{open} He's back

[Tyler Haze]

Tyler couldn't remember ever feeling this depressed. He couldn't remember the last time he had almost no energy to do anything. He couldn't remember the last time he'd let himself get like this. Honestly, he couldn't remember because it had never happened. When Jacob died, it hit him hard, but he reacted with violence and rebellion. When Alessandra died, he reacted with depression. He knew what his problem was...he hadn't had even so much as a drop of alcohol in the past five months. Yeah, way to quit, he was doing great! Ha...yeah right. He gave up on that, he didn't have any reason to fix things up anymore now that she was dead, and he just needed to forget everything tonight. As he recalled, last time he'd "needed to forget" he ended up getting a girl pregnant, but he didn't care...he just couldn't take the memory anymore.

He walked down into the club, and didn't bother to flash his ID. He'd been a regular in here before he'd started straightening out...and well, now he was back. The bar tender knew him, and knew exactly what he would want. So when Tyler took a seat at the bar, he handed him some concoction of strong alcohol. If after five months, he was willing to give up on going clean, he was definitely going to be looking for something strong. Tyler nodded gratefully, and downed the shot, seemingly without reaction. He hadn't realized just how much he missed the burn of alcohol as it rushed down his throat.

Down the bar a ways, he noticed several guys snickering and whispering...he knew it was about him. These guys were a pretty big deal around here, the ones who pretty much ruled the club. Their "leader" was the boss of a well known gang in these parts. They kept glancing over towards him, and he could see everything they were doing out of the corner of his eye. He did his best to ignore them, but they were really starting to get on his nerves. It was bad enough that he was drinking again, if he started a fight to, he'd be sure to get thrown in jail again, he had to restrain himself. It was difficult to do...he really just wanted to go over there and knock some sense into their heads. Ignore them Tyler. He heard the barkeep's voice, calm and cool. Tyler nodded, he was trying, and kept his focus straight ahead of him.

Then they were behind him, all three of them. Looking to knock up some other girl and then get her killed?[/s] The leader asked smugly, Not like she'll be missed by anyone, that whore of yours. I think you should stop coming around these parts Haze. You're not wanted here, all you're good for is getting drunk, getting laid, and going to jail where you belong. Tyler's body stiffened when they talked about Alessandra that way. Not a single word they said about him even registered in his mind. He stood up to face them, staring the speaker in the eye, not saying a word, just staring him down coldly. Just when they thought he was going to walk away from them and not do anything about what they'd said about the girl he'd fallen in love with...BAM! his fist connected with the speaker's jaw, completely throwing him off balance, and knocking him to the ground. Silence filled the club as all eyes turned to Tyler, had he really just punched that guy? It took a lot of guts to even talk to him for fear that he'd get offended and have you shot...but Tyler, he seemed to not care if he got shot. There was an inconsolable rage burning with intense heat behind those icy cold, stone gray eyes of his.

He lifted his gaze up to the other two, who hurriedly grabbed the guy on the ground and ushered him away. He was not someone you wanted to get in a fight with, everyone knew that. If he got mad enough, he'd just whip out a knife and stab it into your chest before you could blink an eye. With the calm composure of a political candidate who knew they'd just won a debate, he turned, and walked out of the club, the people parting to make way for him as he moved. Tyler Haze was back with a vengeance.

[gina]

so it was a quiet night, yet one that was too nice to be spent at home. it was late, and the sky was clear, all the stars visible. the night had lowered in degrees and there was a slight breeze that chilled the bone. gina had the top down of her black bmw convertible, that was like a ghostly figure, silently rolling down the road. it was calm in town that night, not much going on. it was even pretty quiet outside of the dance club, where she happened to be headed.

she pulled into the parking lot slowly, letting the breeze graze a few tendrils of dark brown hair. she parked, cutting the engine and dropping the keys into her bag. she was bored at her house, and figured she'd go out for a night. maybe she'd meet someone to hang out with. she slowly opened the door and stepped out, making her way to the club entrance. she looked around, the moon high in the sky and shining brightly. trees shook themselves, releasing a few brave leaves into the wind current. she smoothed her black minidress and shivered beneath the thin fabric. no, she wasn't a slut. she wasn't showing anything innappropiate. her sunkissed legs seemed almost copper underneath the dim street lights.

she looked ahead and saw a short line to get in. she took her place at the back, very quickly arriving to the front and pulling out her ID. she flashed it the bouncer. her facial was calm and serene, carefree as ever. if only she knew what she was in store for.

