking down on him. He had just saved her life, and she hadn't been there to save his. His breathing was ragged, and Trick couldn't tell if he was coughing up blood, or if the blood was from another source.

Trick grabbed the black bandana from her side and began wiping more of the blood away, continuing to whisper things to her fallen savior. "Please, keep your eyes open. Can you hear me? Do you understand anything I'm saying?" At that moment, Trick vowed to take revenge on anyone who had a part in what happened to him.

Come on Poet. I'm not losing you.

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He had finally calmed her down enough to get her to think rationally and make decisions. That was good, be wise Punk didn't have a fucking clue when it came down to leading and making important decisions. That's why he was always glad that he had Heartless around in the first place. She easily handled all that tougher shit, and Punk was around to write the theme song for it or something. Okay, so now wasn't a good time for humor, but he needed at least one positive thought in his head so he didn't break the fuck down. "That bastard is dead now, Heartless. He got what was coming for him. Don't worry about that right now." He said to the girl's first statement. Honestly, Punk wished he could have tortured the sick fuck who had caused all this chaos and made his closest friend, his savior, who never shed a tear, cry. But it was too late for that now. His dead body was already there, his soul gone from it.

When Heartless recited the directions from her memory, Punk nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks. The Code Black needed to see all of their leaders strong right now. Or as strong as they could be. Punk eased Heartless off his lap, then he rose to his feet, taking her with him. "Alright. I'll carry her there. But we all need you right now, Heartless. We have to pick up the pieces together. We can fix all of this, I know that we can. We've done it before. We can do it again. But we need everyone to pitch in. Think you can be strong enough to do that for a while?" When he saw her nod, he gave her a small smile. "Good. I'll take care of Rosie, Hun. Don't worry about her." With that, Punk turned to Rosie's limp and bleeding body and picked her up, taking her down the stairs and out the door.

As he was walking, he saw Trick huddled by Poet, who was hurt badly as well. Shit. He thought to himself. He was already carrying one person, and Trick wouldn't be able to carry Poet on her own when she was fully healed, let alone with a bullet wound. "Heartless!" He yelled from the street. After a few moments, his friend came out of the building. "What is it?" "Help Trick carry Poet to Lauren's place too. He'll need all the help he can get." He said in a grave voice, then continued to walk down the street to Lauren's house.

After a few moments, he stood in front of the building that Heartless said was Lauren's place. He walked up and kicked the door with his foot a few times. It hardly opened and an eye peered out at him between the crack of tthe doorframe and door. "What do you want?" A voice said behind the door. "I'm looking for Alias, Balance Case." He repeated to the voice, not knowing exactly what ot all meant. But, he was let into the building. He had no idea what would happen now...

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Echo headed straight into the building, wanting to find either medical supplies or someone that knew where she could find some. She then heard Rouge yell "Echo! Wait!!" she then heard the faint sound of someone running then felt her wrist being grabbed and she was being turned around to face Rouge.

"Echo, are you crazy? I understand that you want to help them but... my god that was a mess. We don't know who those guys are or why they're in such a messed up place. One of them fell off of a roof for goodness sake!"

She laughed and shook her head "I may be crazy, haven't figured that out yet. But I can't just walk away from this, my mother taught me aome medical stuff so I need to help," she then pulled her wrist from Rouge and turned around and yelled "Anyone here? We need help!" she was about to walk forward but heard Rouge say something else.

"If we go back and they're trying to kill us I'm blaming you. I don't know what Providence is like, but from what I hear it's like war."

This made Echo turn around, a serious look on her face "Look, if I get killed I will know I dis everything I could to save that guy. I am no longer going to run from things, last time that happened my girlfriend got killed. If you don't want to help you dont have to but I am going to do everything that I can".

She then turned around once more and headed down a hallway and yelled "Anyone here? We need help, there is a guy that needs medical help. Anyone?" she looked around, opening doors trying to find help or medical supplies, she wished the guy back there would of told here where to go. She wished she could stop shaking and that her pounding headache would go away but the withdrawels were getting worse but she couldn't stop till she helped that guys.

She then heard a noise and looked around the corner to see a guy carrying a girl out and another girl following him. She went after them and heard what they said, she watched as the guy carried the girl off and she went out and lookedbat the person called Heartless "Hey I wouldn't move his body that much. I can help him I just need some medical supplies and blood because hes lost a lot, im new here but my mom taught me some medical training."

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"The rescued always become saviors, Trick, and they save the ones they care about." Trick leaned her head into his hand against her cheek. Her own eyes were strained with pain, physical and emotional, and they went back and forth to each of his eyes searchingly. He continued to cough up blood, angling himself so it would just barely miss her. He shouldn't be moving. I don't care about the blood, Poet. Just don't strain yourself... Trick thought to herself. Punk burst out of the building, his eyes falling over the pair on the pavement. Poet attempted to sit up, and Trick aided his movements with a gentle but firm hand on his back. He then put his head in his hands, and Trick winced. She could only imagine the pain he was experiencing. Heartless came over to Trick, attempting to get Poet on his feet. Trick knew that Poet needed to get medical attention, but she didn't want him moving all the same. She especially didn't want help moving him from Heartless. Old habits die hard. Trick was always an extremely jealous person, to the point where many would consider her "just being ridiculous". Not in Trick's mind, however. She had reasons to explain why she was always so cautious.

