For nearly the entire afternoon Lucas has been seething on this morning’s events. Wrecking her room was somewhat of a payback. But it was by far, not enough. Not even when Keats hung up her underwear out like some exhibit did he feel satisfied. But for now, there was nothing he could really do. Except beating the hell out of his modified boxing ball. The thing was far stronger and far harder than any boxing ball ought to be. It was a gift from his mother 3 years ago, and was specially modified to resist the punches of someone using the solar force. He kept beating the poor object for nearly an hour. Raising and lowering it, to emulate a head or someone’s guts. Eventually he felt spent, so he collapsed on his bed. Breathing hard while the loud rock music blasted through the room, he picked up his phone to check if anything came through. A text from Gia. Did Mayweathers really think the party would go un-crashed? Still, it would be a challenge. Lucas loathed the Dewey brothers. Mostly because Chaos Theory did teleport him away one time. The other one could apparently freeze a person. Those two would be trouble. Danny wasn’t really a problem. He was a pain for every mind controller, but one punch to the guts and the kid would be completely harmless.

After a quick, and refreshing cold shower he left to do some shopping. Lucas was not a person of refined taste. He held no quarrels with eating junk food, and the more meat he could eat, the better. But when it came to drinking, Lucas had a far deeper understanding that many others could have. He kept a hidden stash of a few bottles, some of them were European and did cost a lot. He kept them each with a very distinct reason. One bottle though, was the most important one. A bottle, left unlabeled, with a thick, gold colored liquid inside. He kept it for someone special, because it tasted so good that you’d get instantly addicted. But those kinds of drinks he wouldn’t drag about to a party. Oh no, Lucas had other plans. At the shop he bought a bottle of strawberry-flavored vodka, a bottle of honeyed Jack and finally a simple bottle of rum, with as little as taste as possible. No matter how awesome the party would be, Lucas would just make it better. He then returned to his dorm room, to prepare himself.

Lucas was an unrefined person. Even at a party, where everyone will probably look like the best version of themselves, he cared extremely little. But that was part of his appeal. When he wanted it, he would look like the bad boy everyone wanted. He dressed in normal jeans, with some unraveled borders. Giving it a slightly worn look. To top that off, he wore a rather tight fitting shirt. One that didn't restrict his movement too much but showed off his well-kept body. Lucas was a fighter above all, and thus had a lot of muscle to show off. Combine that with a confident but small smirk, and it was nearing completion. A leather jacket wrapped it all up very nicely. He didn't look beautiful, or ravishing, or refined like some girls in dresses would. But he looked sharp, slightly menacing and above all, as if he could careless about how he dressed.

He knocked twice on Gia's room, still with his backpack on, containing the three bottles and the diary. Since he had entered the building, his hatred for Elie washed over him in waves. He summoned it all up again, ready to explain it all to Gia. He then entered his friend's room. Immediately seeing her back, as she danced to the song she put up. For a moment, he was just overwhelmed by it all. He had a certain resistance to her sex appeal. But even his heart started beating harder at the sight of her. He slowly closed the door, hoping she didn't hear him enter. Getting closer and closer, until he was right behind her. "As ravishing as ever. Mayweather boys will go apeshit over you." he whispered in her ear, teasingly. This was the best way to resist her. Indulge in it all to a certain point. But be resolute where the line is.

Gia’s melting chocolate eyes softened when she heard her playful puppy indulge in her guilty pleasure. The fastest way to gain her respect was by entering her field willingly. Since his First Year, he wormed his way into her heart and unlike other pawns on her chessboard, she wasn’t going to break their friendship by having sex with him (even if it was tempting). In a sense, one can say their relationship consisted of them meeting each other halfway. He teases her to feed her sexual hunger and she builds his resistance and wits toward dangerous people like her. She protects his morals, while he boosts up her ego. Their relationship was a win-win scenario since they both filled each other’s growing void.

Picking up the shot glasses, she turned around and handed him one, bringing out her chest as her bottom pushed against her desk. Her nude color lips curled up, giving him a sight that most definitely was engraved on his mind, her signature grin. Meeting his gaze, with her enticing orbs that always felt like she was undressing him, Gia chuckled, “And yet I’m still working on driving you insane.” Winking after her playful remark, she lifted her shot glass high in the air, “Cheers to the downfall of Mayweather!” and waited for him to *clink* his glass with her’s before she chugged down the alcoholic poison.

“To the downfall of Mayweather.” He joined her. But added in his mind: And to the fall of the dreamcatcher. Lucas hoisted the glass and *clinked* with her. After which he downed the glass completely. He stared at the glass for a moment. Rather unsure where to begin. His face went from playfully teasing to bothered. As he kept remembering Eliana that very morning. Especially the dream that felt very disturbing. “I’m afraid someone managed to get me insane before you.” He smirked a little, trying to lighten himself up ever so slightly. But the memory felt like it demanded another shot. So he walked around her and poured himself another. Gulping it down immediately. As if drowning his emotions would help a little.

Placing her glass down, she grabbed the bottle and took a quick swig before offering it to him. As she gave him the bottle, he gave her his glass. If there was one thing Gia could notice when it came to Lucas, it was when he needed a drink, he needed a damn drink. Keeping her own thoughts on the matter to herself, knowing very well he was talking about Ellie, she softly said, “A confrontation gone wrong?” She knew Eliana went rushing to Milo’s aid. If it wasn’t for Gianna, the hero would have been off somewhere else in her solitude bliss, not knowing her dear friend was getting his occasional treatment from his tormentor. Why did Psyche do that? Well, there were some things even Lucas did not know.

It all came crashing down on him now. It was all too much to pretend as if it was nothing. Twice she dropped him. He felt humiliated. If he could he would have thrown the damn glass against the wall. But it was Gia’s glass, and even when he wanted nothing but to destroy something, he kept that urge contained for now. “I hate her!” he yelled out loud. It was actually the first time he admitted it. “God I hate that bitch so much! I never even thought I could hate one person this much!” He went from calm to mad in a second. He pushed off the table, starting to walk around in Gia’s room. “I mean, twice now! Twice she dropped me! I want my revenge. Actually I got it.” He opened his phone, opened the gallery of pictures he made of Elie’s room and threw the thing to his friend. Gently, so she could easily catch it. “Me and Keats did that. Hell, I did something worse! But why can’t I stop feeling all this… Aaaaarghhh!” In pure frustration he slammed on the door. Not too hard, so there was nothing damaged but still, it was loud. He wanted to scream even more. But he gathered himself and turned around. “I need your help. I want to break her.” His voice was suddenly far too cold and far too serious.

As he went about his rage, Gia intriguingly observed him, catching the phone when it was tossed at her. His work was impressive and so was his anger. Her gaze looked through the pictures of all the rooms that he and his buddy left their mark in. Her eyebrows perked when he said his last line, with venom that every villain should have. Placing his phone down, she stood up straight and let her eyes capture his attention once more. This happened right after he turned around from slamming his fists on the door.