[Charlie Parker]

When Tyler had punched that guy, his attitude had totally changed. Before, he was like someone who was totally and completely heart broken, misunderstood, and confused. Now that he had blood from that guy's lip on his hands, he was like someone who was in complete control of his life, misunderstood, and confused. When his fist connected with that guy's jaw, he realized that he missed that...missed being able to smash someone's face in and not have anyone do anything about it. He felt almost...well, almost relieved. It seemed like had had just let a huge heavy burden fall off his back. Little did he know, that was only part of the burden...the rest of it was still there, and he would never be able to get rid of it if he kept on going the way he was.

Back in the club, he heard someone shout his name, the voice of the guy he'd hit. He was probably pretty pissed for being made to look like a fool. He'd just totally been owned by some street trash jail bird, how degrading was that? Tyler didn't doubt that in a day or so he'd have a run in with this guy again, and this time he'd really have to be careful about what he did. He knew he had a big gang to back him up, and he would bring them with him when he came to find Tyler. So he'd better hurry up and get in with the right crowd before then. He knew of a few rival gangs that would be more than happy to accept him when he told them what he'd done to the guy.

Nevertheless, he glanced back out over the club as he neared the door, just to be certain no one was following him, as he did so, he continued walking so as to make his check more subtle. He took about two steps forwards, and he felt his shoulder connect with somebody else, no doubt someone who had just walked in. Slightly taken by surprise, he stepped quickly to the side and turned to face whoever he had just walked into. Damn, a pretty girl who was more likely than not to get really upset with him for walking into them. Just his luck, he shows up a gang boss and then gets laid into by a girl...wouldn't that make him look awesome. Sorry. He muttered under his breath intending to continue on and not give her a chance to say a word.

Just as he was about to leave though, he heard that rough voice behind him addressing the girl. He turned slowly to see the gang boss and his two goons approaching the girl he had just walked into. Hey there sexy lady.[/s] He heard the guy say as he sauntered up, casting a glance at Tyler that said clearly "I'm going to kill you." You don't want this guy...he's not good for anything except gettin laid. What you need is somebody like me, who'll do you one better.[/s] Tyler knew exactly what that meant. Because he'd stopped near her and looked at her, they thought she was his girl, and figured they'd be getting revenge by stealing her from him. Damn, he was not getting her hurt on his account. There would be no leaving now.

The boss reached out and roughly put his hand around her arm, looking like he intended to drag her off to some dark corner and force her to have sex with him. He wasn't sure how to react, he didn't even know this girl's name...hell he didn't even really know what her face looked like, if he walked away and saw her again later, he would never recognize her. But it was his own stupid fault for letting his heart get the best of him and punching the guy...should she pay for that? He stayed silent, and didn't move. Every muscle in his body grew tense, but he didn't move. He would wait for her reaction.

[gina]

gina walked in, looking around with the club lights reflecting in her soft, brown eyes. her eyes wandered, viewing small groups and cliques of people standing around, some dancing, some drinking and talking. she didn't recognize anyone, but not that she could, because she'd only been here for about a week. she grasped her black shoulder bag against her frail body and shivered as her chesnut hair tickled her shoulders and back. she ran her fingers through it, the silky hair feeling good on her soft skin. she had no idea what she was going to do.

suddenly, she was abruptly awaken from her thoughts as someone ran into her shoulder. she looked up to see a guy, avoiding her stare. she barely heard him apologize. oh, it's okay.. her sweet voice faded as she watched him flee. she looked up to see three guys standing before her, one with a perverted smile planted on his lips, attempting to sweet-talk her. she sighed and c.ocked her chin. she listened to him, raising an eyebrow and pursing her lips. when he mentioned 'this guy', she had no idea what she was talking about. but then she thought, the guy who had just ran into her. she turned her head to look at him walking away.

she looked back to the guy with his two sidekicks standing behind him. she jumped as her grabbed her arm roughly. she tried twisting out of his grip. excuse you! let go of me! she said it with attitude, yes. she twisted and turned again, finally getting his grip loose, but his hand still resting on her arm. she stepped back, watching his hand slip down. it grazed her bare thigh playfully as a disgusted look overcame gina's sweet facial features. she looked to his sidekicks, seeing they're equally disgusting smiles and the angry lust glaring in their eyes.

