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Chapter XIV

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The rest of the week felt like a blur to me.

When I wasn't busy trying to make make up my massive work-load and hold myself accountable for my teachers, I tried to understand why I was so conflicted in my heart and why it was causing me so much pain. I had much less sleep because of my decision to go to this party, and it was this same pain that kept me from sleeping right for the next few days following the day of the party. Hunter's grandmother helped me get some much needed sleep with the help of some sleeping pills, which actually worked wonders as I was out Thursday morning at one o'clock taking them just minutes prior. Despite getting a full five hours of sleep without waking up in the middle of the night sweating and panting like some sort of madman, my chest still ached painfully, and it wasn't because I wasn't flying a lot. It was because...it was because... holy shit, I had no idea why it was hurting.

I didn't tell anyone because I thought it would get better over time. Now, that it remained as it was, I grew concerned. Was I just paranoid? Was it just because I lacked proper sleep? Had I overworked my body while doing all this work? Had I put too much stress on my body these past few days?

While I thought about it, I realized that this couldn't be the case considering I trained all throughout my life as some sort of hybrid soldier; I had the genetics of the most physical creatures on the planet, my body had been designed by the most brilliant minds, and so I shouldn't be feeling some sort of unhealthy pain. Whatever it was that was killing me, I needed it to cease before it got out of hand, yet the only problem was that I had no idea how to fix this issue. No matter what I did for the rest of the day--I ate only healthy foods, got some physical activity in before school, and remained mostly silent throughout the entire day, yet these small things didn't diffuse my situation in the slightest.

As I sat in my desk finishing up one of the make-up tests I had to do after school, I seemed to be unaware of the time and, after finding it myself still here at four in the afternoon, I found myself simply writing down answers that seemed relatively correct. My mind seemed to wander just as aimlessly as I was once I finished bubbling in the last answer, handed my test in, and left without saying a word to my teacher. There was no one in the halls other than me at this time, and I doubted there wasn't a student left in this school unless they were in some sort of sport or club that required after school time. I made myself to my locker purely on autopilot even as my heart ached painfully at this point, to which I clutched my chest and leaned against the lockers in agony. The pain was almost unbearable, and I wanted it to stop so badly--man, I would give anything to stop this.

"Fuck, why does this hurt so much?" I groaned to myself, holding my chest in a death grip until the pain slowly began to subside just like it did all throughout today. I finally let out a soft breath and tried to collect my thoughts.

Why did my chest hurt? Even though I had a hotwired brain to figure stuff like this out, I could not find one stupid answer.

I opened my locker and shoved all the books and work I would need inside the bag and closed my locker, walking right for the front doors of the school. No one was there to wait for me. Thankfully, I wasn't ambushed by that girl from a few days ago. Ugh, if she showed her face in the state I was in, I probably would've gone off on her and surely lost my invitation to the party in the process. Using my quick senses, I surveyed the area with what concentration I could muster and found that there were no cameras, people, or many cars in the immediate area, which did serve to make my day better. With that in mind, I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head, shifted my backpack to the front, and quickly extended my wings, pushing them against the back of my jacket until two holes large enough allowed them to slip out and extend. Once I had that freedom, I beat them as hard as I could against the ground and shot skyward in just a few seconds.

My body cut through the wind as if it were butter, and my speed was consistent with each hard slam against the air, and when I finally shot above the clouds, which took a few minutes, I angled myself forward and beat my wings, sending myself towards home. I actually slowed myself down and allowed time to glide and enjoy the time in the air before having to land. This wasn't something I did frequently, and by frequently I mean on a day to day basis, and I wanted to savor the feeling of freedom as I drifted over the foggy clouds and looked over the cityscape with curious eyes. I hadn't really looked at the city from this height before, and I noticed that it was rather large and was spread out across a great deal of land. This only confirmed what I read about two days ago when I found that this city just so happened to be one of the largest and economically crucial to the rest of the U.S.A. It had a population of over eight million, had booming businesses, was a political hotspot for presidential candidates--if someone needed the votes, then this was the best place--and had plenty of houses and space for any families to move in and renovate.