Tilting her head, she smirked, "Well that's good. I want to break her too." She let out a light giggle. Perhaps, Lucas was ready to know a little bit of Vince's unfinished work.

Gia did very little without her own, special reasons. Her dress was specially chosen. The shot glasses standing there had their meaning. Even her meeting him here had a special reason. So when she let out a giggle, he knew that she had a plan already. She knew something. Well, she always knew something. Lucas wasn’t stupid. But he did often accept the fact that she always knew more than he would. “What are you planning?” He asked, curious. As he walked back to her desk, taking his phone. But remaining next to her. He calmed down a bit, now that he knew that Gia had a plan.

“Before I let you in on my ever changing plan… you must know a thing or two first...” After she said that, Gia sauntered away from him and went to her closet which had wooden floor, unlike her carpet bedroom. Pushing all the clothes aside she went inside and stomped hard on a plank with her heel causing it to move up a smudge, “Don’t you just love these dorms?” She took the next moment to remove the plank and pull out a black leather binder that looked like it had slight fire damage. Now sitting on the floor of her closet, she opened it and flipped through notes between her and Vincent. Stumbling on one page, with a picture of a bohemian blonde woman on it, she carefully took it out. Immediately afterwards, the constantly plotting villainess put the binder back underground, picked herself up, and made her way back to her puppy. Handing him the picture of the strange woman she knew he wouldn't know anything about until he was given a name, she asked, “How much do you know about Ellie?”

He looked quite intense at the picture. As he answered: “Last name is Lovelace. Daughter of some teacher around here. Dream powers. Some strange illusion powers too.” suddenly he realized the dream-like vision he had. In which he met the Darkstar. He looked up at Gia. Should she know? She seemed far too busy for that though. He would have to tell her later. Clearly she had other plans in place and whatever she had planned took precedence now. “Or she has some animal summoning powers? I don’t know, she got a massive spider on me. I don’t know more. Oh and she’s a massive ‘heroic’ bitch that will get wrecked the second she actually becomes a hero.” The pure disdain in his voice was very clear. He fully expected her coming to save everyone she could. Making her predictable. She'd run into a trap within a year of graduating. “So who’s this?” he asked, holding up the picture.

Her soft yet undeniably intrigued stare watched him as he listed the things he came to conclude about his dear enemy. “She’s no hero. You just attacked one of the few people she cares about.” That sentence alone subtly hinted that she knew about the incident and that she knew Milo was subjected to his bullying, “I know for one, Ellie has no control over animals. Even if she did, her alone time would be ruined." Pushing her hair over her shoulders briefly, Gia cooed on, “She’s walked these grounds since she was fifteen. The campus, I mean. I’ve seen enough of her to have an idea of what she can do.” Bringing her attention to the photo, she shrugged, “Plus, let’s be honest. I’m a noisy bitch. I like to know things.”

When he asked her about the woman in the picture, she looked up at the ceiling light wondering if Vince would be okay with her bringing Lucas in on their plan. Deciding to take a chance, Gia’s tone went low and solemn, which wasn’t something people often heard from her, “The Oracle. Female version of Hannibal Lecter. Sent to a mental institute prison two years ago.” She paused to let that settle in. The alias of this woman should be known in the Greater New York area since this was her home and she was quite the craze in media.

“Eliana may be a first year, but thanks to my mentor, her mother, I’ve known her far longer than she’s ever cared to know me. I don’t remember how long it's been since I've overheard Mrs. Lovelace talking to her husband about ‘keeping it under wraps’ and paying someone whatever sum of money to make sure information about their daughter wouldn’t… leak out, but..” Taking the picture from him, she stared into the eyes of the Oracle and continued, “Rich people have their ways. That being said, they can’t keep an eye on everyone."

Laying the picture down on her desk, she walked in front of Lucas and revealed the relation between the Oracle and Ellie to him, “Lyla Darling use to go to Ellie’s grade school. It’s kinda sad really. That a murderer fears the girl that made her the way she is today.”

The name Oracle was far too familiar to Lucas. His mom kept talking about her, even his dad graced her with the occasional comment at the dinner table. New York was in a pretty big upheaval about the whole thing and many heroes vowed to find the person who could commit such horrible deeds. He didn’t remember who captured the girl though. When all was done and over, there were some holes in the story. He never knew she went to a mental prison.

When Gia told her little story about her eavesdropping, he couldn’t help but look a little confused. What could possibly be the link between a cold-blooded serial killing cannibal and a rich girl? Until she said that Eliana and her went to the same grade school. Wide eyed, he looked at Gia, visibly shocked. “A-Are you kidding me now!? I-Is Eliana connected to.. that!?” he said in near disbelief. “Oracle.. Fears the person who made her like that… What did Eliana do?” He asked, rather confused. He never heard that a mind controller still in her grade school managed to destroy a person’s psyche that hard.

“She was frigtened. Ellie has no idea..." Running her hand through her hair, Gia decided to take a seat on her bed. There was so much information and never enough time. “You'd think the people that were in her direct attack would have been the ones driven mad but accidents happen and she hurt the person that was going to save her. Her power clashing with Lyla's power... it's the one reason that makes sense. Someone who can see the future suddenly gets washed over by a montage of nightmares?" Taking a moment to pat her bed, she gestured for her puppy to take a seat - this was definitely a lot of information to take in. “I wouldn't have looked into Lovelace's relations with the Oracle, if it weren't for Vince. It was actually meeting her that made things more real. He had this crazy ambition I could never understand and was able to read in between the lines far better than anyone else I knew. That's what made me fall in love with him." Gia's voice trailed off as she remembered when her and Vince snuck into the prison to question the murderer. Absentmindely, she quoted something the Oracle had said to her, “I fear the Terror of the Night, who sees more than she should, yet has no idea of what she could... Curse her for she is the plague. She comes and she goes, leaving behind a piece of her shattered soul to those that she never had the chance to know."

Pausing, she gathered herself and came back to reality, "“That was only the beginning, Lucas. There's a reason why Mrs. Lovelace is extremely hard on her. There's a reason why Ellie doesn't try get close to people. Sure, she has no idea that her powers can drive someone insane but she knows if she lets her emotions get the best of her..." Her words stopped and Gia went completely silent. The room grew ominous when this information came to surface.

Not finishing her sentence, she let a sudden thought exit her lips, “I didn't know the key to start a war but now I do and that is you." It too took Gia some time to digest all this information.