gina moved her leg and watched his hand fall to his side, them just standing there, glaring at her. she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

[Charlie Parker]

Tyler was stuck between his two personalities...it was strange, almost like he was two incredibly different people stuck in one body, one mind. Inmate 1326 was telling him to just go and forget the girl, avoid trouble. What did he care about her anyway? She was just some stranger off the street who probably didn't give a damn about him. But then Tyler Haze was telling him that he couldn't leave her to get punished for his stupid mistakes. It was because he didn't know her that he couldn't let that happen to her. Besides, she had said something back to him that wasn't exactly what he'd expected...he was always wanting people to not judge him before they knew him, so why should he judge her and condemn her to her demise before he knew her?

Without even thinking, his hand drifted slowly down to his side where he knew the ever faithful switchblade was just waiting to be used. He didn't quite pull it out though, just let his fingers trace the fine edges of it as he argued with himself. Should he intervene, or should he not? If he didn't, no one else would. He was apparently the only person willing to stand up to this guy, he'd done it once, why not do it again? So many conflicting thoughts raged through his head he didn't know how to react. He didn't really have anybody who he could think of in the "what would so and so do?" way. His brother would never hurt a fly, his dad would mindlessly hurt people, everyone else he knew hated him and weren't much by way of role models.

Then before he knew what he was doing, he found himself standing back where he had run into the girl. His hand was no longer fingering the knife, but placed firmly on the boss' shoulder, a grip that if on the throat probably would have been lethal. In a quick motion he jerked the guy back before he could even react. Somehow, the look on Tyler's face had become even more cold than before, it was one that said, basically, you won't have the chance to kill me. Tyler knew how to hold his own in a fight, and if this guy really wanted to get into it...well, as long as Tyler wasn't having an off night, Tyler would probably end up with his blood on the switchblade.

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When the girl fought back, the man's grin became only more sick and twisted, intense perversion of the mind radiating out through a face. a little bit of fight in you...I like it.[/s] He said with and insanely twisted sense of humor. but you know you want this.[/s] He leaned towards her slowly as if to kiss her, at the same time moving his free hand slowly down her back, intentionally moving it lower very slowly in an attempt to turn her on. He wasn't exactly an ugly guy, but he was just so...twisted. Some girls liked it, and he intended to make her one of those girls. Before he could kiss her or get his hand on her butt though, he felt and hand on his shoulder.

Rather startled by the sudden action, his fingers were loosed from the girl's arm and he was pulled away from her. When he saw that it was Tyler however, a daring smirk played across his face. It was like he wanted Tyler to get mad, to come after him. If Tyler wasn't already fuming with a raging inferno, he might have noticed this and backed off a bit, but he didn't. His mind was stuck on one thing, and one thing alone. This guy had not only called Alessandra a whore after she died and right to his face, but now he was going to try to get revenge by taking it out on some girl he didn't even know? That was unacceptable.

[gina]

gina watched what happened before her, the man trying to put even more moves on her. she felt his hand roll down her back and reach her butt, anger fuming inside of her. her usually soft eyes turned to daggers as she glared at the sick-minded man. she raised her hand to his face, leaving a red welt on his cheek as her hand came roughly in contact with it. it hurt her hand a bit, the ticklish stinging through out it, but who cared? they guy deserved a good slap to the face from an angry girl. uhhh, nah, you can keep it to yourself.

next thing she knew, he was being jerked off of her by the guy that had run into her. the one that the pervert thought was her boyfriend or something. she watched the staredown, wondering what was going on. did they know each other? did they both know something that gina simply did not? she racked her mind for all the possibly explanations, but could not come up with a single thing. she sighed deeply, a stressful sigh. she had just come here to spend a peaceful night with a few tangy drinks and maybe some new friends. but no. this is what she got. what type of town was this?

she thought back to california. something like this wouldn't of happened. and even if it did, she had many friends all over the state that would stick up for her. not that she couldn't stick up for herself, because she could. but she thought about her boyfriend, thinking about how he would handle the situation. he would probably just pull gina away and get on with their night. he wouldn't stick up for her unless he had to. he really wasn't the type that fought, physically. he was the calm, serene type that seemed to have an effect on people. you would never forget him.