The high school I went to was I believe the biggest one in the city with smaller ones, along with middle, elementary, and pre-schools, and even some of those were a part of our school system with others being friends and rivals. The rundown areas of the city were relatively small and, from what I had heard of and had been told, the ghettos and crumbling old businesses were going to be bought and renovated so that the city would not have a bad image from the outside world. I had forgotten where the place was when I had chased those guys, but that was a memory not worth remembering. I still wondered what ever happened to those guys. I know one of them probably didn't mean to do any harm, but that was no excuse for his criminal demeanor and misconduct. The other two...I had less sympathy for them and hoped they would stay in jail, yet I highly doubted this considering courts usually never dealt with criminal activity like this as a heinous issue.

The pain in my chest slowly began to come back despite my relaxing fly. "Ugh, what the fuck is with me lately?" I mumbled to myself, looking down and finding the house right below. As a way to get my mind off the slight pain, I dove forward and closed my wings, sending me spiraling towards the earth. Even I couldn't figure out how fast I had to be going, but I knew that I was so fast that I could barely feel the resistance of the wind and simply cut through it as if it were butter.

Peeking my head out from the gap at the top of my wings, I saw I was plummeting really quick towards the earth and that I was quickly approaching my home. I closed my eyes and concentrated as hard as I possibly could, focusing my unused energy throughout my body until I could physically see parts of me become transparent. Eventually, I couldn't even see myself, which was dubbed "pure invisibility" by the professors back at the Division, and it was something I had rarely achieved. Even I was shocked. Opening my see-through wings, I eased up on my descent and gently beat them against the air, slowing down just enough so I didn't crash into the back yard and have to find some way to explain that to the neighbors. Um, a chunk of something from space hit the backyard but burned up somewhere in the ground? That was a horrible lie, nevermind.

Careful training had allowed me to slow down until I tickled the ground with my feathers, gently laying my feet on the soft soil of the backyard before I closed up my wings and headed inside. By the time I reached the back-door, my focus was off my body and allowed my color to return to the point where I could see myself whole again once more. I hadn't completely made myself invisible because my wings, tail, head, and right leg could still be seen if someone wanted to look really close. For the most part, though, I wasn't worried that anyone might see me.

Hunter's grandma and grandpa weren't home yet, or possibly they had been home and had went out for something, so I just went to my roomand laid out all my work. Okay, I had a Chemistry test Monday, there were outlines that had to be done by Tuesday for Government, and two take home quizzes that were going to be due Monday as well. There was plenty of time Saturday to finish up all this stuff, and I honestly needed a break from work today considering the sleepless nights of homework throughout this week. Besides, I had to go to a party tonight anyways, so I figured that this stuff could be finished in no time at all tomorrow evening. After I had sorted out what work I was going to do first tomorrow, I looked through my closet and tried to find something relatively nice to wear for tonight. Huh, this black button up looked nice, and so did the khaki pants next to it. They hugged my body and were nice and tight, revealing a great deal of my body...even the wings. I had to say no to the shirt but found a blue one much looser that would give me more movement with my wings, and I had a black jacket that could go under it as well, which would conceal my wings more. Yup, I had definitely decided on my outfit for the night, and I hoped it wasn't too much.

Almost immediately did I change into my new outfit and found myself bored with waiting for five o'clock to happen, so I wandered around the house and just wondered what to do until it was time to leave. I grabbed a quick snack and sat down in the living room, relaxing until the news came on. There were two people, professional looking newscasters, who talked about the war outside of the U.S. first then switched to this other woman who had this sub-caption below her that read: "Science--Has it made history?"

That caught my attention. I turned up the volume.

"So, Diane, what is the latest report today?" dude said to the third woman.

She cleared her throat before smiling fakely. "Well, John, it seems scientists from a government lab have made new ground concerning the possibilities of genetically altering a child before they develop into a fetus."

I blinked a few times. What?

