The Look Alike. (Closed)

Maisie had fallen asleep on the rooftop. Ever since Jonathan had shown her that place, a place to sit and think and smoke cigarettes, she'd come there, either with him or alone, to where the smoke filtered cleanly into the air and where the wind whipped the smell from her clothes. She liked it up there. It was away from people, it was away from her uncle, it was away from her mom.

She woke up at around 3 pm, having went up there at noon. She couldn't say she didn't have classes that day, that she didn't skip one or five. That rooftop seemed like a shutaway, a place where no one could touch her. She began to feel invincible, and started to stay up there and run away from her problems.

She came down at 3:15, planting her feet on the grounds of the bustling courtyard. The girl stopped, sketched on in time. What was she going to do then? She felt the need to find her pink haired friend, but where could he be?

It happened in an instant. Maisie's "What the fuck" was muffled by the vine wrapped across her teeth. Just what in the fuck was going on? She couldn't turn around, as she was bound by the same vines that gagged her. People looked on, some confused, some scared, shouts of "What's going on," "Is this a practical joke," and "Someone call help!" echoing through the courtyard.

It was quite an adventure. The whole time, Maisie screamed with the fire of a thousand suns, bit at the vines with no avail. That shit was like steel. All the while, she tried to get a good look at her captor, see who he was so he could understand why he was doing this. From what she saw, he didn't look like anyone she knew. When he sat her down, she had already sustained scrapes from the branches they passed under, lacerations from fighting with the vines. She glared at him with the stare of an adder, but the moist in her eyes was there. Someone had to save her. Someone had to see it happen. She left her bag in the Courtyard.

The first hit was surprising. She had never seen this asshole in her live! It was obvious that he was crazy, and that she was in trouble, and if she could only speak, would tell him it was a misunderstanding and that he would be pissing watermelons after she was done with him. But after the second strike, it got too real for her to feel any pride, any sense of superiority. She screamed through the vines, "Fuck you!" It was comprehensible. Her cheeks were red with palms and crying.

Magic wasn't able to get to the scene people were freaking out about fast enough. When he got there, there was nothing there except for a small dispersing crowd. Though he could still hear it.. A girl screaming or at least trying. Magic looked around at the clearing, and then he paused when he noticed a person who seemed kind of fit for this kind of thing. "Hey you!" He said pointing at Liam. "Come with me." He said before taking off into the direction Modem went.

It didn't take to long for him to find the clearing, and some kind of weird thing in the trees? He didn't know. He knew Liam wasn't to far behind him. He flinched when he heard a loud aggressive scream. Why did people have to be so loud? But then again it's kind of what helped Magic find them. "Hey fuck face!" Mason called out to the plant boy. Trying to get the attackers attention away from the girl. This wasnt a pretty sight at all.  "I got a bone to pick with you!"

Oh my God. He was really going to kill her. She pleaded with her eyes, wondering what the hell she did to deserve this, and the knife fell on her in slow motion as she...thought. She thought of her short time at the school, with that ginger boy and Jonathan and Jane and Mom and Serenity. She wished she had said more to Serenity, been around her more. She thought of her friends back home, the ones she said she'd see in a few years but that would find out she'd been killed by a psycho in some paper somewhere. She thought of her pa. Her father would probably be back in the states at that moment. Maybe she should have checked. Maybe she should have called him. Tears of acceptance streamed down the sides of her face, and she shut her eyes. It didn't hurt too much when they blade entered. She wasn't even sure it happened at first, but pressure exploded from her torso, and she let out a muffled squeak, lurching upward. At that point, she heard other voices, but decided not to move. The wound had begun to bleed. She wanted badly to cover it with her bound hands.

It was weird how things could go from zero to hundred in a matter of seconds. One moment, Liam had been walking down the sidelines of the courtyard, admiring the ugly color of his new summer uniform. The next moment, there were screams, shouts, and quickly gathering crowd. Curiosity had quickly gotten the best of him. With narrowed eyes, the red-head sidetracked to the commotion, pushing his way through the crowd and seeing the strangest disappearing shadow in the distance, fleeting off into the forest. A eerily familiar bag was left on the ground, abandoned. "What the...?" His gaze flicked upward, catching the sharp look of a school Prefect pointing a finger straight at him. 'Why me?'

He wasn't about to argue it, or rather, he didn't have time. Magic took off to a quick sprint through the forest and Liam followed, doing his best to stay at his heel. Staring straight ahead, he couldn't be sure if they were even going in the right direction, but the Prefect seemed to know what he was doing.

When they'd finally reached the clearing, Liam couldn't help but think it looked like something pulled out of a Grade-B Horror Movie. Whatever was going on, or whoever it was they were after, were inside the strangest tree-fort- ... Hell, he didn't have a clue of what to call it. Through the woven walls of wood and vines, he could barely make out a few movie shapes inside.

'It's gonna take more then dirty name calling to get this guy out,' He thought to himself. The young man's gaze traveled to the top of Modem's creation, where jagged thorns made it seemingly impossible to get in. 'This place really is a freak show.'

The Summer brought his hand up, flames engulfing his hand with the simplest snap of his fingers. His gaze traveled to the peak of the wall and he shot his out his arm. A column of fire followed his every movement, lashing out like a whip and crashing against Modem's ugly creation. 'Come on out!" He thought tauntingly, attacking again at the wall, burning away another sizable chunk off the top.

Magic hit the ground but he didn't bother with the slight pain he felt from falling to the ground. He just watched as the thorns tried to work their way onto his arms, but after they receded, he stood up once again. The fire was moving to slow.. They wouldn't be able to get to the girl in time at this rate.. But if he tried to break the trees using sound, and one of them fell then there was a chance the girl would be crushed. His power honestly had to large of a range of effect.. He couldn't blind the attacker, without blinding the others there...

Maybe he could get in there somehow? He could probably get in by climbing into the trees and over, but he would be putting himself at risk. He needed to get the insane boy away from the girl before he could actually do any damage. Maybe a simple push back would do? It would have to work for now. Taking a deep breath in, Magic opened his mouth, and let out a scream, that couldn't be heard, but still had an effect. Seeing how it was sound it would pass through the trees with no problem, and hopefully throw the boy away a good distance.

Liam gritted his teeth as he was turn down to the ground, letting out an annoyed hiss through his teeth and burning away the vines that tried to tie him down. What little that hadn't been burned to ash appeared to be quickly falling away on their own anyways. "What now...?" He glanced aside at the prefect whom, from his point of view, was merely staring down the giant wooden prison with his jaw stretched open. 'Okay... Fuck this.' He wasn't about to stay on the ground and wait to be tied up again while Prefect-man yawned it up against them.

Once Magic was started to relax some, the Summer dug his feet firmly into the ground, putting his fists to the earth and stared down. Fire erupted from below him as he sprang into the air. It followed him closely as he flew, pushing up further upward until he found his footing in the charcoal at the peek of the wall. It was hard to see through the burning smoke, but it was that or try and balance on a load of 'Fuck Face's' thorns.

He couldn't tell if Modem was still standing there, but decided he didn't care and risked it, jumping down into the inside clearing.