then she remembered her two best friends. she wondered what they were doing right now. probably out clubbing or having a slumber party. having fun. without her. was that possible? it seemed, when she was there, that wherever she wasn't, it was boring and quiet. wherever she was, it was always an outgoing vibe and fun. that's just what she thought, and remembered. gina's mind was totally off somewhere else, not watching the staredown anymore. she sort of forgot about it, as soon as she started thinking about cali. it had been like that as soon as she came here.

she shook her head, her eyes distant and tracing the lines on the floor. all seemed to be quiet, watching her, or them. them, as in, the two guys standing there, seeming to be talking with their eyes. they definitely knew each other. there was still commotion, though, the music still playing, glasses still clinking. she couldn't seem to think, or move. it almost seemed like her whol body was numb, including her brain. all she could do was look around with a blank stare eroding from her face. what was going on?

[Tyler Haze]

Eyes slowly started returning to Tyler again as he stirred up yet another commotion with the gang boss. Who was this guy? He dropped off the face of the earth for nearly two years, and now he was back and taking on some of the biggest gang members in the area. What had happened to him in those years that he had been gone to turn him into a fearless interloper who knew no limits. Hitting that guy once was bad enough, but to push him away from the girl he wanted...that was suicide. He'd shot people before, and he probably wouldn't be afraid to do it again...especially to Tyler.

The silence between them lasted for what seemed like years. Neither one was exactly sure what to say, and Tyler really wasn't one to talk all that much anyway. Finally, the gang leader broke the tense stillness with his gruff voice. Oh I'm sorry Haze, He said in mock apology, Was this one your little b.itch? Did you have plans to get her all knocked up too? Well, you'll just have to put your plans on hold, because she and I...[/s] He looked over at her with that perverted and smug smirk still plastered on his face, ...we've got a "date" tonight.[/s] Of course by date, he meant more of raping her...having his guys hold her down while he did whatever he wanted...all of that stuff.

Tyler had finally had enough of all the brash comments this guy was throwing out, towards him, Alessandra, and this girl. In a single swift movement, he whipped the knife out, closed the gap between him and the man and...the flash of metal caught his eye as he moved forwards, but before he could react, he heard the shot. Luckily, he hadn't given the guy enough time to aim accurately and the bullet tore through his upper right arm and embedded itself in the wall just beyond him. Still, his momentum was built up, and he kept moving forwards. The slick blade stabbed into the other guy's shoulder, and Tyler let go, taking a few steps back to avoid the retaliating blow the gang boss was going to attempt.

He didn't seen to notice that he was bleeding, and aside from the blood that ran down his arm and his chest heaving slightly in an attempt to resist the pain, no one would ever know that he was hurting. You might try knowing your enemies before you make them. He said in a tone that was almost a growl as the gang boss reeled back, rather surprised that Tyler had gone all the way after being shot. His eyes were locked on the knife buried about three inches into his shoulder and the increasing red stain pouring out from it. That was probably the first time he'd ever seen his own blood.

Tyler turned, once more towards the door as if to leave, but as he walked past the girl, he paused. I'm sorry, He said once more to her, though the apology was more legitimate this time, this wasn't supposed to happen. He started slowly away again, his left hand drifting up to where the bullet had torn a good gash in his left arm. He was going to have to try to stitch that up, and it wouldn't be easy. Normally he'd just let them heal on their own, but this one probably wouldn't...and there was no way he was going to the hospital. He hated those places, and he'd been there enough lately.

[gina]

gina smirked at the man. he was sort of pathetic, in a way. she continued to watch the staredown. she jumped as the man began to speak. but it was now confimed that they knew each other, or had earlier encounters, seeming the sick man knew the other's name. her pupils began to smolder as she heard him call her a b.itch and his intention to do some bad things to her. her eyes grew thinner and her pupils grew blacker, larger, and deeper than they had ever been.

she began to wonder what he had meant by being knocked up by him. she knew it meant having sex, but she didn't know why it was directed at him, or less likely, her. she knew it wasn't anything personal, because she was a virgin. the closest she had gotten to, you know, doing it, was a night of romance on the couch with her boyfriend. she frowned when she thought of him, but then disgracing herself for frowning at the thought of him. she was supposed to love him. she shrugged mentally. why was her mind wandering so often tonight? maybe she was tired. or stressed. she was always materialistic, usually never thinking things through to this point.