"That's a little hard to believe, Diane," the dude, John, remarked. "How exactly does it work?"

"That is a little more difficult to explain, John. These scientists say that they have made attempts to create life just from the sperm of a man and, to some extent, they have done just that."

"We're talking about growing people, right?" the woman next to the man questioned.

"That's right, Grace. It's not cloning, they tell us, but it is some form of science that uses certain genetic traits to help genetically alter the sperm of a male to which it makes the sperm grow into a fetus, child, toddler, teenager, adult, and then elder."

My heart no longer hurt, but it did make me feel nervous. Was this in reference to me or something? They were speaking in terms that could probably be understood by the common people, but scientists back at the Division used big, loud, and more descriptive terms to explain what it is they do.

I stopped thinking as they continued.

"I have to say, Diane," the man went on. "That is still pretty hard to believe. What makes you think that something like this is even remotely possible? It almost seems like it belongs in the realm of science fiction." He chuckled, which made my skin boil.

The lady simply cleared her throat and continued. "Well, John, even I cannot fully explain to you the details with the time that we have, but, should you wish, I believe you should do some research on the organization."

"I think I just might do that, Diane. What did you say the name of the organization was again?"

"D--,"

Suddenly, the power went out throughout the entire house. I jumped up from my seat and looked around, body ready for anything but the lights came back on a few seconds later and lessened my stress just slightly. My senses were still on high alert despite realizing that this home probably wasn't the only one affected by some sort of random power outage. What did sort of set me off was that Hunter never mentioned the power going out like it did just now on a normal, sunny, relaxed day. Actually, it would make more sense if it went out during some sort of freak thunderstorm or something.

My senses told me to keep on high alert, but my mind was completely drained at the moment and I had no energy to bother with worrying about some sort of power fluctuation that didn't really concern me. It was almost time to leave, so I decided to leave things as they were and head out before Hunter's grandparents got home. Since there were no cars for me to use, I decided my best possible option was to fly there. Just so I didn't tear a giant hole in my clothes, I took off my shirt and jacket and put them inside a backpack, slung it over my shoulder, then went to the backyard once more. Closing my eyes, I channeled my energy throughout my body and felt my skin and fur tingle as they began turn see-through. I didn't need to see myself to believe it; I just somehow knew it. Once the tingling sensation throughout my body ceased, I extended my wings and beat them against the air, sending me into the air with as little noise as possible--couldn't just crash into the air and alert the neighborhood. Once I was at a decent altitude over the community, I beat my wings harder against the air and shot through the air at a much faster speed.

I wasn't honestly worried that someone would see some sort of shirtless, winged freak zipping through the air like some sort of fighter jet considering that I took consistent glances at my body to make sure I was still practically "invisible" to the public. Anyone with sharp eyes could see some sort of figure shooting through the air at near supersonic speeds, but I highly doubted anyone was going to look up and see such a figure. This was just first impressions of normal people, and Hunter had assured me that most people didn't have a fraction the stuff I was born with.

Regardless, I made sure to stay cautious despite my confidence trying to take over. I was still vulnerable if I wasn't too careful, so I was going to make sure that I wasn't going to screw up getting seen and caught by the Division somehow.

The address was pretty far from Hunter's house and was located near the outskirts of the city, yet getting here looked pretty easy. It wasn't anywhere near the countryside, and was still drivable to the school, but it was located on a cliff near the outskirts, and, I had to admit, it was quite spectacular of a house.

When I said it was located on a cliff, I actually meant it was located on the side of a cliff instead. It was slightly longer on Hunter's home, had two levels, and an outdoor pool that could easily fit two buses worth of people. It looked sophisticated with white walls, wooden flooring and panels, pure glass windows with no frame and was held on the cliff by thick support beams which kept the back end of the house from falling into oblivion. I could already see a dozen cars pulled into the driveway and onto the street with more already pulling up down the street. There was already a crowd of people hanging around outside the house with music loud enough for me to hear on the outside, and on the inside, I could definitely see a few dozen people hanging around. Night was slowly beginning to fall, which did give me a better advantage to blend in better, so I glided over to a secluded area surrounded by a few trees and made my descent, ducking behind the cover of the bushes and trees so that no one would see a freak with wings putting a shirt on. Once I was certain there were no cars coming and no one would walk up, I slipped out of the fortress of cover and proceeded towards the house. My jacket would conceal my wings for the most part, I mean, so long as no one decided to feel up my back enough to feel the bumps and ripples underneath the coat. Before I got to the house, I made sure to slip my glasses back on so that I would still have my identity of the average school kid heading to a popular party.

