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Hello again guys, MLGDraconCraft, back from the grave. I'm having trouble judging time recently, I always think I have more time than I do. Still somehow finding time to write though.

Anyways, enough about my life! Let's dive back in to Colton's story!

The theme song for this chapter and one of the others is Hall of Fame by The Script ft will.i.am. Listen to it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mk48xRzuNvA&index=1&list=PLv-Exq9d7jl5oHcOr8pAG-6jSnnWUFZCD

Roll the film!

P.O.V. Rend

I smiled as I jogged out of the Academic Building at Valor, just having talked to Mr. Reese, the director of the hall festival, about having a few guest stars preform. I felt overly energetic as I sprinted around the Quad a few times. Only Valor students, former, present, and some future know what that is. Anyways, I made my way over to my car, panting and drawing my key fob out of my pocket. Yes, I had to borrow my parent's car because my bike was in for repair. I hit the unlock button, not surprised when nothing happened. It had been broken for a while.

We have to get that fixed, I thought. Headlights flashed across the building, presumably Mr. Reese heading home. I stopped next to the front door and searched through the ring for the car key.

Something hit the back of my head, slamming my muzzle forward into the window. I turned and began to yell at whoever hit me. "What the frig was--" I was cut off as an open hand hit my cheek, slapping my head sideways as exposed claws dragged across my skin, scraping it open, but not bleeding.

It began to dawn upon me as the figure hit me again that it didn't care if it was hurting me or not--in fact, it may actually be trying to hurt me. Its hand closed around my throat and shoved me back against the car. I began to panic and thrash as my air supply began to run out. The shadow shook me. "We won't have any of that, now will we?" a voice growled, surprisingly familiar. I continued to thrash, and he slapped me again, dragging his claws across my skin, drawing blood. As he did, however, he released me. I turned and brought my hand up, the key ready to unlock the car. Suddenly, however fast I moved, he moved faster. His hand hit the back of my head, driving my muzzle into the window again, and holding it there.

"Faggots like you don't even deserve to be alive!" he snarled, driving my head once again into the window. The shocks of the car groaned, but the window didn't break. "Why can't you just DIE!" he screamed, driving my head into the window again. This time the glass shattered, and as he shoved my head through, one of the jagged edges of the glass that remained caught just above my eyebrow, drawing an uneven line across my forehead. Blood immediately started dripping into my eyes. He pulled my head out and kicked my knees, collapsing them and sending me to the ground.

I groaned as he kicked me in the ribs again and again, breaking two or more. He proceeded to kick me up and down my body, covering me with bruises and bloody scratches and deep gashes from his clawed toes. I groaned and rolled out onto the street, attempting to get away from him. Instead of trying to run around me, he just jumped on top of me--breaking at least five more bones, from the number of cracks--and stopped my momentum. I gasped in pain as he kicked me again and again, and then he picked me up. I just managed to catch a glimpse of a shadowy hand outstretched with claws extended before pain exploded again in my chest,

I shivered and looked down. He had torn three ugly strips from my chest, and they were already filling with blood. Dark smears on the pavement showed where I had bled, and as I grew limp from loss of blood, I realized that I would likely bleed to death before anyone would find me.

God smiled upon me, for in that instant, headlights once again flashed across the building. The Shadow, as I began to call him, glanced up from his bloody massacre for an instant, then looked back down at my twisted and mangled figure. "You'll have to wait for another time." Bloody teeth glinted in the moonlight. "Believe me; I will be back for you." Then he ran off, opposite the headlights.

P.O.V. Trevor

I had met Rend the first day he came to school. Actually, we had gone to elementary together. I knew him for the man he was, not the man he pretended to be. He was one of my best friends, and I...don't know. I think I have feelings for him, but I can't be sure. And I wasn't sure if he'd love me, a fox. So different from wolves.

Anyways, I glanced at Mr. Reese as he turned into the circle heading to the parking lot in front of Valor. "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Reese!"

He smiled over at me. "No problem, Trevor. Anytime you need something, call me."

"Sure," I said, spotting something crumpled on the ground in front of us. As the headlights flashed across it once, then twice, I shouted, "STOP!"