her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a gun shot, and many gasps. including her own. her pupils focused to see the guy who was defending her with a bleeding arm and the sick man with a knife in his shoulder. her lungs collapsed, not believing what she was seeing. she had never encountered, weapons, in all. her jaw dropped, not the wide open version, but the version where you've absolutely lost all control of your mind and body to the point where the muscles give out and you simply can't help but let your jaw drop.

she wiggled her fingers, closing her mouth and recollecting her composure. she sighed. she didn't know what to do. her eyes were on the man that had defended her, the one with blood running down his arm, the one that didn't even wince at what seemed like a very painful wound. she focused on his chiseled face, one more gorgeous than most. it was a rough face, with grout features, but it suited him. she never noticed before, but he was beautiful. now, if she had said that to his face, he'd probably frown at it, but it was true. she looked at his eyes, they were a deep stone-gray color. they were, yes, beautiful. and the shape also suited his face. his eyelashes were long, compared to most guys. but so were her boyfriend's.

she jumped as he walked by and spoke. she listened and look to him, not quite making eye contact but looking beyond him and down. she looked at him as he finished speaking. her brows furrowed and her facial became of confusion. what do you mean, this? she had no idea what he was talking about. maybe it was for the best.

[austin]

Tyler stopped again when he heard her voice directed at him again. He was already starting to feel the pain worse and worse, and was getting a bit light headed...blood loss, oh such a joyful thing. He turned back towards her, leaning heavily against the wall as he did so to keep his balance which was quite quickly slipping away from him. His chest was rising and falling a bit more rapidly and heavily now as he struggled with each breath. If he left now he'd probably make it back before he passed out...but she'd asked, and he felt like he owed her an explanation since he had almost gotten her raped.

He sighed wearily, and motioned to the gang boss. This... He said cutting himself off to swallow down the pain that was spreading from his arm to the rest of his body. He thought...you were with me...and he wanted... He broke off again, wincing as pain surged through him, He wanted revenge and thought he'd get it by raping you or something. By the time he finished saying that, the floor was looking quite inviting. He let his right arm drop back down to his side, and looked down at the blood that dripped from his finger tips. He seemed to suddenly drift off into his own little world for a moment, then looked back up at the girl...he wouldn't be making it "home."

Just as he'd thought, his body gave up on him. Strength, which he was usually quite full of, abandoned him and left him to collapse to the floor, consciousness left barely a moment after that. Luckily, along with passing out from blood loss, pain left too. Lying there completely motionless on the floor, he felt, heard, and saw, nothing. He was actually rather comfortable and the last time he had been this relaxed was when...well, he didn't really know when. All he really knew right then was that the pain was gone.

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Austin was the "new kid" in town, but that wasn't going to stop him from going out of the house for the night. He was one of the more outgoing people in this world, and had no problem at all with making friends. Age never mattered to him either. Back in California, he had several "followers" who weren't any older than 8 years old. He was the kind of guy who parents felt safe having their kids idolize and follow everywhere. He was the sort of guy who was always a blast to hang out with. If you were having the worst day of your life, you could count on him to make you forget about it.

So he pulled his car to a stop at the club parking lot, and walked casually up to the door. There was a short line, but nothing he couldn't endure. It took no more than a few minutes to get up to the door and come in. He took a quick look around, just for surroundings, but stopped when his eyes fell on someone he recognized. Gina Carmichael...fancy meeting her here of all places. Who would have imagined that he'd meet someone in Pinewood West Virgina that he knew from California...what were the odds of that happening? Probably not all that high.

He was about to go over there and hug her when he noticed a few things that were out of place. One, there was a guy with a knife stabbed into him who looked like he was in complete shock, two, she looked a bit...lost...three, she was looking at a guy who was also bleeding and passed out on the floor, four, everyone was completely silent and staring at the two guys, five, for a dance club, there was way to little music, talking, drinking, and dancing going on. There was definitely something not quite right going on here...what had Gina gotten herself into? He didn't move anywhere, just stayed where he was, not saying a word. He wasn't really sure how to react.

[gina]

yummmmm! im excited to reply, ill reply tonight. xD