"No—!" Like it was the only word Alois could confidently say, it jerked out past his teeth when he was slammed into the lockers and he was winded from the force, and that kept him pinned there with his eyes squeezed shut, reliving the break in, reliving nearly getting his nose broken when something so similar had happened in the boys locker room months ago— Reliving that was better than being fully aware of reality. He’d been saved those times. He’d caught the flash of the blade under the light, and the tears had broke along with his pride.
Pierce was, or maybe he was stupid.
Alois just remembered the blood, and screaming his friend’s name when he collapsed. He didn’t see where the blade plunged into him, just saw him go down and then his sense were full of horror; Tony’s menacing face, the metallic tang of blood up his nose and on his tongue. And the worst part, the knife warm with Pierce’s blood against his skin and quick fingers pulling open the front of his jeans. “I— I-h won’t run… I wh-wh-on’t run…”
He couldn’t even breathe, let alone work his legs. He turned his face away from Pierce and tried not to throw up when Tony’s mouth was against his ear. Words gave way to sobbing.
This was personal. Alois wasn’t even her friend anymore. He hadn’t been for the entire school year because last year she’d made some big mistakes. But to this day, she couldn’t let go of him. He still meant everything to her. Violet Parr wasn’t playing around anymore. Breaking the super hero rules was unfortunately going to happen because she didn’t have a choice.
Violet turned down the hall quietly tip toeing and she was already horrified by the scene of it all. Pierce Cafiero drenched in his own blood. And Tony groping her brother. (Which is still how she saw him)
With a deep inhale she whistled. She wanted Tony’s attention, “Hey.” She looked him over. And did her best not to appear vulnerable. This was the hardest thing she would ever do, “Let…let go of him. This is the only warning I’m giving you.” She caught a glimpse of Alois. She didn’t even know what sort of look to give him. That made matters worse, “Gimme your knife. And walk away or you’ll regret it.”
Of course his attention is drawn away at the whistle, and he grins awfully so when he sees that all too familiar face, "Little miss Violet." He has to laugh, hysterically, in fact, "Are you still going to the ends of the fucking earth for this kid?" The knife is pressed against his stomach, and his shirt is lifted, "Because, I hope you haven't forgotten what you did to him." Slight pressure is added, enough to scare the boy, "He hates your fucking guts, and that's never going to change, because all you do is make his life worse." He nods, as if everything he is saying is absolute fact, "Yeah. Think about it, baby. Every single awful thing that's happened to him...it's all happened because if you. You ruined his life, and yet you still try to win him over."
Turning back to Alois, his eyes give off far darker intentions, "Don't struggle." The eyes don't stay there for long, before they're turning back to greet Violet again, "You're a pathetic little girl who will never have her life together. So, go ahead, you little slut. I would love to see you make me regret it." Another laugh, "You can't, and you won't because you're a weak little bitch. You let this kid walk all over you, and then you fuck his boyfriend and lie to the chink skank about it because you are just a fucking mess. So go ahead, stop me."
There's no more hesitation to be given, his gaze is back on Alois, and he's crashing his lips against his, refusing to let him pull away.