Some students I recognized from school ran past me for the house. The guy seemed to be chasing the girl, yet the girl just laughed and giggled gleefully. They were probably just toying around for the most part and were here just to have fun like I was, except I was also here to study how normal students act when they weren't in school.

Wow, that sounded really weird even to me.

I shook my head and continued on. Cars just flooded the long driveway and made it onto the lawn, most parked at awkward angles with large groups of people just standing around talking and laughing. The beat of the music could be heard from the house very clearly - a consistent beat with an obvious rhythm to dance along to. As I looked closer into the expensive looking home, I saw dozens, if not hundreds, of teens partying as if there were no more rules on the planet. Guys were dancing with girls, really close from what I saw, and groups of girls walked around and just chatted with a few guys at times.

Suddenly, while I was intensely looking at the house, a small group of guys bumped into me and stumbled past.

"O...Oh...sahwy..." one of them muttered almost to the point where he could no longer form a coherent sentence.

I caught the smell of alcohol on him and, from what I could smell, he had had more than enough for one night. My nose almost died from the stench. I shook my head again trying to get that moment, and terrible smell, out of my head while I continued to walk forward towards the rowdy crowd of teens.

As I neared the building, I smelled more alcohol and had to force myself into dealing with it while it crawled into my nose and burned it. Okay, not literally, but the smell was definitely something I was not used to and it burned my nose slowly. Soon, I past the pile of cars on the front lawn and waded my way through the groups of teens to the front door where I continued to see guys wobbling around wreaking of the blasted scent. Most were too impaired to form sentences or even stand for the matter; I looked over and watched as someone merely blew on an intoxicated dude and he fell right on his butt. They laughed while I moved on, but that did rub me the wrong way.

The door was thrust forward while a group of guys and girls ran out giggling and talking, bumping right into me and tripping. Knowing that this was a bad situation, I leapt past them and wandered inside through the mass crowd of people filling the...once exquisite. Dozens of red solo cups laid on the ground, some crushed and others kicked to the side, and I could see large spills of alcohol on the ground. No one seemed to mind, though.

At this point, I had adjusted to the smell to some degree and finally took my time analyzing things. There were a plentiful of girls wearing revealing clothing - lot of them wearing something skimpy/ not something you'd see someone wear in public - and there were guys dressed in sports attire, casual button-ups and jeans, hoodies, and baseball caps turned backwards. Guys were chatting girls up and leaving somewhere else a few minutes later, most people here seemed to be drinking, or were just flat out drunk and passed out on the couches or whatever seemed comfy, and amidst the loud thumping of music I could hear loud bangs coming from the second floor of the house. While there were numerous amounts of people dancing, drinking, and acting like nothing was wrong, there were a handful of people just standing around just observing like I was. No drinks in their hands, no beat to the feet, and no overall reaction to anything going on around them. Most from what I could see didn't seem interested in the party at all and looked bored honestly.

I walked over to one, a jackal girl with a black beanie and a few piercings. "Um, hello."

She didn't even look at me. "Listen, I'm not here to fuck, get drunk, or dance like an idiot, alright? Leave me the fuck alone."

That was a little rude, but I guess I could see where she was coming from. "Um, I'm not here for that either actually. Not sure...what to do."

She looked at me and I saw her blue eyes and black hair with green highlights. "You're that new guy, huh? My bad. Thought you were here to be another annoying fuck-boy trying to get in my pants."

