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You were walking to a party that your friend invited you to. The party wasn't as fun as you thought it would be, since everyone was completely wasted. After the party, it was really late, and you needed to get home quickly. However, four drunk teenage boys, specifically the jocks on the football team, followed you home. They soon had you pinned to the wall.

Swift:
I was absolutely terrified. I had never gone to a party like this one before, and I hardly ever went out without pepper spray. It was a huge mistake not to bring it now. I struggled against their grip, but surprisingly they held on. 'Funny, I thought they would've fallen on their asses by now. Guess not.' I thought, my mind racing. I would've called for help, but one of them had a hand on my mouth. I got this funny feeling of deja vu, like this had happened to me before. I felt my phone buzzing, but I couldn't answer, due to the fact I was pinned against an alley wall. I continued to struggle, but to no avail. One of the jocks proceeded to whisper threats into my ear, of which was wasn't to happy to hear. 'Where is Swift when you need him?' I was desperate at this point.
   As if someone answered my thoughts, one of the teens were thrown off me and into the nearest dumpster. The remaining three frantically looked around, scared out of their minds. I also looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Then two more where pulled into the darkness. I took this chance and used my now free arm to punch the last one in the face, knocking him out cold.
"You can come out now." I said, looking at the shadows. I watch as he slowly reveals himself, a familiar smirk plastered onto his face.
"Do ya get this weird feeling of deja vu?" He jokes, chuckling.
"Heh. Yeah. Thanks for the save...again." I sheepishly rub the back of my neck. He smirks. "No problem. Want me to walk ya home?"
"Nah. I'll be fine." I smile at him and begin heading home again. Although, I knew he would follow me home anyway. He always did.

Rebel:
I shook a little, not enjoying the feeling as one hand their hand on my mouth and another had his knee between my legs. The other two held down my arms, making struggling extremely hard. I wasn't used to this, not at all. One of them stood on my left foot and proceeded to crush it, almost breaking it. and I tried to struggle out of their grasps, but to no avail. 'Someone please, help me...' I thought, closing my eyes. Suddenly, a familiar voice was heard, coming from one of the dark corners of the alleyway. "Get off of (her/him)!" The voice shouted, and one of the teens was thrown against a wall. My eyes were still shut, but I could still hear the screams and sounds of punches. I waited until the alleyway was silent again before re-opening my eyes. In front of me was Rebel, breathing heavily and looking in my direction. I stood there staring at him before I finally found my voice. "T-Thank you," I said, trying to keep the evident fear from showing. He simply nods and offers to walk me home. I complied, and soon enough I'm in my home, leaning against the front door. A small smile eventually makes its way onto my face. At least he hasn't abandoned me yet.
Ghost
'This is not good This is not good This is not good!' I shouted into my mind, which only seemed to echo back at me. I was currently kicking at one of the idiot boys, who only seemed to get pissed and punch me hard in the gut. I felt the wind get knocked out of me and saliva poured down my already covered lips. The jock covering my mouth pulled his hand away in disgust. He then proceeded to punch me in the jaw. I was ticking at this point. My head and arms and legs twitched violently. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
  Someone seemed to care that I was being harassed and proceeded to pull all of the boys off of me, letting them fly back against the opposite wall. Two arms wrapped around my shoulders and I didn't have to see their face to know who it was. I was turned around to were my back was facing the boys. The clicking of a gun was heard and I looked up to see a long arm above my head holding a black pistol in the direction of the boys. When they noticed, they all ran off down the street like lunatics. When that was over, I took deep breaths to try and calm myself down.
"You ok? You took a couple beatings before I got here," Ghost asked me, looking down at me with somewhat concerned eyes. He still looked kind of bored. He holstered his gun and kept one arm around me, my tics still going a bit wild.
"Yeah...I'm fine...I just want to go home..." I muttered, leaning on him a little bit. No words were spoken as he lifted me up into his arms and carried me home. He snuck up the fire escape and opened the window to my bedroom, laying me down in my bed and disappearing into the night. It wasn't too long before I fell asleep.
M.C.
I had barely managed to get one of them off of me by kicking him in the shin, but now I was on the ground with them staring down at me. My nose was bleeding and my head was cut open, blood pouring down the side of my face. My leg was broken from one of them stomping on it so many times. I was in so much pain. My vision was slightly blurry from tears clogging them up. They ran down my face and one of them laughed at me.
"Look at the little baby crying! Does it hurt, little baby?" One of them asked, leaning down to my face. I responded by spitting in his eye. He stumbled back and stared at me before reaching down and grabbing my hair, pulling me up to his face. He was about to say something but was interrupted by something hitting him in the back of his head. He fell over on me and we both tumbled onto the ground. I pushed him off and stared at my savior. The one thing I noticed was that he was wearing a NYC spiked cap. I smiled a little and watched as he taunted the remaining guys and threatened them with the bat. After they ran off, M.C. Helped me to my feet and inspected me.
"Damn, dude. They beat you up pretty badly, huh? Don't worry, I'll get some help!" He lifted me up into his arms and made his way to a hospital. After about an hour, we arrived at a local one and he left me by the front door before leaving me there. A nurse walked out and noticed me, calling for a doctor. Soon, I was lifted onto a gurney and rushed inside.