Lucas was a very attentive listener. He kept his mouth shut and tried his best to understand everything. When she patted her bed for him to sit next to her, he first grabbed the two glasses and the bottle, filled the glasses, handed one to Gianna and drained it empty in one gulp. He tried to swallow all the info together with the Bacardi. A small smile appeared on Lucas when she talked about the late Vince. She didn’t talk much about him. He could only guess how much the memories must still hurt. His certainly did. Vince was, in the eyes of Lucas, a good person. A strong person. Lucas would have followed the man to the ends of the world if he had asked him to. The information felt far heavier than anything he could have expected. The biblical-like quoting from the deranged woman made it all just worse. Pieces began to fall in order. Eliana’s strange, somewhat detached behavior. Lying to herself as she said that she pitied him. Her emotionless exterior.

When Gia said that somehow he was the key, he fell back onto the puffy bed. Exhaling quite hard. It remained quiet for a moment, as he tried to understand the full extent of everything Gianna just said. “This… Terror of the Night. That’s Eliana losing control, isn’t it? That’s her going absolutely crazy. You want to direct that at Mayweather?” he asked. As he suddenly jumped up from the bed, he remembered something so vitally important that he couldn't believe he nearly forgot about it. He put his glass and bottle on Gia’s desk again, and began rummaging through his own backpack, while keeping his back toward Gia. “You said that I’m the key. That’s because she reacts to me, right? I'm one of the few she reacts to.” he slowly pulled the diary. Just now realizing how important it was. It actually made him shiver. What secrets did it contain? Would it tell about that fateful day? “I think I have something…” He turned around, holding the diary out so Gia could take it. “Remember when I said I did something worse? It’s the worst possible thing now.”

Holding her hand up, refusing the offering of the diary, Gia ordered, “Keep it. I want to see what you can think of, now that you have a piece of her heart." Her gaze trailed down to the journal, which for most women was a sacred book filled with secrets, “I don't just want to use her, Lucas. I want her. She's a far better villain than a hero, yet she has so many people that tell her otherwise. Do you really think she cares about being everyone's savoir?" Her question didn't require an answer, but if he wanted to, he could. “If we made her one of us, how do you think Samantha would react? Or any hero for that matter? It kinda shows that our little school system isn't perfect, you know?"

Standing up, finally feeling the world move from all the alcohol she drank, Cupid's Psyche smiled, “I don't want to share everything with you... not yet. That's far too much information for one night." Bringing her hands to his shoulders, she made sure he was clearly looking at her, “You are my righthand man. It's time for you to test... here." She brought one of her hands up and gently touched his forehead with her pointer finger, “You're a lot smarter than people take you for. Don't give Ellie a reason to forget you."

Turning Eliana. Now that was a thought Lucas wouldn’t have summoned on his own. It would make Mother Hurricane go mental. Maybe even literally!? Mayweather would feel the blow. It would be the ultimate strike Delphina could deliver. The daughter of an upfront teacher becoming a villain. Besides, even her powers would be a welcome addition to Delphina. Lucas could only mentally agree that she probably didn’t want to defend everyone. Not now that he heard that apparently going after Milo was just one of the ways to get to her. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what Gia said about the guy. He put the diary back in his backpack. His mind kept racing. Trying to find a way to turn oblivious Elliana into a villain.

Lucas smiled as she touched his forehead. “Thanks. That means a lot to me. It really does. And she won’t. Believe me. Give me a few weeks, and I’ll be constantly on her mind.” Making sure Gianna was standing steady, he picked up his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. He then walked next to her and put his hand on her hip. Holding her up, he knew they both were feeling the effects of the three shots in this instant. “Now. I think there is a certain party where we aren’t welcomed. How about we go teach those Mayweather pricks how Delphina parties?” he said, with his very teasing grin.

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By now Lucas and Gia had made their way to the Third Floor of Old East and almost near immediately were stopped by the Dewey Brothers. Nearly everyone knew the Delphina Queen's face.

"Woah, woah, woah. Gia, you know out of everyone you are especially not welcomed." Lou said, trying to make sure his tone didn't sting. He didn't want to set off Psyche or her pup, Twilight. Sure, they had a decent chance on taking these well known villains down but it truly wasn't worth the effort.

"Yeah, sorry. It sucks the party is majorly exclusive, but you know how things go." Scratching his head, Jay looked up at his brother and then brought his attention toward Lucas, keeping an eye on that one. The smarter one of the Dewey brothers did not trust the Queen's dog one bit, but then again, they were kind of being the hounds for their own queen too - huh.

“Boys, boys, boys. If you believe the party should be opened to more people, why are you doing this? Oh, wait, let me guess. You both have a thing for Sam. An obvious blush went over Chaos Theory's face, proving her assumptions, while Lou stared glaringly at the bronze skinned woman.

"Who told you that?" He barked.

Putting her hands up as if she were surrendering, she smiled, “I'm not trying to cause trouble but you two should know that word flies around campus pretty fast. Isn't that right, Lucas?"

“Even I know it guys.” He snickered, making it appear even more as if everyone already knew. While in fact, it was entirely new information. But he was used to Gia knowing things he didn’t, and he just rolled with it. Having no idea she had made a bluff. But now he dared to take it one step further: “But guys, if you win a person’s heart. This really isn’t the way to do it.” Lucas had, in fact, no idea if it was the way or not.

Nodding her head to Lucas' addition to her words, she continued to persuade them, “She'll go up there and have fun with some other guy, while you two... watch the door." The brothers looked at each other, both having seen Will and knowing well enough that there was a thing going on between their Sam and a hero they didn't necessarily like.

"But this makes Sam happy. She said it herself." Jay muttered, almost defeatingly.

Lucas, feeling a little more bold, gave a quick reply. "You know who's making her really happy? The guy she's going to the party with." He tried to hide his smirk. Though there was a really faint trace of it, in the corner of his lip.

Smiling in agreement, she stared at Lou, who seemed to be contemplating the situation. If they convinced him, Jay would follow suit, “Coming from personal experiences, I like the attention guys give me when they're interested. The harder they fight for me, the more likely I will respect them. I may be Sam's 'opposite', I guess, but she's still a woman and women love to feel loved." The taller Dewey glanced down at his younger brother and they both stepped to the side to discuss what they should do. They sure as hell didn't want to stand in the hallway all night while Will grinded on Sam, or whatever he planned to do with her. It was time for them to be major cockblocks. It was in their duty to protect Sam's heart and they would die before they allowed some unworthy hero like Will to have his way with her.

The Dewey Brothers had totally forgotten about the villains as they turned around and went to the door telling Danny they were hungry and would be back in five. That was a complete lie but it was enough for the aspiring journalist to let them both through, too busy reading an article on his phone to care. If he wasn't deeply invested in reading a story, he probably would have made one of them stay, but Lucas and Gia caught him at a good time. Looking up at her pup, she grinned, “Two down. One to go."

As if right on cue her phone beeped to signal that one of her Little Birdies had turned off the surveillance cameras for 25 seconds.