"I'm guessing it's already happened to you?" I asked curiously. Were guys really this rude to girls at parties like this?

She sighed, though it was hard to hear over the music and laughter. "So far, five times. All drunks. All perverts. All idiots. Made them regret thinking I was some slut."

"What did you do?"

"Kicked them all in the balls."

Suddenly mine hurt just from the thought. "Oh, alright then. Uh...sorry for bothering you then. I'll leave you alone."

She raised a brow. "Thanks." She sounded less annoyed and moreso relieved.

I turned and walked away and immediately got lost in the sea of drunk teens. There seemed to be no end to the number of people here, and I highly doubted that I could even estimate how many had come to this party. The conversations I listened in on were vulgar, profane, sexual, and kind of disgusting. Guys were shouting at girls across the room to take their clothes off, girls were groping guys, and even I wasn't safe from either.

That also sounded weird.

I watched as several girls removed their tops and flashed all the dudes who wanted them to strip. I shook my head and turned away from the acts and tried to collect my thoughts even as I heard them continue on with their banter, lowering my face and wading through the crowd until I reached a not so crowded section of the house. It looked like a massive foyer to me - one round area with stairs going up along the wall and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, but the sad part was that the chandelier was covered in toilet paper. There wasn't a great deal of people hanging around this part of the home except for about a dozen or so scattered along the walls and stairs. I could pick up on casual conversations without hundreds of people crowding around me and a loud beat, and the painfully strong scent of alcohol, throwing off all my senses. The couples I was close to seemed to be talking either about clothes, their test grades, or what colleges they were planning to attend once high school was over. Well, I guess since they weren't buzzed and the girls weren't flashing their breasts to random dudes then I was pretty okay with this part of the house for the moment.

Deciding that I had plenty of "excitement" for the time being, I found the nearest wall I could get close to then promptly sat myself down and took a short breather. The faint beat from the music seemed to be the only thing that I could hear consistently as people walked by giggling and chatting while I recovered myself. My head ached after smelling so much alcohol and I was almost exhausted from wading through the massive crowd of people that seemed to pool around this house.

After a few minutes of sitting, I stood up and decided to explore a little more of the house. There was a second living room with a patio in the back overlooking the city, a fairly large pool that had dozens of intoxicated and overly excited people swimming in and congregating around it - in which, I had to save someone from almost drowning - and a kitchen that fit about two dozen people. The house itself was very nice, but it was littered with cups, drinks, food...and clothes. The last part almost sent shivers down my spine as I imagined girls and guys walking around in the buff. Were most parties like this? Was this what Hunter was trying to warn me about? Because, if this was it, I was going to have to give him one hell of an apology once I got home.

Finally, I got to the other side of the house and leaned against the wall while crowds of people waded past and looked for other ways to vandalize. While I took another breather, I felt someone grab my shoulder, which prompted me to sharply turn and grab their arm, yet my grip lessened once I saw that it was that girl who invited me. She looked too happy, had tight and revealing clothing on, and looked at me in a way that I honestly didn't like. The worst part was that she reeked of booze.

"OMG! You...made it!" she laughed as she used my shoulder for support. Clearly, she was drunk as drunk could be. "I thought...you weren't gonna come!" She hiccuped and giggled.

I looked around as people paid no mind to us. "Uh, yeah. Just wanted to check things out and see if it was worth coming."

She giggled again and tugged on my arm. "Hehehe...c'mon, silly. I wunna show...you somethung..." She struggled to find the right words.

I fought back for a second but, even for a drunk, she had enough strength to pull me forward and lead me wherever she wanted to. Well, I guess I couldn't just leave her out for the wolves... which means in other words, I didn't want to leave her to some random guys who would do anything to her if they were drunk too. She pulled me through the crowds of students and up the stairs where the foyer was, leading me through the upper levels of the home for about a minute or two. I could see couples making out everywhere we went - most of it dirty and disgusting to me. Loud thuds could be heard from the rooms around us along with the sounds of girls screaming but it didn't sound like a scream of distress considering there was a hint of laughter amidst the thuds.

