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((don't get too caught up in the order of things in this chapter ^.^

And I know it's shorter, and I apologize. And if you feel bad after this go back to that last chappie! Remember how good that one was??

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"Hello this is 911 what's your emergency?"

"T-there's- I- There's been- I don't know what- It just.. It just happ-"

"Sir, sir calm down. Everything's going to be okay. Where are you?"

"I- I-I'm just- I-" all the words caught in his throat. He kept going over what had happened, he kept telling himself, but everything was going through his mind in such a rapid passion he just... he couldn't spit out the words.

"Sir I'm going to need you to calm down. Take in a few deep breaths, and tell me where you are."

"I'm.. I- y-yes.. Yes of course." WHERE WERE THEY? They- no, they were.

Water.

They were by.. By the water. By... by what water? Ocean? Pond? Lake- no, wait. Pond's too- no. Breath.

They were driving.

Remember to breath.

They- yes!

The words describing where they were practically fell out of his mouth in this one messy jumble of words. He himself couldn't even tell what he had said, but apparently the operator did.

"Help is on the way sir, now, can you describe what happened?"

"I... i don't.. I don't know..."

"I'll stay on the line with you, just keep talking. I'm here, and help is on the way. No need to panic."

Bullsh.it!

BREATH.

Deep breaths.

In.

Out.

Out.

No- out.

No, no. In. In. Breath in-

No breath out now.

He wanted to say everything. He wanted to scream at the operator that his mind was in chaos, he wanted to describe every feeling that was writhing and squirming in his body. But he couldn't.

The only words he could push out were,

"There is every reason to panic."

--

Splash!

His body slammed into the water with a giant force, bubbles rising up around him. His eyes snapped open, a stone cold feeling slowly beginning to spread across his chest. He could feel all of his breath leave his lungs, and a feeling of panic began to set in.

He wanted to get up to the surface. He could see it. He could see the reflection of the setting sun splash across the water above him. He could see- practically touch the faint outline of the dock above him. He tried to move his legs, but they refused to listen to him. All of his limbs felt heavy. He was sinking, and sinking fast.

He managed to lift his arm up to the surface, a few air bubbles escaping his mouth.

And then the panic left him, and was instead replaced with this eery calm. He knew his lungs were fighting for breath. He could see his hand reaching towards the surface. But the cold felt comforting. He could feel the darkness calling for him, like a sailor to a siren. It was right there... and it was so close. All he had to do was stop fighting. He deserved it, he deserved to leave. He just did a horrible thing... why shouldn't he be taken away? He felt so... numb suddenly. So empty.

Why fight?

He gently closed his eyes, letting the darkness invite him. He let it wrap it's arms around him, and consume him.

Splash!

He was shocked out of his appeal for the abyss when he felt a pair of warm hands wrap around him. He realized what he was doing, and he realize what he had accepted. And he didn't want to accept it. His brain was snapped out of it's trance, and suddenly he could feel every little thing around him. He could feel the water in his mouth, his body fighting for oxygen, but only receiving water. Suddenly it felt like he was in pure hell.

He could feel his body being tugged up towards the surface, but he felt like a lead weight. He still couldn't move, his limbs wouldn't respond to him. He wanted to help his rescuer, he did. He could practically feel them starting to struggle with his weight. Their movements kept faltering, and every once in awhile they'd sink down a foot or so before going back up again.

But before he knew it he was fading away, and any chance at him helping to get them back to the surface was gone.

--

"What the hell are you doing!?" he threw out a punch, but instead of coming in contact with the man's face the guy simply caught his fist, twisting it before flinging him back.

"Look, sir, you are clearly drunk." she backed up nervously. She glanced back at the water behind her, taking another step back on the dock. "How about... You leave us alone, and we will forget any of this ever happened."

"You know I once had a friend like you once.." the man murmured, advancing on her.

"O-oh? What happened to her?"

"She betrayed me, and I hit her over the head with a bottle." he grumbled.

Her eyes widened and she took even more steps back, biting down on her cheek. She could feel, actually feel her hands shaking. She didn't know what she was supposed to do- what do people do in situations like this?

They stop being such little babies, that's what.

She quickly looked around her. Okay. Some smaller rocks to her left, some weird... can thing on the post to her right, or she could go all natural style and just try to hit him with her fists.

Yeah, maybe not that.

"Maybe your friend just got tired of dealing with you." she snapped.

"What did you say to me!?" his eyes flashed and he picked up the pace, heading right for her.

Her breath hitched in her throat and she backed up into the wooden post, putting her hands behind her. They fumbled around for a second as they searched and tried to get the can- but it was more stuck then she recalled.

Next thing she knew a fist was flying at her- hitting her right in the temple.

Her head went flying to the right side- towards the water, and along it the rest of her body. She ripped the can out of it's place with her left hand, grabbing hold of the post with her right to steady herself. She swung her left hand down with the rest of the body, building up momentum.

She twisted her body back, swinging her left hand back in his direction with as much force as she could muster in that moment. When he made contact he stumbled back a few feet, far away enough for her to completely balance herself and take a step away from the edge.