He returned Gia's grin, then followed up with: "Give me a few seconds and we're in." With a quick wink he began his work. Danny was near, and Lucas was ready. He let the golden energy of the Solar force envelop his fist, and launched the projectile square at Danny's gut. The sudden, unexpected force made him buckle over. Buying Lucas a vital few seconds to bridge the distance. When Danny looked up to see what was happening he was hit square in the jaw by Lucas' unpowered fist. The guy dropped down, unconscious, while Lucas waved with his fist. "God damn it! That hurts." After opening and closing his fist a few times, the pain ebbed away. "Okay but this guy gotta vanish. A lot of heroes will find it odd at the very least when they see one of their bouncers unconscious."

“10 seconds left. Janitor's closet. Now." Gia's orbs gestured to the right of her.

Lucas did as he was told, dragging the guy as quickly as possible. Still, the unconscious body was far heavier than he thought. He reached the closet, rather unsure if he was intime. With no time to stop and ponder, he just dumped the guy in there. "Sweet dreams" he whispered to the closed door, with a wicked grin. "Okay, let's go." He then told Gia.

By the roof door, there was a brick to hold it open. Opening the door, Gia pushed the brick against it (of course, with some struggle), “Now that's better. An open door policy. Just how I like it!" When Lucas walked to her side, she grabbed his arm. They were ready.

After sharing a short moment with Lucas and Jackson, the Delphina Queen strutted her way upstairs, knowing very well many eyes would be on her. She knew the moment she revealed herself, the hostesses would be infuriated and want to clash, but the "motherly" figure was ready. Gia was always ready. Opening the roof door, she looked around at who was here and the impressive "we have a lot of money" decorations. Without a doubt, the bronze skinned woman could feel the stares on her - oh how she relished the attention. Regardless, she was on a mission and that was: to get a fucking drink. Going to the food and drink area, her brown orbs glanced over at the DJ section where Will and Ava were talking, while Bailey was distracted with her passion. Looking at the selection of alcohol, she decided to try the punch. Oh no, this won't do. Gia grimaced at the weak alcohol content (da fuck is this?). Bending over, giving some of the heroes on the dance floor a nice display of her ass, she opened a cooler, scanning to see if they had... ooooooooh! She pulled out an unopened champagne bottle, probably meant for a toast for the year or some shit, and decided to add it to the punch. Now where is the corkscrew... Kneeling down, she looked under the table and rummaged through cloth shopping bags until finally she found it. With minor struggle, even if a freshman did offer to help her, Gia was able to make the bottle *pop*, champagne bursting in the air. If her presence wasn't known when she entered, well... HELLO WORLD.

Looking around, Psyche gave all the guests a blissful smile as she poured the entire bottle into the punch. After the bottle was completely empty, she mouthed to Louis Dewey, who was staring at her in amazement (or bewilderment - both basically the same), "This is going to be good!" Taking a plastic cup, she filled her drink to the brim and tried the punch again. With a loud cheer, she roared, "Now that's some good Peach punch!" It was only a matter of time that Ava would be storming toward her.

Taking it upon herself to meet the witch halfway, Gia strolled toward the DJ table, breathing in the beautiful air of the night. When they finally met face to face, with Will beside the pretentious Telsa, the playful woman stuck out her tongue. For a woman that was surrounded by mostly heroes, she wasn't scared at all. "Hey babe. Nice bash you got goin' on." Sipping the punch, Gia's expression was undoubtedly genuine. Too drunk to care about much of anything. She spent a moment or two finishing her entire cup, having her pointer finger up, which was a gesture that expressed for them to hold on a sec. The older woman chuckled, "Let's get straight to business. I don't want to fight and I'm sure you just want to have a bit of booze and maybe get laid tonight." She handed her empty cup to a random stranger, who oddly enough threw it away for her.

"You and Sam both knew this was coming. Impressive, I'll give you that. How well thought out everything was, I mean. But, did you honestly think I'd let this party pass me by?" Her question didn't warrant an answer, "I fucking love parties!" The entire roof was silent as she talked. Unmistakably, the temptress was filled with cheer and revelry, "Either way, getting back to the point, I don't want to fight. Why don't we put our little feud to rest for one night and actually enjoy ourselves, okay? I know if I threw a party, I'd invite you. As much as we all hate each other's guts, we're stuck together." Pausing for an instant to look at Will, who the Dewey Brothers were carefully watching (basically stalking), she brought her attention back to the redhead and gave an honest and carefree smile, "I don't know what some of the Delphina students have done to you guys and I don't care. It doesn't matter right now. You guys aren't perfect either. So all I'm asking is for one night of peace then we can commence on being childish tomorrow." Seeing Jay with more punch in his hand, she signaled for him to give her a sip with a slight nod of her head. Awkwardly, he obeyed, not knowing how to react in this kind of situation, "Even if you send me away, many more of us will be coming. So, I want to make this a violence free zone before then." Calmly inhaling in and exhaling out, she ended her rant with a question, "What's it gonna be, Avalon?"

"Ugh. What assholes." Jessica Sterling groaned as she finished folding the last of her clothes she had found scattered around the dorm room. She strolled over to her wardrobe, dropping the item off into its predetermined place. Everything was back to where it was meant to be. As frustrating as it was fixing up all of her clothes, Jess had honestly been relieved. The voicemail Lovelace had left the senior was cryptic to say the least. If she didn't know better, she'd of thought Lucas ran over Ellie's dog or something. The brief phonecall the two girls shared had shed some light on the earlier message. Apparently, Eliana and Luke were at each other's throats again. From what information Jess had garnered from her friend, Lucas had ambushed Milo and the Dreamcatcher had swooped in to rescue him, as she always did. Things were far from ordinary, though. Something happened. Ellie wouldn't tell Sterling what, but whatever had happened had thrown Lucas over the edge. Raiding the Mayweather rooms was a new low for him; not at all a surprise, but low none the less. Invincible stumbled over to her bed and collapsed in it, letting a sigh of relief escape her lips.

Her bed promptly collapsed under the weight.

"FUCK!" Jessica screamed, more out of fright than pain. She let out a string of vulgarity so vile and enraged toward Lucas, his family and Delphina in general, that the editor has chosen to not include it in the dialogue. It was after that brief outburst that Jess heard a faint knock on her door. She ran her fingers through her hair, taking a short breath to compose herself before answering it. "Hey." She greeted simply. "Come on in. Don't sit on the funiture."

"You too? How did they hit you? I say 'they' because... I doubt Lucas can do all this by himself. Especially some of those impressive knots in my clothes." Eliana sighed at the amount of damage that was still in her room, too tired to care about it in this instant. Giving her friend a light wave, her uneasiness written all over her face, Ellie quietly walked in and observed the bedroom, "At least your underwear isn't being used as decorations." Not knowing if Jess had anything she held dear to her or not, Dream Catcher gave her friend a concerned look, "Nothing is missing of yours...?" Her tone was undoubtedly uncertain. She wondered how each room differed in terms of damage. In a way, Ellie hoped she wasn't the only one missing a diary or something of great value, then she wouldn't feel like this was a direct attack on her. The rest of the rooms could potentially be a cover up for Lucas' revenge. He was a spiteful prick, who didn't know when to call it quits. If he didn't think she would flush a dream or a nightmare over him for a third time, he better think again.