Reese slammed on the brakes as I clicked the lock on the seatbelt and jumped out of the still-moving car. "Trevor, what is it?"

"I don't know, but I have an--" I stopped dead in my tracks, then cried in anguish, "Rend!"

Reese jumped out of the car. "Rend!" he gasped as he rounded the corner. For a second, he was shocked silent, then he turned immediately to the matter at hand. He tossed his phone to me. "Call emergency, now! I have some training in first aid, so I'll see what I can do."

I punched frantically at the phone, then held it to my ear. "911, what's your emergency?"

"Yeah," I said, "It's already happened. A teacher of mine and I just stumbled across the limp body of one of my friends. He's still alive, from what I can see, but he's bleeding profusely, and there's no telling how long he's been here! We're at Valor Christian High School."

"There's a vehicle on the way. Once they get there, you have to let the paramedics see him. Despite how much you think you know about first aid, these men know more. If he's lost much blood, then he'll only be partially alive, and it's critical that the paramedics get him to the hospital as fast as possible."

"Okay, thanks," I said, relieved. I hung up. "They're on their way."

He nodded, not stopping from whatever he was doing. It looked like he was trying to stem the flow of blood, but it didn't seem to help; blood still flowed freely.

Sirens sounded in the distance. I glanced up to see red and blue lights flashing across the buildings. "They're almost here." Hurry, hurry! I thought. The loud wailing pierced my ears, causing them to instinctively fold back over my skull.

The ambulance screeched to a halt just before it hit us. Three men jumped out, with a fourth and fifth coming more slowly with a stretcher. "Sir," the first, a dragon, said, "We need to see him."

"Of course," Mr. Reese said, "I don't know quite enough." He backed out of the way.

"Thank you."

A few seconds passed, and then a wolf said, "It looks like about three broken ribs, both legs, and both arms are broken, as well as possibly the pelvis and a hand."

As he listed off the injuries, my horror grew. I calmed, however, when he said, "However, it doesn't look like his lungs were punctured."

P.O.V. Rend

_What...what happened?_I thought to myself as I came back to consciousness. Flashing lights and blurred, yet concerned, faces, hovered over me. I groaned and coughed a little as the pain from my wounds sparked. I knew from experience that after losing consciousness once, I was likely to sink back in quickly.

Two furs--at least, I think they were furs, not dragons--lifted me onto a stretcher. As my vision once again darkened, another fur entered my view, looking desperately at me and asking the paramedics--I think--if they could come along. _They?_I thought muddily.

As the warmth of darkness enclosed me, I realized that it was the fox, Trevor. I coughed a little and gasped, "Trevor?"

Then the void beyond enclosed me, and my eyes closed.

P.O.V. Trevor

"Will he be okay?" I shouted at the paramedics.

"He's still alive, but barely. We need to get him to emergency ASAP. Follow us if you want." The dragon barely threw a glance my way as Rend was loaded onto the ambulance.

I ran back to Mr. Reese. "We can follow them. Let's go," I said, hopping into the passenger seat and buckling the belt. Mr. Reese followed.

The ambulance pulled away, and Reese sped after it.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the emergency center, whitewashed and over-sanitized. My nose twitched a little at the smell. Reese and I were in the waiting room, where the doctors had us waiting. I used this time to text Red, J.R. (another of Rend's friends), and his parents. All four texted back, we're on our way. I smiled, glad that some familiar faces would be around when Rend woke up.

Ten minutes passed before Red arrived. Soon afterwards was J.R., then his parents. I shrank back beneath the onslaught of questions, and Reese took over.

Finally, Red muttered to himself, "What was I thinking?" and went over to sit in a secluded area of the waiting room, drawing into himself.

Several minutes later, a nurse came out and said, "He isn't good, but he'll recover. Perhaps lose a little bit of motion where the gash over his eye is, but other than that, he should be fine to go home in about five or six weeks."

We breathed a sigh of relief, including Red, who'd been listening with interest. "That will even be in time for the festival. Actually, we still have six weeks, so he'll be okay to participate," Red said. "He asked Mr. Reese if he could show something he'd always wanted to tell the school, and this would be the perfect opportunity." He frowned and shrugged. "Don't know what it is, though."

