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Interactions: Tommy, Vicky, Ella
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In a moment, it was over.  In a moment, Corey went from a scared and confused kid to nothing.  Every hope, dream, and plan that he had was now gone.  And it was all Tyler’s fault.  He was surprised by how little he felt in regard to it.  It was an honest mistake.  He did not mean to swap Vicky with a still living person, and he was certain that anyone would have made a mistake given the circumstances.  There was a big fucking monster, magic was real, he wasn’t given an instruction manual on how to handle the fucking weird as fuck situation he was now in.  Tyler took a deep breath.  His face remained chiseled, stoic, perfect, handsome, inspiring, and most importantly of all cut, yet his eyes were just a hair wider than they normally would be, even during the most stressful of games.  Tyler pushed down the thoughts of his newfound murderer status and simply stood his ground.  Staring at the red that painted the wall.  Wondering who was going to tell Corey’s folk what really happened?  

Tyler suddenly felt a hand enter his and squeeze.  Tyler blinked, and his eyes finally left the bloodied wall and searched for who had made the mistake of trying to comfort him when he clearly did not need it.  Vicky’s blood-soaked frame was the culprit.  All of a sudden, the complicated world around him made sense.  There was no monster, no magic, and none of the kids were dead.  This was all one giant fucking prank that Vicki was pulling at his expense.  She had obviously bullied everyone to fall in line for this, spiked his drink, and was about to reveal that this was all her doing.

[color=b13a3a]”You owe me a fucking drummer, Tyler!”[/color]

[color=C0C0C0]“Oh shut your fucking mouth you paid fucki-”[/color]

Vicky squeezed his hand tighter, her nails digging into his skin in a not pleasant, but not entirely unpleasant manner.  Wait.  Were the rumors true?  Did she actually like him?  And by saving her life, was she revealing that disgusting truth to him?  This would be a terrible time for something like a meet-cute, and Tyler knew as much.  Thus, was she angling for a meet ugly instead?  Neither trope lined up to his expectation of when a trope like that would be used, and he knew that some idiot like Vicky would know that.  She seemed like the kind of girl who would pretend to be this evil bitch in real life, only to go home and lie under the covers reading Yuri fanfiction of some terrible show.  She would know that right now, of all times, especially if this was not a joke and the monster was indeed real, it was a terrible time to not think this through.  Therefore, he knew that this couldn't be a casual admittance of what she felt.  Tyler knew this because she lacked the capacity to feel anything at all.  So this wasn’t anything romantic, and there must be a perfectly logical explanation for why she looked at him and squeezed his hand tighter.  A second later, it dawned on him.  She truly was into him.  The stress had finally knocked some sense into her thick skull about how awesome he was.  Joke's on her, though; she was totally not his type, and he was totally not into his childhood rival.

[color=32cd32]“Fuck her, let’s go.”[/color] 

Let’s go?  Let’s go?  Was she really asking him out at a time like this?  Tyler looked back towards Lexi and tried to offer a meek ‘sorry bout your drummer’ before it returned to Vicky.  The nerve.  It was astonishing how much nerve she carried around daily, but this took the cake.  Even as she draped her possibly dead boyfriend's letterman jacket over her arm, Tyler wanted to give her a piece of his mind.  How dare she set up this cruel and unusual prank?  How dare she make him think that he murdered a kid?  How dare she grab his hand to embarrass him in front of the team?  Tyler turned back towards Lexi, ready to ask if she was in on the joke too, when suddenly he felt a gentle tug on his arm.  He turned back and, once again, it was Vicky pulling him from the danger.  She tugged at his arm with a gentle pull.  Far too gentle for how she normally treated him.  Tyler did not like this.  Tyler did not like not knowing what was going through his rival's head.  

Thanks to his superior sense of where every object was in the nearby area, he became acutely aware that he was now in the middle of the monster and Vicky.  Finally, it made sense.  All of this wasn’t a joke; it was a distraction.  Vicky used what little feminine energy she had to summon a little charm to distract Tyler from the fact that she was now using him as a meatshield. There it was, his rival returning to form!  Sure, she lost her boyfriend in an incredibly awful manner, and she also nearly died at the hands of a monster, and also experienced the incredibly traumatic murder of all the other students, but that did not stop the heartless, wicked witch of Cornell from trying to one-up him.  Of course, she would realize that the only way she could be better than him was if he were dead.  He could practically see the fucking glee she felt as this played out.  

And then the ground shook again, and all that possible bravado disappeared, and suddenly Vicky looked like every other scared teenage girl going through a traumatic moment in life.  And all of a sudden, all the rage that Tyler had in his heart for this girl faltered for just a moment, and all he wanted to do was tell her everything was going to be okay.  

[b][color=32cd32]“IT’S BEHIND YOU, YOU DUMB BITCH! LOOK OUT!”[/color][/b]

And if Vicky, Vicky fucking Prescott, the queen bitch of Cornell, could look out for someone so obviously beneath them, then the hero of the school could step up and play the part.  

[color=e77fbf]"But what can we do? Kari?"[/color]

Tyler, letting Vicky still hold onto his one arm, reached down and grabbed a piece of concrete that had broken free thanks to whatever the monster threw away.  He turned, squared his shoulders to the monster, and readied his strongest throw. With one quick, decisive moment, he wound it up and let it rip.  And as it flew through the air, Tyler selected the concrete chunk and swapped it with one of the big speakers that was still upright, causing the speaker to slam into the beast's leg.  

[color=C0C0C0]“We can fucking [b]RUN[/b].”[/color]  Tyler turned towards the gap in the wall and escaped from the madness.  Tyler knew he had to survive this night, because he had just gained so much ammunition to use against Vicky for the rest of their life.