"Eh, nothing major. Just tossed our clothes around a bit. Oh, and dismantled the beds. Finding that out was fun." Jess emphasized, the venom in her voice quite clear. "Unless Lucas recently started to hang out with boy scouts, I can only think of one guy who could've helped him with those knots." Invincible gave her friend a sympathetic smile; Ellie was typically difficult to read when it came to emotions. But she was an open book now. Which meant that whatever was bothering her was really getting in her head. Jess moved to the side so Lovelace could come in. The two of them were forced to awkwardly stand in the middle of the room. Thanks, IKEA. It takes three hours to put a bed together but five minutes to take it apart. "Did they seriously do that?" Jess huffed. "He's got it out for you. No doubt." She answered the next question with a brief shrug. "No. Nothing for them to steal anyway. I keep all my important shit on my person. Did they...?" Sterling let the question hang in the air, unfinished. While she didn't officially know about the diary, Jessica had a pretty good idea it existed. And was very important to Ellie. Lucas was in for it if he touched something Lovelace cared about.

Holding onto one of her arms and avoiding eye contact with Jess, which wasn't normal for any Lovelace, she lied, "Oh no, no! I was just curious. I would be pissed if they took away anything that belonged to you." Ellie could see the building anger in the strongest woman on campus. She didn't want to worry her anymore than she probably already was. Mild anger was fine. Rage bigger than a campfire would be dangerous for a person like Jess. Whatever was going on between Ellie and Lucas was something she needed to deal with herself, especially since he now had in possession something that held far too many thoughts that no one knew about. Not Milo. Not Jess. Not Jenna. No one. Wanting to change the focus of the conversation, the small woman tried her best to push her anxiety aside, and asked, "You're going to the party... right?" Her green orbs gently scanned her friend's workout outfit before adding, "I'd give you an outfit but most of my clothes are... well, you already know. And the dresses that can be used look rather short on me."

Jessica glanced down at her clothes. "I probably have something..." She muttered. Jessica made her way over toward the closet she shared with Samantha, continuing to listen to her friend as she searched for something to wear.

While Jess looked through her clothes, Ellie proposed something devious, "Before we go to the party, would you like to take a trip to Lucas' room? The proper thing to do is show him our gratitude. We can be classy about it. Rather than throw his clothes on the floor, it can go out the window. Rather than display his briefs on the wall, they can be scattered in the hallway. Rather than his bed break, his mattress can go missing. What do you say?"

Invincible couldn't help but devilishly grin. "Brilliant plan, El." Jessica threw off everything she was wearing with reckless abandon, slipping into something a little more...fashionable. "Alright. I'm ready to go. Let's go kick some ass."

Hardly audible, Ellie muttered, "I plan on it."

The first floor of the Mayweather Old West building was thankfully empty. That made it all the easier for Jessica to chuck a resonably sized rock into the back of the hallway's only security camera. The expensive piece of equipment fell to the floor, shattered and useless. "We can pay for that." Jessica whispered, making her way toward Lucas and Jaxson's dorm room door. "Knock knock." Sterling's black converse slammed into the door, snapping its metal hinging and sending the piece of wood flying into the wall. "We can pay for that too." She glanced around, scoping the room for her target. "I think this is Jackson's side. Let's leave his stuff alone." She said, waving a hand toward the slightly less despicable side of the room.

Never did Eliana expect to participate in school vandalism but there was always a first for everything. Her nerves were cleared away when pure excitement came rolling in. The thrill of sneaking into someone's room and paying her respects, especially someone she despised, felt unbelievably good. Ellie could only imagine how Lucas would react to his room being hit just as bad as her's, or even worse (truly, it depended on how he judged the damage done). Looking around to see that the hallway was still silent, Ellie tiptoed on the door that was now on the floor and entered the boys' room. "Maybe we should... eh, we'll make this quick." She was going to suggest putting the door up while they did their business, but if they truly focused, they could get this done in no time - ideally, with no witnesses. Goal: "Sophisticated" Destruction. Immediately, Ellie went to his desk and dragged his seat to his dresser, since his window was above it and she was short.

"I can do that." Jess said, standing behind the elevated Lovelace. She grabbed the top drawer and pulled it out. "Can you lift this?"

"The drawer?" Not waiting for a response, she took the drawer from her friend but the moment it was in her grasp, Ellie slumped downward. The struggle was real. Jess rolled her eyes, placing a single finger under the drawer to hold it up. "You need to hit the gym."

"I like to read... not lift." Jumping down the chair, she went to the pile of shirts on the floor and grabbed them, hoping to god they were clean, "What a pig." she muttered in disgust. Making her way toward Jess who was dealing with the clothes in the drawers, she gave her the offering of t-shirts.

Jessica took a step up onto the chair, pushing open the window with her free hand. It took a bit of elbow grease, but Sterling managed to fit the thing out of the tiny hole and tossed the drawer out the window and into the grass below. A few people looked her way, wondering what the hell was going on. She chose to ignore them; instead, Jess moved on to liberating the rest of Lucas's wardrobe and setting it free in the wild.

After Jess took the clothes from her, Ellie made her way to the closet, swinging it open, not trying to be quiet at all (it slammed against the wall). They were on a time crunch. Lucas' closet... was practically empty. He had a small amount of trousers, but for the most part his closet was filled with jeans and one fairly nice suit. Letting her hand touch the soft fabric of the suit, Dream Catcher's gaze softened, clearly taking a liking to it. That was short lived when she started to shake her head to focus. Stop being distracted. Grabbing the little briefs he had, Ellie scurried to the hallway and dropped them a good distance apart (she even hung a couple on other people's door knobs).

Coming back into the room, she took all his jeans, not questioning her deeds, and thought outloud, "Perhaps his pants should be harder to find..." Once again, Ellie took her leave and daringly went to the men's bathroom. *Knock* *Knock* Silence. Perfect. Entering cautiously, the tiny woman slipped into one of the stalls and put as many jeans she could fit in the bowl until it looked filled. Her stare went up to the flusher as she contemplated making the situation worse. She already went this far. Reaching toward the metal bar, she took a deep breath in and pushed on it. Once the toilet made a roar, Ellie jumped back, making sure her heels didn't get wet as water flooded out. The last batch of jeans she just threw in the air and exited the bathroom. The things they were doing were terrible but it felt kind of fun. Was it wrong that she enjoyed getting back at him?

