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"We're here live on Channel 9, WDEN, North Detroit, Detroit's Station for the Nation. I'm Kathy MacAllure and, here with me, is co-anchor Brent Warden. Afternoon, Brent."
"Afternoon, Kathy. This afternoon we learn that the band named 'Cloud And Out' have not been seen since their concert 2 days ago. Approximately 210 people attended the concert expecting to hear their most highly praised single 'Dawn And Dusk'. The gross estimated amount they made that night was $3,932, including concessions. A good amount, but not good enough for the real cost of the concert."
"Yes, Brent. Word went out the next morning that 168 teens perished in their sleep, all of them having went to the concert the night before. Girls and boys of every age were found by parents, friends, and lovers, lying in their beds and not moving. Most still remained in the same attire as the night before, others managed to change. The ultimate suspect in the deaths of all of these teens has been the band themselves, yet, word has spread that the band members have not been seen once exiting the stage."
"Correct. Makeup artists, lights and sounds techs, and managers have said that they have not heard of the 4 band members: Jason Shaw, the vocalist. Brandon Toris, the Guitarist. Tucker Burnett, the Bassist. Gene Helms, the Drummer. The authorities have been to each of their houses with warrants, but none of them have been home or seen by their families. Suspicions have risen that the band may have slipped something in the drinks of the teens while they were enjoying the festivities of Cloud And Out's music."
"However, that does not speak for the 42 teens that remained untouched by whatever the 168 victims perished from. Autopsies were given but nothing out of the ordinary was found. Only alcohol, nicotine, and other food items, which would not cause death at all. Its the mystery massacre of the nation. We implore that all who may know anything about the concert should contact your local police station. Until then, we are keeping a close watch out for the generation of teens in Detroit."
"In other breaking news, Kathy, Senator Riley Gorks is resigning his position. Sources say that financial and economic degrading..."
[GLOW=GREEN]
There was nothing funny about what those boys were doing at that table. Megan paid little to no mind to them when they first walked in, their packs swinging over a broad shoulder like some never ending pendulum of college courses. Half of them may have not even given the slightest damn about the college and the courses they took. They were frats, the typical ass holes of North Detroit, Michigan, even more so when they were flaunting the NDU's attire. These particular group of boys were the worse mix to have 4 minutes before closing time. They were the type to get loud and rowdy after having pleasantly gotten what they asked for, which wasn't much. Typically, they never ordered to enjoy the food or coffee. They only wanted an excuse to stay in the store and screw around. They were also the type to not listen to the waitress when she gave 4 minutes.
"Guys, you have about 4 minutes until we close, kay?" Megan squeezed out in the sweetest voice she could muster. The statement slipped through her gritted teeth when she watched a boy with messy, curly blonde hair knock over the salt shaker beside him. Crystallized salt dashed under the metal rim and onto the mahogany and beige table, causing an eruption around the table.
"Wooooaaah! That's bad luck, man! Clean that shit up before a piano drops on our dicks!"
"It falls on your head, you dumb ass fuck!" The blonde guy shot back. The table hooted and roared with laughter; a large, knee-slapping party parading. Megan blinked back a look of annoyance and turned away back towards the counter, just in time to miss Lauren tear them a new one, verbally.
"Oooo~ Mama maaaad~" The laughter didn't die. It rose up to the ceiling and around the store completely. If Megan's 4 minute warning didn't get people to exit the shop, the boys did.
"Yo Brent, Igottapisslikecrazy," a boy with a large gauge earring slurred, leaning over his redhead and most likely red neck friend. Drunk. Typical frat boys.
"The fuck I look like? A fuckin' port-a-potty?"
"I'm notgonnamakeit alone!"he laughed, yanking at the red head's ear. The table roared at the bromance and the underlying 'no homo' plastered across all of there faces. Brent and Gauge walked up and jogged to the men's restroom at the right of the room, Brent holding up Gauge who was guffawing at nothing. A lazy drawl on the trumpet sounded and Megan screamed inside her head. Why did people insist on doing all of these stupid things at the dawn of night was beyond her! She didn't bother to look over to Harper as she cleaned up the mess the boys made, catching a boy with a short crop of dark brown hair walking up to the counter. 2 minutes before closing time. Megan glared at his back, hoping that in just a tiny 10 seconds, he would burst into flames and crumble into dust. However, she just slid behind the counter and gave him a placid, brown eyed stare.
"I'll take a quadruple espresso please, got a long night ahead of me."
"One quadruple espresso. What size and what flavor?"she said automatically, not bothering to look down at the touch screen register that her fingers were busy pushing at.