Took me a minute to realize what it was and it sent shivers up and down my spine.

While we continued to wade through the river of partygoers, someone tugged on my coat and pulled me back and I soon found myself in the arms of a random girl I had never seen nor met and she almost had her lips pressed against mine once she had me in her grasp. I managed to move my head away from her lips and avoided the kiss altogether before I was tugged back by the girl who was leading me through this maze of a house. I saw her hiss at the girl who had tried to make-out with me, which caused her to stumble away. From that brief moment, I could tell she was as drunk as drunk could be and I nearly hurled.

Before I could, the girl pulled me once again down the upstairs rooms and managed to find one that wasn't a complete mess and didn't have a couple, or a dozen, all in the same room doing who knows what. I didn't have time to even protest before she pulled us inside and told me to shut the door. At this point I was afraid of what she had planned. Could she actually be part of the Division and planned to kill me? No, not even remotely possible. She was far too drunk for any kind of assassination, and I still had the motor ability and reaction time of ten master martial artists.

Deciding it was time to break the uneasy silence between us, I spoke. "Uh, so...what did you bring me here for again?"

She didn't even answer me but instead pulled her top off and told me exactly what she planned to do without even saying a word. I backed up against the door and watched as she strutted forward with her bare chest and slim body swaying from side to side right after me. She had already slipped out of her skirt and stood in nothing but panties and, from the way things were going, I had a feeling she planned to strip by the time she got to me.

I swallowed hard and felt a lump in my throat while she strutted to me. The amount of sweat pouring down my face seemed limitless, and I could barely move as I was lost in some sort of spell - paralyzed from her actions. She retained her sultry smile and look of pure desire as she neared me, causing my body to tense up and twitch, and I forced myself not to lose my cool or else my wings would extend and reveal to her what I really was. I had to find some way to get out of--

My train of thought was cut off once she had me pinned against the door clad in nothing. I was lost so far in deep throat of how to escape that I didn't even notice that she had relieved herself of her final piece of clothing. Damn.

One hand rested against my chest while the other worked along my shoulder and arm, causing me to shudder while she pressed her nude form against me. I had to turn my head just to keep the smell of alcohol from destroying my senses entirely, yet her breath and body just purely reeked of it. This was no longer beauty - this was purely disgusting.

The hand on my chest worked lower down to my stomach and it took me until them to realize what she was going for. Her other hand tilted my head to meet her eyes and our lips almost touched just as she made a reach for my crotch.

What was I supposed to do? I wanted to fit in so badly and be a normal teenager. This was apparently what normal teenagers do and I wanted to go along with it because I thought it would be the fastest means to becoming normal. Was I supposed to drink and party and do exactly what everyone else was doing and get wasted and have sex until I pass out? Was this what normal teenagers do? Is this what I wanted to be? Did I want to be some disgusting slob who had no respect for society, for friends, or even myself? Is this really what I want to be? Was I supposed to give in and let things happen and lose all hope within myself to get better and be someone I wasn't?

Suddenly, I heard Hunter's voice in my head:

"I want you to understand that not all people are trustworthy..."

My hand darted forward and grabbed her wrist inches from the spot. I stopped shaking. I stopped fidgeting. I stopped giving in. My body relaxed as I moved her hand away from my crotch and watched as she gave me this dumbfounded look and stared at me with needy and pleading eyes. I wasn't willing to sacrifice my self respect just to act like some "normal teenager" when I had people out there who honestly cared about me and didn't hang out with me just because of my looks or personality. I wasn't as shallow as the girl standing in front of me. She looked disgusting and ridiculous trying to seduce me and I stared daggers back at her even as she stumbled from side to side.

This was not worth my time. I had people to get to. Before I could leave, I knew there had to be a good way to keep her from following me and trying to seduce me again. Remembering what I learned from Delta, I grabbed her palm and the inside of her clavicle near her neck then pressed my thumbs down firmly on both spots and twisted, watching as she fell limp right in my arms almost instantly. It was perfect considering that she was already a drunken mess who was already on the verge of passing out and it was too easy knocking her out with that technique considering I knew exactly where to do it. I helped the unconscious girl back into her clothes as best as I could and put her under the sheets of the bed instead of just leaving her on the floor looking like some sort of wreck, even though she already looked like she just got out of some sort of fight.