"He said something about a guest band, or something like that," Reese said.

Rend's parents nodded. "I thought he would do something like that," his mom said, glaring at Red. He shrank underneath her accusing stare.

It suddenly struck me that Rend's parents were very overprotective. Anything that happened to their son, they blew out of proportion and tried to protect him from it. It seems as though it's gotten to the point where Rend can barely maneuver without breaking some rule or another. I grunted in disbelief, then groaned and stood, stretching my stiff muscles. "I think we should all go home and get some rest," Reese stated, standing as well.

Everyone agreed, and we stood and started out the door. I touched the doorframe and paused, my arm partially extended and my muzzle pointing down. "Red?"

"Yeah?" he said from inside the waiting room.

"... Are you coming?"

"No, I don't think so," he said. "I'm gonna stay for a while, maybe watch over him a little."

I realized he was taking a guilt trip. He feels responsible for Rend, assuming that the decisions Rend made were based on the anger and sadness the wolf felt from the breakup. "Okay. Update us, will you?"

"Sure," he said.

"...Goodbye, Red," I said, not realizing that I wouldn't see him until after college. Not that he would go to a different high school, he just would avoid me; and, perhaps, Rend.

"Goodbye, Trevor," he said.

I let my hand drop and walked away.

P.O.V. Red

I frowned as Trevor walked out, then stood and placed my paws on the front desk. The doctor seeing to it looked up. "Can I help you?" she asked politely.

I couldn't help smiling at her. "Yes, actually. A friend of mine came in here recently--about fifteen minutes ago, I believe--and I haven't seen him in five, maybe six, weeks. Could I...maybe...go back to the room and see him?"

"Oh, him?" she asked softly. "I...guess. I'll need you to fill out this paperwork, though."

I nodded. "Okay." The paper switched hands, and I scribbled my signature onto the marked lines. "Here," I said, handing the paperback.

"Thank you. He's in Room 53."

Once, I nodded, then strode back to the room she indicated. I found it--on the right hand side--and triple checked the number. 53. Grabbing the handle, I steadied myself and turned it, slowly pushing the door in. I winced as it squeaked. It didn't seem to bother Rend, though. I smiled at his sleeping form, wounds bandaged and in a body cast. It saddened me to see him like this, but it angered me to know that it was someone who knew him, and well, because from what I know of him, he doesn't tell random strangers he's gay.

I glanced down at the whitewashed floor, polished clean recently. My nose twitched at the smell of bleach and sanitizer. It bothered me that there was no other way to keep things clean than that, but apparently we weren't advanced enough.

Rend appeared content in his sleep. His jaws lolled open, and I smiled as his tongue flopped out. I crept up next to him and gently closed his mouth. Glancing up at the ceiling, I was surprised to see no security cameras. I quickly closed it, in case anyone was spying, and looked down, quickly evaluating why there would be no security cameras. Then I almost gasped. The answer was right in front of me! They didn't want any loose footage that revealed how they did what they did...or what they did. Now that's a sobering thought. Did they just kill some of the people who come in?

I frowned again and decided I wouldn't leave Rend's side until he was healed enough to scream or somehow let us know that he was being hurt. Paranoid, I know, but I am paranoid...

Finding a chair against the wall, I settled into it and got comfortable. I could be there for a while.

Two hours later, I stood and stretched my legs. This would be a long and uncomfortable wait. I glanced at Rend and rethought. Unless... I smiled as a devilish plan took root in my head. I glanced around the room, checking for intruders, or hidden screens within the walls with my power--or rather, handicap.

Wait, you haven't been told about that? Oh, okay then. Furs have strange 'powers'. I quote powers because they always come with handicaps. I have the ability to see through certain surfaces--such as a wall with glass behind it--but the catch? I have trouble alone. Literally, I can't function alone. My body just shuts down, and this is to the point where I have to sleep in my parents' room. Some furs have different power/handicap combos, but that's mine.

So, what's gonna happen? CLIFFHANGERS ARE GREAT! COMMENT IF YOU THINK SO TOO!

Anyways, now that that's out of my system...sorry I haven't uploaded recently, guys, RL has been real busy the past few days. Hope I didn't miss too much. See you soon!

-MLGDragonCraft