"Megan! Give 2 minutes!"Marne shouted from behind her office. As if she cared about what time they were closing. Every single time a time was given, the customers still remained inside until they were ready to leave. What could they do? Lock them in?
"I have an order." Megan called back, still waiting for the specifics from Cole. Harper, meanwhile, studded her toe across a table and yelled/growled her curses, bun flopping around as she whipped her head to one of the boys who had taken a great shot at laying a light spank on her butt.
"Then give one minute!"
"What size and what flavor?" Megan spat through gritted teeth at Cole. He was taking forever in a half to make the simplest of orders. 6 hours and 59 minutes of working behind that damned counter with a bitch of a manager, a depressed employee, news and cooking nasty ass eggplants. The weight of world crashed down on her and that guy still didn't figure out what he wanted. It got dark. Everything suddenly got dark to her. The store, the sound of the trumpet, Harper's cursing, her breathing. She flicked her eyes down to the clock on the touch screen.
[GLOW=RED]
"HAHAHAHA! He told me not to touch his ear! What kind of gay shit is that!?" Megan's eyes shifted over to Gauge, a red liquid flowing from between his unnaturally white teeth. A piece of something hung on his bottom lip, and even at that angle, Megan knew it was human flesh. Someone screamed. The entire table of frat boys joined in on the chaotic yelling, two of them literately falling from their seats and the floor, jittering in sharp spasms. Gauge laughed and pointed at the two of them on the floor.
"Dudes, what the fuck! He tastes good, no homo! No homo, man!" He said again, the slur of drunkenness now completely gone from his voice. The blood dripped down onto his fingers when Marne stepped out of her office, peeking at the scene. Her face turned as white as her hair, her chin shuttering like a gizzard on some old chicken. Cosette stepped through the door and the melodious ding! it made snapped Megan back to attention. Easily, she looked away and stared at Cole. The brown in her hair lightened to a dull orange, hazel eyes going to a light tan.
"See, now we're closed. You shouldn't have been a slow fuck and ordered sooner." Gauge laughed some more at the boys on the floor, one of them lying motionless while the other gripped and grabbed at Lauren's foot, reaching for something. Assistance, help, life, something.
"SOMEONE CALL 9! SOMEONE CALL....SOME...SOMEONE CALL THE AUTHORITIES!" Marne was a spluttering and blundering fool, reaching out to Harper who wasn't looking back if it wasn't the last thing she did in the world. The girl had the right idea. Her overly large neck throbbed when the thrashing guy on the ground stopped moving after the 'kiss' given from Lauren. Another met the Reaper. Megan was trying to cross over Cole, not giving a shit about his double Exprewhatthefuckever, but was stopped in her steps when he started to monologue exactly after Marne asked for the authorities. It seemed fitting enough. In short, he simply thought everyone was insane and he didn't give a shit about anyone and anything.
Seemed legit.
Megan stepped over the bodies on the floor, making a disgusted scoffing sound, only to have her arm grabbed.
GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!"
"I didn't put you up there. Ask him."she murmured, crooking her head to Cole who was walking out the door, the ding! sound not too far behind. Megan fished her lip ring out of her pocket with her free hand, fixing it into a newly developed hole on her lip, shrugging. "Oh. Well. You just missed him."
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! GET ME DOWN! IT AIN'T LIKE HE DIDN'T ASK ME TO DO IT!"
"Whatever you frat fucks do in the bathroom together is none of my interest or my business. Now let me go. Quietly." He did neither of the things she ordered. His grip on her arm, white-knuckled and tightened, was starting to piss her off, but not scare her. Fear. She forgot the word existed. Her hair finally dropped to it's final stage of bright red, eyes tinting in the deep, forest green before Megan had completely changed. It wasn't anything new. It happened the night before while she was in her bedroom, drowning out to some incoherent screaming and low guttering of her favorite band. Night fell and Megan's appearance changed to what she was now. Her personality...? Not much so. She was still in a stable set of mind, just with more of the 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. She was much like the Lauren. Not caring what people thought and just saying it how it was. Megan's eyes flicked over to where Lauren now stood, hugging Harper from behind with Gauge still clawing at her arm.
And now, suddenly, she had gone from preppy blonde bitch to lesbian.
"Leave her alone, would you? She had a rough day."