Once the deed was done, I opened the door and shut it. I had noticed that most of the doors that had loud thuds and groups of people inside them had socks on the doorknobs, so I figured the best way to keep people from coming inside was to simply adopt the same pattern and put my own on the door she was in. Despite her intentions, I couldn't stoop down to a low level just to do something vindictive. Worse, I didn't want her to get raped, which would leave me as the person who let it happen and I'd never be able to live with myself knowing I could ruin someone's life without thinking carefully.

I pulled up my hood and casually strolled back around the inside balcony back to the stairs leading to the foyer. Apparently there was a large group of students hanging around this area. The music had died down and the actual lights had been turned on. Many students crowded the area around the staircase, making it hard to get down just to see what the issue was. The strong scent of alcohol and cannabis was killing my senses and making it extremely difficult to focus properly, but I managed to push past the discomfort of the situation around me in order to make it down the staircase and stand along the ring of students who had crowded around this one buff dude who I suspected was behind this. With one look at him, I had this rotten feeling inside me. I kinda wanted to slug him in the face as hard as I could.

He was tall hyena, broad-shouldered and toned as far as I could see. He wore this dark green jersey that had the number fifty eight on it with a pair of dark fitted jeans on and his eyes had a disgusting look to them that almost made me punch him. The drink in his hand almost made me do it. I managed to get in on the conversation just as he started apparently.

Random people continued to shout "GO KEVIN!" from the crowd of students which gave me an easy take on who the hell this guy was. "Alright, alright! Settle down everyone!" He shouted, allowing the audience to settle down before he would talk further. "Alright, it's time for the graaaaand finale, ladies and gentlemen!"

There was a massive roar from the crowd of intoxicated students from all around me as they cheered him on. Amidst the crowd, I saw about two dozen people push people of the crowd away to get to the front and head right out the door before the guy named Kevin could continue on with his speech. Among one of them was the girl I saw from earlier.

The guy grabbed her arm and stopped her before she could leave. "And where do you think you're going, good looking?"

She waved a hand in front of her face and looked disgusted. Seems she could smell the alcohol on his breath just as easily I could smell it all around me. "Getting away from this place before shit hits the fan and you get dicked over, fuckwad."

His smile wavered for a moment. "Heh, aw come on! You're about to miss the best part of tonight's party! C'mon, please stay!" He almost sounded desperate.

The girl's frown never wavered unlike his smile. Instead, she pulled her hand free of his grasp and slapped him so hard across the face that it caused the entire crowd of students to go silent for a few long moments.

The look on her face was one of sheer anger and ferocity and then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Lay another hand on me and I swear to God that I hit you so hard that daddy won't ever be able to fix your disgusting excuse of a face. Got it?"

The look on his face was one of disbelief yet it seemed he relinquished. "Y-yeah. Fine...leave." He sounded like a whiny puppy who just got beat too hard.

She and the rest of her group filed out shortly after, which just happened to be enough time for Kevin to get his bearings straight. He put the inebriated smile back on his face and threw his arms in the air as if nothing had happened. "Who needs'em right?" He shouted.

The crowd of students roared again which caused the mood to be less tense. I wanted to say something but was still too caught up in what was happening that I forgot to join the posse leaving and...well, leave. Instead, I pulled my hood further down and made sure my face was barely visible and tried to blend in with everyone else.

He cleared his throat before continuing. "Now, some of you are probably thinking 'Gee, Kevin, what's this big finale you're talking about?' and all that, right? Well, instead of telling you guys, I'm just gonna pick out someone from the audience from random and tell them...but you all are going to love seeing this."