His hands immediately went to the spot where the can had hit him, and she was suddenly very aware of her own labored breathing, and her heart beat. She felt like she was on fire- and she didn't know if it was fear or just plain adrenaline, but she wasn't as frozen up as she was originally.

The guy slowly looked back up at her, blood running down his face. Apparently the can was a little sharp.

She bit her lip, her eyes glancing down at the rocks to her left. She had a second to this. Only a second- got them!

Before the guy could start another advance towards her she sprinted right in his direction, her eyes focusing on him, dead center. She lifted her right hand- the one with the rocks- and slapped him right across the face, making sure to grate and push the rocks back and into his face. She swung her left hand down low, aiming the can at his stomach.

Suddenly his hand grabbed her left wrist and her heart stopped. She had a few milliseconds to brace herself for what was going to happen next, and her eyes went up to meet his.

She just stared into his eyes before he shoved her away from him, swiftly taking the can away from her grasp.

A yelp escaped her lips as she fell back, her back scraping against the dock before her head collided with the post she had formerly taken the can from. Her vision went black for a few moments, but it slowly started to come back, but not really. It was all still... so blurry, so vague. But it was detailed enough so that she could see the man's face.

She looked back up at him in time to see him running at her with the can in hand, the can aimed for her neck. He had the look of a madman, and it scared her to death. His eyes were wild and crazy, ones that resembled an out of control animal. He seemed out for blood, and he was going to get it. But his own blood was dripping down his face, coating his eyelid and slowly dripping off of his eyelashes.

"YOU DON'T TOUCH HER!" a voice screeched, her friend leaping out of nowhere. He tackled the man to the ground from the side, the two of them tumbling towards the side of the dock, right at the edge.

Her eyelids felt... heavy. Something felt wrong.

She felt a trickle of liquid spill down her face, and suddenly she was very aware of the warm... liquidy feeling at the back of her head, which was dripping down her neck and into her shirt.

She couldn't... fall asleep. She couldn't fade away, not at this time. She wanted to help. She had to help.

She had to help.

--

He kept on punching him, over and over, time and time again. How dare he have the decency to attack her like that, talk to her like that. He was just scum, he was actual scum who didn't deserve to talk to any of them.

He felt the blood on his knuckles, he felt them crack open, he could feel them bruising, and he could hear the cracking. He could feel the blood as it splattered onto his face, onto his neck, onto his clothes. Did he care? No. He was finally doing what he had denied himself for so long. The thing that was so wrong, and the thing that he had tried for so long not to do.

And God, did it feel refreshing. All he could feel was rage, pure rage. His vision turned red, and all he could do was keep pounding and pounding. The power he could feel behind his punch, that feeling of dominance he had been subconsciously craving for so long. He felt this... inner monster jump out of joy whenever he came into contact with the squishy flesh, that look of pain on the man's face.

The human body was so fragile... and he had the power. He had the power to tear it apart, he decided the fate of this man, and what happened to him. And what his fate was was his fist. He was strong, he knew that. He had proved that multiple times. It didn't take much for him to take someone down. He didn't do it anymore, because he didn't want to.

But how... dare he.

And then he felt something that made him freeze. Hee could swear he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he just stopped, his fist mid-air.

A soft breeze flew through the area, rustling through his hair. It brushed past his cheek, and he could practically feel the rage drain out of him. His vision returned to normal, and his breathing calmed down. He bit his lip, slowly lowering his fist. He glanced over at his knuckles. Just as he suspected, bruised and broken.

He glanced back down at the man before slowly rising back to his feet. There was so much blood. So... so much blood. He stood over him for awhile, his hair falling down in front of his face.

He turned his back to the man, glancing up at the sky. Thank God he had come to his senses. He still felt guilty for that moment though. It was very... in the moment. He didn't mean to, it just happened. It was like some inner monster had come out, a monster that thirsted for blood, and it finally got it.

Or was h-

A startled yell escaped his lips when he felt arms wrap around his neck. The guy attached himself to his back, and his hands immediately went to the arms around his neck. He dug his fingernails in between his neck and the guy's arms, trying desperately to pry him off. He stumbled forwards a little bit, thriving and spinning around. He pivoted, he jerked, and finally he managed to get him to loosen a bit. But he was losing air. He could still get at it, but it was still majorly blocked.

But no, seriously, what the heck. He just beat this guy to a bloody pulp- he should not be able to walk. But it seemed the man had gained some last minute adrenaline.

His eyes went to the edge of the dock, an idea popping into his head. He ran forwards towards the edge, and right at the last second he hooked his hands onto the guy's ankles and thrust his own body downwards. Taking advantage of that extra force he shoved his hands up, throwing the man off of his back and flinging him towards the water.

The man let go of his neck- but as a desperate attempt to reach out for anything he grabbed onto his hair and threw him forward into the water- further away from him.

His body went hurtling towards the surface of the water, and all he could feel was pain. His body did it's own little flip, so instead it was his back that took all of the impact of the water.

Blood.

Lots of blood.

Splash!

So, thought on who any of these people are?

Sorry for playing the pronoun game.

It's just fun.

And... rather difficult at times.

c:

Song: Irreplaceable by Madilyn Paige