The drawers were now successfully freed from their prison. Jessica looked around the room for something else to destroy. Her eyes lit up with mischief when they stopped on a peculiar boxing ball. "Looks like somebody has anger issues." She muttered to herself. She couldn't see any other reason to have this in his dorm. The Control Room had a perfectly working set of boxing training equipment. It was obviously for personal use. Sterling picked the thing up, stand and all. It was surprisingly well weighted, even for her. "Must use his powers on it.." The Mayweather hero exited the dorm room and jogged down the hall. She spotted a door marked 'Janitor's Closet' and stopped. "Perfect." Jessica proceeded to stuff the large workout equipment in the mess of a room. For added spice, she moved a bunch of stuff around to make getting at it all the more difficult. With all of that finished, Jess walked back to the dorm to see if Eliana had wrapped up with Lucas's jeans.

Both girls ended up going back to the dorm room at the same time, Ellie couldn't help but offer Jess a high five. Her mood was taking a turn for the better. After the girls slapped hands, she strutted into the room once more, no longer anxious or worried. Her and Jess were badass. She could only imagine how pissed Lucas would get when he realized everything that belonged to him was rearranged, "Let's keep his suit untouched. It's too nice." Her stare moved around the room once more, "I don't want to steal his laptop. Do you have any other ideas? I do want to leave him a small note..." Her voice trailed off as she went to his desk. After grabbing a blue pen, she wrote with clean, eloquent cursive on one of his homework assignments: I like your suit. and even added a sticking tongue face to tease him. Maybe he'll be forced to wear it tomorrow, that would be a sight to see, but knowing him he'd wear what he's wearing right now.

"Oooh. I'll get the battery out of his laptop." Jessica turned the computer over, placing her nigh invulnerable fingernail into each screw and slowly pulling them out. It took some time but eventually Invincible was rewarded with the sight of a small black object. "Boom." Sterling handed the device over to Eliana for safe keeping.

Holding onto the battery, Dream Catcher nodded in accomplisment, "I'd say the last thing that really matters is his mattress. Take it and go?" A smirk fell on her face. Ellie couldn't believe she just did all this - but she did and it felt great. "Mind if this..." She held up the battery, "Sits in your room? I know I'd be the first one he visits when he discovers all this."

Jessica took the battery back. "Better idea. If he wants it, he can come take it." She placed the object in her jacket pocket. Invincible moved over to Lucas's bed, grabbing a handful of material and lifting the material into the air. "After you." Wait till he gets a load of this.

Letting out a kid-like giggle, Eliana led the way as her friend followed suit. They didn't even bother to put the door back up. Sorry Jackson. You don't deserve the draft. Blame your roommate.

Eliana and Jessica made their way to the third floor of the Mayweather Old East building after dropping off Lucas's mattress in the fountain. With the sabotage successfully completed, the two girls would finally have a chance to enjoy themselves. Not that smashing up Farweight's dorm wasn't fun; that was all business. The pair of heroes arrived at the stairway to the roof, where there were supposed to be a trio of bouncers keeping Delphina students out. Yet, the Dewey brothers and Danny were no where to be found. A worried frown inched its way onto Sterling's face. "This can't be good." She muttered. Jess led the way up the stairs, expecting the absolute worst when she reached the roof.

The party was already in full swing. People were gathered around in groups, chatting away. The dance floor was sparsely populated but there was just enough activity to make the party seem lively. Jessica recognized most of students from her earlier years. She had spent enough time at Mayweather Academy to get to know the party circuit regulars. Her worried frown transformed into a full on grimace when she spotted Gianna Daniels standing next to Will and Avalon. "Oh no. We've got trouble, two o' clock." Invincible warned her companion.

Bringing her attention to where Jess directed her, Eliana rolled her eyes at the clash of the Queens. They had just entered the building when Sam was making her way to Gianna and it seemed like a bitch fest was about to start. Looking up at her friend, Ellie proposed, "I know we're not the type to get involved... but maybe we should break it up? I doubt the school wants articles about a massive brawl between their students. Mayweather only likes good headliners, after all." She took the next minute to examine the people and the quickest way to stop whatever was going to go down. Her green orbs fell on the Dewey Brothers prowling around the group and Bailey contemplating what song to choose to bring people onto the dance floor. Lowering her voice, she explained her plan, "Can you try to convince the Dewey Brothers to grab a Queen and dance? I'll request a song from Bailey... unless you have a better plan."

"This won't end well." Despite her reservations, Jessica went through with Ellie's plan anyway. She trusted her friend and knew that if she wanted to intervene, it was probably a good idea. Lovelace only got involved when it was absolutely necessary. Sterling slowed her breathing. Relax... She put on her best smile and approached the powder keg of a group, standing between the two Dewey brothers. "Hey guys. Great party." She giggled. Ugh. I sound like an airhead. Whatever. You owe me, El. Jessica pushed on, intent on bringing the plan to fruition. "But there's barely anyone dancing. Nobody likes to be the first one on the floor, ya know?" Pretending that she just had an epiphany, Jess placed a tentative finger to her lips. "I'd bet that they would appreciate their hostesses taking the first dance. Ohhhh, just perfect! Why don't you boys help our queens out with that?" Jessica motioned toward the Dewey brothers. It was well known that they both were falling head over heels for Samantha. Getting one of them to dance with her wouldn't be difficult. Avalon and Gianna, on the other hand, were a different story. "Can I steal him for a second?" Jess scooted over toward Will and grabbed his arms. "Kay, thanks!" She said before Ava could answer. Sterling dragged the hero (perhaps a little too forcefully) to the side. Her demeanor darkened the instant they were out of earshot. "Get those two apart before they start World War Three."

The closer Ellie got to Bailey the more she realized how little she knew about 'club music'. Usually, she wouldn't interfere but the incident with Lucas this morning was enough for her to stop something between some of the more powerful people that walked these school grounds. For people that were older than her (referring to Sam, Ava, and Gia), they seemed like they enjoyed egging each other on a lot more than they should, hoping the other would make the first move so that they could unleash their fury. Why couldn't people just enjoy themselves? Honestly, they may have not led to a brawl, but Dream Catcher wasn't going to risk it. Approaching the girl who had purple headphones around her neck, Ellie timidly waved at her.

"Oh hey Lovelace! What's crackin'?" the DJ cheered, happy to have a visitor. Bringing her hand to her hair, Ellie nervously twirled the strands from the end of her bangs.

"I was wondering if you could play..." She scanned a binder beside her and blurted out, "#27! Uh yeah, that one." Pointing at the binder, she nodded as if she knew the song she had just chosen, "IIt seems like a good party starter, don't you think?"

"Woah! I didn't know you liked music like this. You got it girl. First song of the night goes to you." Bailey winked at the awkward girl as she grabbed a hold of her UPS mouse and went to the song that guest requested on her laptop.