Almost as if on cue, the guy snapped his fingers and three people entered the house. They weren't part of the crowd of students that left just a few moments ago -No, they looked like the guy who had everyone's attention: built, menacing, and kind of dumb. Two wolves with matching leather jackets and faded jeans and faces that would tell most people they were not meant to be toyed with. The one in the middle looked no more than fifteen and was easily a foot and a half smaller than the near six foot dudes leading him inside the house. The dragon kid wore a pair of glasses, a white button-up with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of khaki shorts. From the way he held himself, he didn't look all that confident and honestly looked intimidated not just by the crowd but from the two brutes standing behind him and Kevin. I could almost see the drops of sweat sliding down his face as he looked from side to side nervously.

What wasn't clicking to me was that this kid was here. Given that nearly everyone here was drunk or had some form of drink and that some were having sex or had sex, this kid was at the wrong place. He was too short and too youngish looking to even pass for an eighteen year old, let alone a twenty-one old. The guys behind him? Probably anywhere from seventeen to eighteen, but nowhere beyond that.

Suddenly, the two brutes pushed the kid forward right into Kevin, who spun him around and pressed his fist against the dragon's head mane and ruffled it. The kid pushed him away and shook slightly. Kevin and the two goons chuckled lowly so that no one, besides me, could hear them. The tone of their laughter was off-putting.

"You know I hate that!" the kid squeaked, which caused the trio to chuckle and snicker a little more, causing the kid to blush and look down nervously.

Kevin cleared his throat. "Alright, whatever. Have you been enjoying yourself tonight, Jimmy?" He asked almost in a mocking tone, adding a slight snicker at the end.

The dragon named Jimmy looked up and readjusted his glasses. "Y-yeah."

The two guys snickered while Kevin continued. "Good, good. Listen, we got a big surprise for you! Ain't that right everyone?" He bellowed for the entire crowd to hear, and no sooner did they chant his name and start cheering like a bunch of drunk idiots.

"What's the surprise?" Jimmy asked softly.

Kevin wrapped his arm around the kid's neck and gestured to the crowd of people. "Oh, I'm not gonna show you what the surprise is, Jim." He was already looking around the crowd of people. What was he looking for? Who was he looking for? He seemed to be looking for someone who wasn't drunk out of their mind considering that he looked at everyone and shook his head.

Then he locked his eyes with mine and I knew I was busted. I cursed softly as he threw a wicked smile right at me. My wings vibrated from the contact, which told me that I wasn't going to like him at all.

He slid his arm out from Jimmy's neck. "Wait here a sec, Jay."

"It's Jimmy."

"Whatever."

He completely disregarded the dragon's comment and strode right towards me. I concentrated to keep my wings from ripping out from my coat, but the closer her got, the more I could feel them wanting to just tear through and blow him away. I adjusted my own glasses before he stood a foot from me then met his eyes -- god, I already hated him the moment I saw him and now I had to make decent eye contact with him -- where he eyed me up and down a few times.

He then smiled and gestured to the crowd. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen! We have a winner! My new friend here..." He looked at me and leaned in to whisper "What's your name?"

I hesitated and thought it wasn't a good idea to tell him my real name. It was only safer that way. "It's...Brian."

His ears perked up and smiled again. "My new friend Brian will be giving Johnson his prize!"

I could hear Jimmy utter under his breath "It's Jimmy," again but now probably wasn't the best of times to call him out on it. He looked nervous and scared as hell, and I didn't want to add to his stress levels.

"What am I doing?" I asked him.

It took a second for him to turn around and answer me. When he did, he leaned in close and merely whispered so that no one could hear. In the meantime, his buddies were playing rough with the kid by pushing him around. I could tell that he was on the verge of crying if there weren't a crap ton of people around to see him.

"Alright," he whispered into my ear. "you're gonna take this kid outside. Take him to where to find a red Ferrari, then tell him to wait at the head of the carport. You're gonna find a bucket of green paint and then you're gonna have some fun."

"What're you talking about?"

He threw his head back and groaned softly. "Are you that stupid, man? You're gonna dump all the paint on the kid and send every pic you take to me!"