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Interactions: Tommy, Vicky, Corey, Dead Guy
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Tyler was disgusted.

It wasn’t the fact that Vicky was [i]still[/i] holding his hand like some pathetic kid who needed to be comforted.  Why else would that freak still be doing this?  It wasn’t like there was a way for Vicky to spin this to make herself look good.  She was covered in blood, blood, gallons of the stuff.  If anyone got a photo of her, they would have all the fucking ammunition they needed to shut her down in every last circle she dreamed of being the queen bee of.  Not just because red was totally not her color or anything like that.  Still, they would need to survive the night to bring that ammunition to bear.  While she was doing a lot of the work to drag them from the raging death cult fuckery behind them, let’s be honest, it is the least she could do.  Tyler may be the actual impressive physical specimen between the two of them, but he could not risk damaging the product to save someone as delicate and needy as Vicky.  There was nothing else to be read from him following behind Vicky and letting her take charge.  He was just the star athlete, letting the lemming lead the way through the potential danger outside the factory.

Finally.  

Tyler sighed in relief as it finally happened.  His eyes rested on the treeline that the duo had finally reached.  Was it the safety that the treeline offered that caused him to feel at ease?  Was it the thought that once he got home, he had access to his family's gun safe, and he wondered how bulletproof that monster was?  Or was it because it meant that the other losers who refused to flee would learn their lesson the hard way?  No.  It was because Vicky [i]finally[/i] released her death grip on his hand.  That freak would begin to think too far into what it meant when a guy and a girl held hands for more than five seconds, if that carried on too much longer, and Tyler did not want to be the asshole.  That was a lie.  He really wanted to crush that hope and dream.  Of course, that dittzy hair for brains would want to leech off his success, and this was her attempt to do so.  What a..

[color=32cd32]“I. Wan. Na. Go. Home!”[/color]

Fuck.  Tyler looked down as she turned into a crying teenager, completely detached from the cool, collected, and in control visage she adopted at all times.  She truly looked even more pathetic than she did every time her fuck ass boyfriend tried to do anything cute or lovey dovey.   Couldn’t she fucking take the hint that Chet loved her?  Tyler’s eyebrows shot up just a hair.  It finally made sense.  All of this, the handholding, her face in his chest, and even the sobbing, was because she knew that her man loved her, and was still dealing with the fact that he had been brutally murdered in front of her.  This was not her confessing any sort of actual feelings for him, but rather asking the only man who had the stomach to have been around her since they were kids for help.  Did this make them friends?  Tyler hopped not.  All he wanted to do right in this moment was sneak his phone out, take several photos and maybe a video, toss something, and teleport away so she could wallow in her pity.  Yet this was not the time nor the place anymore.  If Tyler wanted to be the hero that he knew he was, and that his strange ancestor ghost expected him to be, he needed to step up to the plate and lead by example.

[color=C0C0C0]“Okay,”[/color] Tyler paused as he gently placed a hand on each of Vicky’s shoulders, and with a gentle push, got her off his chest.  He offered the sniffling, sniveling, and straight-up crying girl a warm smile.  [color=C0C0C0]“Okay,”[/color] Tyler leaned down and picked up two rocks with his one hand and showed them to Vicky, expecting her to at least have the bare minimum brain processing power to understand what his intent was.  But just in case.  [color=C0C0C0]“Let’s go home.  I will toss these ahead and swap our positions with them,”[/color] Tyler paused as he threw the stones and turned off all senses.  He quickly found the position of the two stones and locked on with his magic, and then locked on to himself.  Before he could do the same for Vicky, he swapped and was suddenly several feet in the air and traveling at a high speed towards a fleeing guy.

[color=C0C0C0]“[b]WHAT THE FU-[/b],”[/color] Tyler’s voice cut out as he collided with the man, tumbling with him through the forest before coming to a rest.  Tyler lay where he fell for just a second before he pushed himself off the ground, straddling the person beneath him as he tried to see who he had fallen on.  A scowl crossed his face as his hands balled into fists, and proverbial steam exited his nose.  

[color=C0C0C0]“You.”[/color]