Posts by Finnick J. Wilde

    Lucas was just waking up. He had no idea where he was or what was happening. He was very confused and everything hurt. Especially his head. He couldn't believe this. Tammy was legitimately threatening to kill all because he said no to her. He stared up at Dixie. Was he bleeding? What the hell even happened? "Are you okay?" He asked quietly.

    One of the boys tensed up, slowly turning to look at Dixie, something told if he didn't run, he was going to regret it so he took off as fast as he could. A few boys followed but three stayed behind. They dropped Lucas and turned to face Dixie. They were terrified, but they weren't leaving.

    Lucas was in trouble. Big trouble, and it was all because of Tamika Irene Dalton. He had no interest in her whatsoever yet she threw herself at him every chance she got but he didn't complain. It was better than being kidnapped or tortured. It was better than living in constant fear, never knowing if he was going to survive the day. Only, that constant fear was coming back. It was back because he'd been noticing guys giving him awful looks as he walked along with Spencer in the halls. He'd noticed guys following him, watching his every move. He wasn't stupid. He'd dealt with things like his whole life. So when it finally happened, when they followed him to the library that day, he wasn't surprised and as he was laying on the ground, his knife just out of reach while the beat him and shouted those horrible things at him he wasn't surprised. He tried desperately to get away, get to his knife. He couldn't though. He could reach his phone. He unlocked it with his finger print and somehow managed to say the five words he needed to say.

    "Hey Friday! Call Dixie!" He cried out but he his phone even understood. Luckily it did. He was praying Dixie would pick up. That's when someone kicked him in the head. Hard. So hard, it knocked him out and someone panicked.

    "HOLY SHIT! guys back up! Lay off! He's Dead!" One of the boys cried out.

    "Shit! You killed him Tripp! You fucking killed him!" Another accused.

    "Okay, calm down. We need to hide the body." Someone stated, trying to remain calm.

    "Suicide Rock!" One of the boys cried.

    "Not a bad idea Randy, no one goes up there. We'll ditch him there." And so they carried him off leaving his phone there, still in a call with Dixie. No one seemed to notice it. Thank the gods for idiots.

    "Stop that, you're making things worse. Let yourself heal Dummy." Will said. He was quiet for a minute. Shuddering when he remembered what he'd seen his father do.

    "Most of the staff's dead. Dad and Amara handled them." He explained. He suddenly felt like he was going to be sick. He wished he'd never seen that.


    Amara stepped inside Morgan's room quietly, walking over to the bed she gently took her hand and held onto it. She was very worried about her.

    Will walked over to him, setting a stuffed animal he'd gotten for him on the bed beside him, he had one for Morgan too. He pulled a chair over and sitting beside the bed quietly. "Hey." He said quietly.


    Amara squeezed Adelaide's hand tightly, she could feel the tears building up but she tried desperately to force them away. She'd been really scared, afraid she'd never see Morgan again.

    Amara walked over to her desk, clearing everything off so they wouldn't break anything as they moved it. She had the other agents move it into a corner and watched as they brought in Adelaide's desk. Amara moved the whiteboard to one wall she was currently struggling the small couch to face it.

    Will nodded, walking off to see Charles. He was very quiet when he walked into the room. He was worried and for some reason, very nervous. He knew there was no reason to be nervous but hospitals and labs made him a little nervous.


    Amara quietly stepped into Morgan's room. She felt like crying. She didn't though. She'd been feeling like she was going to cry since they'd found her. She didn't think it was fair that she'd gone through this. She was just a kid and Amara wished she was the one suffering instead. Morgan shouldn't have had to deal with this. She'd gone through enough. She didn't need anymore.

    When Amara finished her sandwich, she took her inside, explaining what some things were. Soon they got to her office, a group of agents was already there to help move her desk and bring in her new partner's desk.

    Min was asleep in a chair in the waiting room. Will sitting quietly and waiting room he refused to relax until he know for sure that his friends were okay.


    Amara couldn't sit down she kept wandering around or pacing or messing around with anything she could get her hands on. She was very worried.

    Will quietly got Charles off the car he was struggling a bit because he was very skinny but he was impatient and he wanted to get his friends inside already.


    "I know." She said quietly, quietly picking her up to take her inside.

    "But you're going to be okay." She was terrified and worried but she was sure she was going to be okay. She looked over at Adelaide, messing around with a bit of Morgan's hair.

    "Thanks." She said.