"SOMEONE GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!" Gauge's screams were turning into sobs and Megan really didn't want to know what those chains could do. She just knew that now that she was off the clock, cleaning the blood off the floor was not an option. A far off police siren wailed in the streets and all heads turned to the door. No one showed any sign of fear: just annoyance. Megan looked to Marne who was curled behind the counter with a phone receiver close to her lips. That bitch. Suddenly, a fingernail stabbed directly through her arm, not going down deep, but deep enough for her to avert her attention back to Gauge.
"Imma fuckin' kill you, you stupid slut...."he drawled. The sobs were less painful and more maniacal, like he was enjoying the tears. That's when she saw the familiar glint in his eye. One that she recognized from before. Gauge got off on tears. Blood still crept along his lips and fingers as he clenched her arm more. Megan ignored another roar from Nagito and looked passed Cossette and Brian in annoyance. None of those bastards were helping her. The police were coming, there were bodies on the floor, and people were going crazy.
Cole was right. The situation needed to be unfucked and unfucked quick.
8:56PM, TUESDAY, JULY 21st, 2009
[/GLOW]There was nothing funny about what those boys were doing at that table. Megan paid little to no mind to them when they first walked in, their packs swinging over a broad shoulder like some never ending pendulum of college courses. Half of them may have not even given the slightest damn about the college and the courses they took. They were frats, the typical ass holes of North Detroit, Michigan, even more so when they were flaunting the NDU's attire. These particular group of boys were the worse mix to have 4 minutes before closing time. They were the type to get loud and rowdy after having pleasantly gotten what they asked for, which wasn't much. Typically, they never ordered to enjoy the food or coffee. They only wanted an excuse to stay in the store and screw around. They were also the type to not listen to the waitress when she gave 4 minutes.
"Guys, you have about 4 minutes until we close, kay?" Megan squeezed out in the sweetest voice she could muster. The statement slipped through her gritted teeth when she watched a boy with messy, curly blonde hair knock over the salt shaker beside him. Crystallized salt dashed under the metal rim and onto the mahogany and beige table, causing an eruption around the table.
"Wooooaaah! That's bad luck, man! Clean that shit up before a piano drops on our dicks!"
"It falls on your head, you dumb ass fuck!" The blonde guy shot back. The table hooted and roared with laughter; a large, knee-slapping party parading. Megan blinked back a look of annoyance and turned away back towards the counter, just in time to miss Lauren tear them a new one, verbally.
"Oooo~ Mama maaaad~" The laughter didn't die. It rose up to the ceiling and around the store completely. If Megan's 4 minute warning didn't get people to exit the shop, the boys did.
"Yo Brent, Igottapisslikecrazy," a boy with a large gauge earring slurred, leaning over his redhead and most likely red neck friend. Drunk. Typical frat boys.
"The fuck I look like? A fuckin' port-a-potty?"
"I'm notgonnamakeit alone!"he laughed, yanking at the red head's ear. The table roared at the bromance and the underlying 'no homo' plastered across all of there faces. Brent and Gauge walked up and jogged to the men's restroom at the right of the room, Brent holding up Gauge who was guffawing at nothing. A lazy drawl on the trumpet sounded and Megan screamed inside her head. Why did people insist on doing all of these stupid things at the dawn of night was beyond her! She didn't bother to look over to Harper as she cleaned up the mess the boys made, catching a boy with a short crop of dark brown hair walking up to the counter. 2 minutes before closing time. Megan glared at his back, hoping that in just a tiny 10 seconds, he would burst into flames and crumble into dust. However, she just slid behind the counter and gave him a placid, brown eyed stare.
"I'll take a quadruple espresso please, got a long night ahead of me."
"One quadruple espresso. What size and what flavor?"she said automatically, not bothering to look down at the touch screen register that her fingers were busy pushing at.
"Megan! Give 2 minutes!"Marne shouted from behind her office. As if she cared about what time they were closing. Every single time a time was given, the customers still remained inside until they were ready to leave. What could they do? Lock them in?
"I have an order." Megan called back, still waiting for the specifics from Cole. Harper, meanwhile, studded her toe across a table and yelled/growled her curses, bun flopping around as she whipped her head to one of the boys who had taken a great shot at laying a light spank on her butt.
"Then give one minute!"
