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Narrow. || lena & anson.

Lena had had her fair amount of alcohol that night, but she still had herself together. It was while pouring a drink for herself that things went black. It was as if she blinked and then woke up someplace else. The smell burned her nose and she had to hold back the vomit from rising from her stomach. Fear was burning inside of her and she couldn't get a grasp on where she was. There was a wet substance underneath her and she prayed it was only mud. Looking up she could make out the figure of someone else. She made a strangled, muffled noise to get the persons attention, but the girl appeared to be out. The tears started falling from her eyes and lena cried for the first time in a very long time. That was when things started shaking. Lena knew it was her making things shake, but she couldn't get a grip on things. She tried to scream, but hardly any noise came out thanks to the tape on her mouth. She wasn't in any pain except where she was tied up where the rope cut into her

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Shackled || Adrianna, Colby & Quinten

Adrianna's night was destined to be one big blur. She knew it from the moment the alcohol touched her lips. But never in her mind did she for one second thing that this would happen. In the blink of an eye she'd gone from spinning and dancing around a fire to beaten, bruised and tied up. The alcohol had been driven out of her system from the utter terror that had taken over her whole body. Terror courses through her entire body and she couldn't stop shaking. Looking over at two of the people she's previously been having a wonderful time with, a teacher and a friend, her eyes were screaming for help, though she knew none of them could. They were in the same situation as her. The created open and Adrianna cowered backwards, the shackled tugging at her wrists and ankles. Her whole body hurt, though she kept moving away. They said they were going to take her memories, but she could hardly remember anything anyways. The man walked to her and Adrianna tried to push him away, but her shackled were still wrapped around her wrist and ankles. She tried screaming but the duct tape made it hard and a shooting pain in her jaw reminded her that she couldn't do that. She stood, shaking her head and looking at the two other prisoners. She screamed again, this time the duct tape came loose with a painful ripping. "No! Please!" She begged. "Don't let them touch me! Please, I'm scared!" Though her words were muffled and painful to get out. Her jaw was definitely broken, but she didn't want them to even come near her.

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Breaking The Cycle: Eric & Nettie

Eric came to with a groan, a strange feeling of nausea washing over him as his eyes cracked open only to find himself enveloped in semi-darkness which for a moment he was grateful for that was until his memory came back and he jerked upright the act earning an unanticipated and muffled sound of pain to echo in the small room. The last things that returned to him were the scent of ash mingled smoke hanging heavy on the air and the distant sound of water lapping up against the beach where they had all been enjoying themselves. Of course, none of this would ever last - he was stupid to think that maybe it would, now the only thing which he could recall is a sharp stabbing pain in his leg and a tightness over his mouth that could only signify one thing; once again the Rebels had struck and left them all in the dark as to what was occurring around them - clever but frustrating.

Panic was often the most gripping primary response to such situations, though Eric quelled that within a few moments taking a few breaths through his nose to gather himself whilst blinking at the dim light of wherever they were located. He’d been trained for this so his body did as it was conditioned so he could try and step through a way to get them both out of here whilst maintaining his cover; difficult but not impossible. Narrowed eyes moved around their surroundings which rocked to the swell of water which accompanied by the distant hum of an engine was his first clue as to where they were - a boat of some sort. His attention then shifted down to his leg which with its unnaturally crooked angle suggested something seriously wrong - more than likely broken.

He wasn’t about to sit tight and let them take him wherever they planned to, especially when on his second assessment of the room his icy gaze settled on an oh so familiar figure - Nettie. Of all the people he could be stuck with it had to be her. What surprised him however wasn’t her presence but more the jolt of anger and a murderous intent which bubbled through his system. Eric could kill every one of these bastards if he chose to, it wouldn’t take much after all to kill and to destroy was simply his nature. The metallic clang of the ladder drew his attention and as the rebel with the gun clambered down Eric’s eyes narrowed considerably especially at his attitude - was this really what rebels had been reduced to? Apparently the man was only really interested in Nettie but the way he was looking at her sent a chill through Eric and the anger he felt to multiply. That one would die, whatever it took that one would not see the morning Eric would see to that personally. Giving a huff of frustration which caused the rebel to turn the gun in his direction whilst moving closer deliberately knocking his leg which caused another grunt of hot pain through his leg. “And if either of you try anything stupid I’ll happily put a bullet in this one’s skull,” he warned a crazed glint in his eyes as he stared down at Eric which he met defiantly though that just earned another kick with which his body betrayed him by contorting - attempting to pull his leg away from the source of the pain tears prickling his eyes as he sat there apparently helpless though the truth was far from that.

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Wreck | Jasper, Andrew, Tanner

Before the invisible pressure of a psychic’s disturbance shut down Jasper’s brain functions, before the pain rippled through his skull like an iron claw scrambling his head and before he unconsciously collapsed onto the sandy beach, Tanner’s hand was warm.

Jasper knew because he was holding it unsurely and clumsily attempting to match the fierceness that he kissed with. His breath was ragged when Tanner tore away and he felt a certain thrill when he sounded just as ragged as Jasper felt. “Just me,” he growled, and kissed him again. “You and me. Just us.” And because Jasper didn’t know if he was in love or just really, really stupid, he willed the world to slow into molasses and pressed into Tanner’s chest and kissed him back.

He tried to break away, once, twice, but Tanner’s fingers were firm against his jaw, and Jasper was too undone to resist. Jasper didn’t know for how long they were intertwined. It could have been minutes or it could have been hours. When Tanner broke away, and the bonfire ash which hung in the air began to fall again like honey, Jasper wiped his mouth on his sleeve. A certain awkwardness hung in the air, and Tanner pat his cheek affectionately. Jasper felt like a dog who’d just been praised for sitting.

The ash fell rapidly now and Jasper should have noticed the immediate quiet that flooded the beach like a blanket of silence. It was a stark difference to the loud discotheque that had the sand vibrating to the beat of a bass. Now the only sound was the dull crackle of a smothered bonfire and Tanner’s hand was warm.

It happened in an instant, like a gunshot.

And Jasper saw black.