The mangled group made their way to another building. Punk had said something to whoever was through the door, but Trick was only paying attention to Poet, and didn't catch any specific words. The boy was obviously focused on his pain; pain that was racketed through his body every time he coughed up blood. "Set the injured on the tables in the back. You know where you're going, Heartless." Heartless led the way to the back table, and Trick wondered briefly who these people were, and how Heartless knew them. Then again, she decided it didn't matter right now. All that mattered was making sure that Poet was alright.

"Heartless, take your friends and Lauren out of here, now." Trick froze. She was standing next to Poet, and absolutely no part of her wanted to leave him. "I'm not leaving." Trick growled. She didn't know who these people were, and she sure as hell wasn't going to drop Poet with them and take off. Trick's hand was still clasped tightly around his hand, and she stepped closer to him after the woman instructed her to leave. It was then that Poet make a weak noise; undoubtedly due to the lack of air reaching his lungs from all the blood clogging his throat. Trick had a serious decision to make: she couldn't stall his treatment any more with her stubbornness. Kneeling down beside him, the girl kissed the back of the his hand that she was still holding. Her other arm stroked more hair out of his face, and she blew cold air over him.

"I'll be right outside. I promise." Trick took her black bandana and used it to slowly replace her hand in his. Once Poet was clutching the material, Trick cupped his hand with both of hers, squeezing it for a moment before laying his arm back down. She turned and with only a single glance back, walked out the door. She stayed true to her word however, and she sank down against the wall just beside the door. After a few hours of silent contemplation with her head in her hands, Alias opened the door. "Help me get Poet to the infirmary." She ordered, and Trick jumped up immediately. She didn't even notice that the woman hadn't said anything about the other girl's condition, her mind was still focused on the boy who had saved her life. "Once they recover, you are out of here." She didn't have to tell Trick twice. Trick started for the entrance but stopped, her eyes flashing back and forth between Punk and Heartless.

"Well?! What are you waiting for?!" The urgency was evident in the girl's voice. Though the surgery had only lasted a few hours, it had felt like days to Trick. She had tormented herself with hundreds of thoughts on how the surgery could go wrong, and no she was absolutely restless. "Either move, or I will get him myself." Trick threatened through gritted teeth.

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Punk had listened to everything he had been told to do, putting Rose down on the bed, gently brushing her hair back and kissing her forehead before stepping back. He knew he had no right to get in the way, but when he saw Heartless get slapped by Alias, he almost lost it. He wasn't close enough to hear what was being said between the two, so he didn't know if the slap was deserved or not. It didn't change the rage he felt at seeing his friend being hit. Not only that, but she kept just glaring at Poet, like he did something wrong. He was injured here, and this old bitch was still being rude. It only fed into the anger he felt. When they were told to leave the room, he obliged, before he ended up punching the woman who was supposed to be helping.

Thing is, his anger was also due to irrational jealousy. He could see how attatched Trick seemed to be to Poet, how she clung to him. She was getting cozier to him than she had even begun to do with Punk, and she and Punk had a whole conversation. He had fucking opened up to her! And here she was, throwing herselg all over a guy she hardly knew. Fuck her. If she wanted someone to sleep with, she'd be sleeping with Corner then. Punk wasn't going to deal with this kind of bullshit. He wasn't about to get burned again.

When they had all made it out there, Punk turned to Heartless, gingerly touching the red mark on her face. "Are you alright, Hun?" Heartless pushed his hand away, turning from him. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Punk wasn't buying it, he would let the subject drop. He finally relaxed a little bit since the attack happened, waiting for them to come back out to bring Poet and Rosie back. After about anan hour, the hateful old hag came back glaring at Heartless, saying to get Poet to the infirmary. Just the sight of her flared his anger once again. Then, there was Trick, dashing to be at Poet's side once again. And when he and Heartless didn't jump right up like she did, she had the audacity to snap at them.

Heartless wasn't happy abouts it either. "Listen to me, bitch- She began, taking one step toward Trick. Punk grabbed her around the waist and stepped between the two girls. He turned to Heartless for a second. "Let me handle this." Before she could protest, Punk turned back to Trick, his rage finally spilling out of him. "Listen to me, Trick." He said through gritted teeth, his tone dripping with acid. His ice blue eyes were cold and hard as steel. "You've been here for one day. You have absolutely no right to be ordering anyone around. You aren't even sure you're staying, last I heard! So you want to start making demands already? Well too fucking bad for you. You have to earn the respect that you are demanding right now. And you want to act like you're suddenly so close with Poet? Yeah, he saved your life. But guess what, Heartless here has known him since before the Code Black was around. So shut the fuck up with your distraught act. Maybe we don't look so concerned, but guess what? It's called a fucking mask, a wall. So don't say shit to me or her about anything."

With that, Punk shoved past Trick and guided Heartless to where Poet was, and together, they all moved him carefully to the infirmary. Punk looked to Alias, still not in a good mood. "What about Rosie?"