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[code]Hillview High – Mason Square[/code] [hr]

The chest opening had revealed texts – but from what Caelea could see they were in a completely different language. She inspected them but couldn’t actually figure anything out. Well, that wasn’t useful at all.

Everything had pretty quickly turned against Britney, which was something she could get behind. She never had been a big fan of the girl and it was obvious that she was hiding. Not just something, a lot. Tuyen didn’t say anything, but wasn’t sure she wanted to find out whatever Britney knew. Wouldn’t that just make things worse? She’d honestly rather be in the dark for this one.

Britney gave them the information that she’d been asked (though it seemed a bit forced) but there was no time to actually dwell on it.

“Shit,” Rien gasped out upon seeing Scott, taking a step back at the murder and trying to not panic. They were quick to pull out their sketchpad, trying not to think about what happened, and start drawing. They retreated a bit back as they drew a realistic gun – hoping they’d finish it in time, that it would work and that they knew how to use it. Caelea, on the other hand, just braced herself to fight even though she still didn’t really know what her abstraction really was. 

Tuyen tried not to actually throw up when Dexter was disembowelled in front of them, breath quickly turning panicked from seeing Scott again. What could she even do? It was just like every other time something like this happened.

I can help you, if you ask.

Tuyen ignored the voice in her mind. There was no way that it, and her shadow, could help. They’d been anything but helpful so far. She didn’t want to ask it for help. 

Wouldn’t it be easier to?

In front of her eyes everything changed – people weren’t ready to fight but instead they were all dead, Scott covered in their blood. Tuyen took a step back and could feel bile rising in the fact of her throat again. This couldn’t be real, could it? She hadn’t seen Scott kill anyone else. You could stop this, and be useful for once.

“Tuyen, move back,” Min had moved to his cousin – as far as he was aware neither of them had abstractions useful in a fight. It would be best for them to get behind the ones that did. He didn’t even have a weapon on him like the girl that had just attacked.

Except Tuyen didn’t seem to hear him or be paying attention to anything else. This forced Min to basically grab her and pull her back away from the fight.