"Make sure it's real loud! I want us to get everyone to the dance floor." Ellie added. The DJ grinned at her, conveying "That's the spirit" through her eyes. When the song Turn Down for What by DJ Snake and Lil Jon BLASTED on, the brunette stared at the DJ, a little intimidated with the song that was playing. What was this? Before Bailey could look up at Ellie, she made her escape, the music filling the entire area. Oddly enough, a bunch of people began rushing to the dance floor... seemed like she chose a popular song. While she walked away, she saw Lucas at the edge of the roof, sitting on the half wall. The fire inside her that had dissipated had risen once more. She needed to make this quick. Making her way to Jay, she shouted, "Get out there and dance with your lady!" She gently pushed him into Sam, a blush instantly falling on his face. Not losing this chance, the younger Dewey grabbed his Queen's hand and pulled her to the dance floor. Lou saw this and his face was in complete shock. He didn't even acknowlege Eliana as the culprit. His glare followed his brother like a hawk. As if the dominoes had fallen, Lou Dewey grabbed Ava's hand and pulled her to the dance floor to make sure his brother didn't get 'touchy feely' with Sam.

Gia locked eyes with Ellie and gave her a smirk, as if she understood what was going on. Handing her drink to the tiny girl that set things in motion, the sex goddess turned to where Jess was talking to Will. The Delphina Queen made her way to them.

First, Psyche glanced at Jess and grinned, "I'll take it from here." Bringing her attention to Will, with her capitivating eyes, Gia cooed, "Come on Hero-boy, show me what you're made of." Grabbing onto his arm, she giggled, giving him no choice in the matter, "Let's enjoy ourselves, shall we?"

The closer they got to Sam, the more excited Gia became. She couldn't help but meet eyes with her, having an idea that perhaps the Dewey brothers were onto something - Sam must have a thing for Will.

With slightly widen eyes, Ellie realized what she did, not knowing if that was smart of her or not. Taking her doubts out of her mind by shaking her head, she absentmindely took a sip of the stranger's punch. No, she didn't sip. She chugged the rest down. "Time for me to deal with my problem. Go enjoy yourself and thanks for everything, Jess."

Inhaling in, Eliana gracefully made her way to the horrendous man, enjoying his own bliss. Passing a garbage can, she threw away the cup. Immediately afterwards, she grabbed onto the bottom of her dress as her body gradually became buzzed. You got this... just ask him to kindly... maybe that'll work. God, who am I kidding? This is fucking Lucas. He's no diplomat. Coming out of no where, she gently tapped his shoulder, "We need to talk."

Lucas was listening to a slightly buzzed bunch of Delphinas. Among them the bottle of strawberry vodka got passed on, assuring that the entire group would be merry. Lucas made it a point to know all the Freshmen. Because sooner, rather than later, they would have to keep Delphina's honor high. And he would be damned if they didn't know how. The Freshmen in this case already knew Lucas somewhat. His reputation preceded him after all. Especially as Gia's puppy. They also knew about his quarrel with Eliana. So when she tapped his shoulder, the entire group except for Lucas saw who it was and took a step away. Freshmen feared Eliana mostly because of her last name. Lucas, suspicious of why, on the exact moment he felt something on his shoulder his group of freshmen lost their tongues, turned around to see who it was. Ugh... No! I just wanted a good party. Why she, why now? When she said that they had to talk, he simply answered: "Do we?" hoping that she'd get the message that he wasn't in the mood. Behind him, the Delphina freshmen scattered like bugs.

Her green orbs darkened. Was he being serious right now? Was he deliberately playing dumb to piss her off? She didn’t drink nearly enough alcohol for this bullshit. Her gaze scanned the terrified freshmen as they watched the individuals known for the biggest feud on school grounds glare at each other. The amount of tension in one area was too much for them to handle so they silently tried to scurry off. Crossing her arms, with disdain written all over her face, Eliana tsked before retorting at his drunken arrogance, “You never fail to disappoint. Don’t play dumb, Lucas. You have something of mine." She paused to let that sink in his dense skull, before adding, "If you didn’t want to deal with me, you shouldn’t have taken it.”

Stepping closer to him, making sure he got a good look at how serious she was and that she would never be afraid of some fool like him, which made the freshmen speed away, Ellie calmly continued, “If you think I’ll leave you alone to have a ‘good time’, you better think again. I do not want to fight but if I must, I will. So, I’ll repeat what I said, you have something of mine.”

Fight? She would fight him? "You don't fight." he casually said. Taking a sip from his strong punch just to show how little he really cared. "You will just give me some sort of illusion. Or nightmares. But you won't fight me. I'm too strong for that." his tone changed slightly. He felt as if he was just stating the facts. In the most uninteresting way possible. "Besides, a truce has been called. No fighting for tonight. So why don't you go look up the darkest possible corner around here, sulk and read some book." He wanted to turn away, but he felt as if the jab came a little short to its mark. So he inched a little closer and whispered: "But don't worry. I haven't broken the lock...yet." That plastered a grin over his face. Thinking it would be a strong enough deterent, so she would just walk away angry.

The boiling anger was neverending when it came to Lucas. How could someone make her this infuriated? He truly wanted war. Without a doubt, he underestimated her. Ellie may not be someone who could take him down physically but she was fully capable of tearing his insides out - methaphorically speaking. When he inched closer to her, whispering in her ear about her journal, her teeth grinded - this fucking asshole. She took a moment to 'accidentally' push his drink into him, making it spill all over his shirt, "Oh, what a shame." Her feet were planted on the ground. She was not going anywhere. "The truce has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me. You really think you won, don't you? Having access to all my deepest, darkest secrets. It must help you sleep at night knowing you have that kind of power over someone." Rolling her eyes, she gently pushed some of her bangs behind her right ear, "Do your worst. But don't think for a second that you're safe. Whether your drunken self can believe it or not, I will ruin you." Her expression was stoic, unnervingly calm, but her words seethed with venom, "You can believe what you want about me but it's not over until I say it is."

That bitch. Lucas is a very peculiar person. He put a lot of time in dressing, just so he'd look as if he didn't put time in it at all. That meant that, while it may not look like much, the shirt he was wearing was one of his favorites. And she just spilled all over it. The fire that got extinguished after the talk with Gia flared back up like an inferno. She pushed the right button, but he wondered if she could live with the consequences. Eliana clearly didn't have much situational awareness. For starters, a lot of Delphinas were around them. While still keeping their distance. But Lucas didn't see a Mayweather. The Segregation, while not official, was still very much apparent. Eliana probably didn't realize what she awokened within him until it was too late. When he looked up from his cup and shirt, his eyes were on fire. Burning with something more than just distate. It was the very same hatred that had burned in Gia's room. With both his hands he pushed her. Causing Ellie to take a few steps back, while watching behind her so she wouldn't stumble. Her rear hit the wall when she looked up, seeing only a golden fist going straight at her. She closed her eyes near immediately.