"What size and what flavor?" Megan spat through gritted teeth at Cole. He was taking forever in a half to make the simplest of orders. 6 hours and 59 minutes of working behind that damned counter with a bitch of a manager, a depressed employee, news and cooking nasty ass eggplants. The weight of world crashed down on her and that guy still didn't figure out what he wanted. It got dark. Everything suddenly got dark to her. The store, the sound of the trumpet, Harper's cursing, her breathing. She flicked her eyes down to the clock on the touch screen. [GLOW=RED]
9:01PM, TUESDAY, JULY 21ST, 2009
[/GLOW]"HAHAHAHA! He told me not to touch his ear! What kind of gay shit is that!?" Megan's eyes shifted over to Gauge, a red liquid flowing from between his unnaturally white teeth. A piece of something hung on his bottom lip, and even at that angle, Megan knew it was human flesh. Someone screamed. The entire table of frat boys joined in on the chaotic yelling, two of them literately falling from their seats and the floor, jittering in sharp spasms. Gauge laughed and pointed at the two of them on the floor.
"Dudes, what the fuck! He tastes good, no homo! No homo, man!" He said again, the slur of drunkenness now completely gone from his voice. The blood dripped down onto his fingers when Marne stepped out of her office, peeking at the scene. Her face turned as white as her hair, her chin shuttering like a gizzard on some old chicken. Cosette stepped through the door and the melodious ding! it made snapped Megan back to attention. Easily, she looked away and stared at Cole. The brown in her hair lightened to a dull orange, hazel eyes going to a light tan.
"See, now we're closed. You shouldn't have been a slow fuck and ordered sooner." Gauge laughed some more at the boys on the floor, one of them lying motionless while the other gripped and grabbed at Lauren's foot, reaching for something. Assistance, help, life, something.
9:18PM, TUESDAY, JULY 21ST, 2009
"SOMEONE CALL 9! SOMEONE CALL....SOME...SOMEONE CALL THE AUTHORITIES!" Marne was a spluttering and blundering fool, reaching out to Harper who wasn't looking back if it wasn't the last thing she did in the world. The girl had the right idea. Her overly large neck throbbed when the thrashing guy on the ground stopped moving after the 'kiss' given from Lauren. Another met the Reaper. Megan was trying to cross over Cole, not giving a shit about his double Exprewhatthefuckever, but was stopped in her steps when he started to monologue exactly after Marne asked for the authorities. It seemed fitting enough. In short, he simply thought everyone was insane and he didn't give a shit about anyone and anything.Seemed legit.
Megan stepped over the bodies on the floor, making a disgusted scoffing sound, only to have her arm grabbed.
GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!"
"I didn't put you up there. Ask him."she murmured, crooking her head to Cole who was walking out the door, the ding! sound not too far behind. Megan fished her lip ring out of her pocket with her free hand, fixing it into a newly developed hole on her lip, shrugging. "Oh. Well. You just missed him."
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! GET ME DOWN! IT AIN'T LIKE HE DIDN'T ASK ME TO DO IT!"
"Whatever you frat fucks do in the bathroom together is none of my interest or my business. Now let me go. Quietly." He did neither of the things she ordered. His grip on her arm, white-knuckled and tightened, was starting to piss her off, but not scare her. Fear. She forgot the word existed. Her hair finally dropped to it's final stage of bright red, eyes tinting in the deep, forest green before Megan had completely changed. It wasn't anything new. It happened the night before while she was in her bedroom, drowning out to some incoherent screaming and low guttering of her favorite band. Night fell and Megan's appearance changed to what she was now. Her personality...? Not much so. She was still in a stable set of mind, just with more of the 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. She was much like the Lauren. Not caring what people thought and just saying it how it was. Megan's eyes flicked over to where Lauren now stood, hugging Harper from behind with Gauge still clawing at her arm.
And now, suddenly, she had gone from preppy blonde bitch to lesbian.
"Leave her alone, would you? She had a rough day."
"SOMEONE GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!" Gauge's screams were turning into sobs and Megan really didn't want to know what those chains could do. She just knew that now that she was off the clock, cleaning the blood off the floor was not an option. A far off police siren wailed in the streets and all heads turned to the door. No one showed any sign of fear: just annoyance. Megan looked to Marne who was curled behind the counter with a phone receiver close to her lips. That bitch. Suddenly, a fingernail stabbed directly through her arm, not going down deep, but deep enough for her to avert her attention back to Gauge.
"Imma fuckin' kill you, you stupid slut...."he drawled. The sobs were less painful and more maniacal, like he was enjoying the tears. That's when she saw the familiar glint in his eye. One that she recognized from before. Gauge got off on tears. Blood still crept along his lips and fingers as he clenched her arm more. Megan ignored another roar from Nagito and looked passed Cossette and Brian in annoyance. None of those bastards were helping her. The police were coming, there were bodies on the floor, and people were going crazy.
Cole was right. The situation needed to be unfucked and unfucked quick.