It didn't hit her though. It hit the wall, inches away from the side of her face. His eyes were dangerously serious at the moment that her mysterious green orbs were staring straight at him once more. The fire burned bright within him, and it even manifested itself through the solar force. With golden electric-like arches forming over his right arm. It hadn't just hit the wall, it actually cracked the bricks. The effect on bone would have been horrible. "Listen here, you little, worthless, piece of crap." His breathing was deep and hard, as if he was actually preparing for a fight. "I've had it with your shitstain of an attitude. Let me explain it as clearly as possible, so that peanut fucking brain of yours gets it. You are nothing. You are less than nothing. You can't win against me." To make sure his point came across he pulled back his fist and ramed it next to her arm, once more using his force. Causing a second crack to form. As he talked, he spoke with the fires of hell itself. He stopped being his controlled, uncaring self. It was time to make it all clear. "The more you think you can, the deeper you're digging your own grave. I've been playing nice until now. But don't think I'll keep being nice. You're not the only who will suffer because of your choices."

The main trigger to Night Terror has always been her fear. Fear is what caused her to black out in the past… in grade school, in middle school, and in high school. Fear is what made her hurt far too many individuals at once. Fear is what caused her to curl up, keep to herself, and avoid human interaction. Avoiding her would be in everyone’s best interest. To say Eliana wasn’t afraid would be a lie, she could feel her life hanging by a thread, but by now she has trained herself to not show her fear on her face, even though she wanted to cry. Her emotionless expression could be read as she either didn’t know how to react to him or she was a fucking masochist at heart.

Unlike the past incidents, where her tormentors would corner her and get straight to business, Lucas… was holding back, but enough to show how much he truly hated her and… how strong he was, especially in comparison to her. Maybe, he wasn’t as insecure as she made him out to be. Maybe, he just hated her – it wouldn’t be unusual. Hate was something she was used to, or at least, she should be. Why… why is it she was always the one hated? Lucas was as honest as they came when he felt any sort of emotion. Sure, he was a terrible person but at least he was honest and accepted the hate he asked for.

This was silly, this feud they shared.

Even Brenna despised her though she was the one that ruined Ellie’s image… way back when. She was the one that made sure the rest of Ellie’s high school career was not something worth attending. All because they shared the same love interest. Lucas started the feud yet here Ellie was allowing him to get the best of her. How is it that she was the one who was hated yet all these people in her life have done far worst things to her? What made her so different than everyone else? It was like she was meant to be unloved and alone forever. If making her feel like shit was what Lucas intended to do, he succeeded, probably far more than he was aiming for.

Unlike her past incidents, Ellie felt a seeded sadness in her heart. He could kill her if he wanted to... would she fight back? Rather than trigger her dark nature, her eyes became distant and cold, as she stared at him, or well, through him. The more her thoughts rained over in her mind, the more she realized how worthless she was. He was right. She was worthless. As much as she would want to tell herself otherwise, it’s the only thing that made sense in her lonely life. Ellie wasn’t strong. No matter what she did, what would she accomplish? Nothing. She was nothing.

“You’re right.” Those are the only words that escaped her lips. Her voice was monotone and low. She was done with this petty game. Eliana felt stupid, she was stupid. Only she would make herself believe she could compete with someone like Lucas. Most individuals in her mental state would care about the people they would endanger because of this feud, but she only cared about how insufficient and weak she was.

Excusing herself without saying a word, not even running, just walking, she made her leave. He had awoken her insecurities… she needed to be alone.

Lucas watched Eliana walk away. But his rage hadn’t cooled off yet. In fact, it flared even more. As if his subconscious was begging for a fight. Begging to punch and get punched. The pack of Delphinas looked at Lucas as if they were watching a wild animal. To their right, he did look like one. Breathing heavy, his face red and with a fist that very clearly just hit something. “What!?” he yelled, probably a little too loud, to the group. Who immediately turned towards each other as if they didn’t see him. But he knew they were peeking. He looked at the cup he dropped when he pushed her. The punch was gone. Looking around, he could almost start hearing the whispers. The party lost its appetite to him. It felt dull and far too happy. With force he pushed himself through the bunch and headed down. He had to cool off. He had to let the fire burn itself out. He wouldn’t be able to sleep until it was extinguished. But when he arrived at his hallway the flames got some oil thrown over it.

Not thinking straight, Ellie absentmindely left the party. She didn't say goodbye to Jess. She didn't drown herself with alcohol to numb her sadness. None of that would help her right now. Walking quietly, ignoring all the drunk and blissful college students that prowled in the hallways, and on school grounds, Dream Catcher could only think of one thing as the darkness of the night surrounded her and all noise that filled the air was droned out. The night was getting fairly chilly and she didn't have a sweater, but that's okay. A cool, cold brisk didn't hurt... there was far worst things in the world. Her heels resounded on the pavement as she passed the many buildings of the school until finally she reached the auditorium. Walking on the side of it, she made her way to the back and rummaged around in her purse. Within time, Ellie pulled out her mother's spare ID key card, which unlocked most of the rooms on campus, including the stimulation rooms in the Control Room. She pressed the card lightly on the scanner causing the back door to *click* open. Before she entered, Ellie turned to see if anyone was around. No one. Thankful and believing that no one was watching her, she entered the building.

His underwear was everywhere. Literally everywhere. For a moment he couldn’t comprehend what happened. It was his alright, but how did it get so thrown around? He rushed towards his room, and could only see the door. On the ground. The hinges were clearly broken. For a moment, he was actually afraid to enter. But Lucas was not a coward. He took the step in, and immediately noticed what was all missing. Almost everything. His room had been cleaned out alright. The drawer was in shambles downstairs. It was probably thrown through the window. And considering all the colorful spots, his clothes were still in it. To make matters worse he couldn’t find his jeans. Until he did find them. Somewhere stuck in the toilet and he decided to leave them there. Those just on the floor and wet he did grab. Together with his underwear. All the while his anger didn’t vanish. Where the hell was his mattress!? When he went downstairs for his shirts he found it. In the fountain. With the strength that could only come from pure, untainted anger he hauled the damn thing out of it, but he couldn’t find the strength to pull it up the stairs. So he settled for just taking his clothes with him and returning to his room. When he was done gathering the rest of his clothes, he grabbed one of his strongest bottles of his stash, which luckily was left untouched, and started drinking. Straight from the bottle. Trying to extinguish his fire with the liquid. But it made matters worse.

Oddly enough, entering the auditorium gave her a sense of peace and comfort. Ellie was alone and that's how things should be. Behind the stage, she used her mother's card to unlock the music classroom. After opening it, she made her way to the closet where her white cello was stored in a black case with stretch panne red velvet velour on the inside. Picking up her case, she made her way to the stage of the auditorium and placed it gently on the wooden ground. Quickly, she grabbed a chair and brought it to the center of the stage (no, she did not drag it). With no one around, Eliana could be herself and get lost in her music - something she loved doing. Bending over, she unlatched her case and took out her cello. For someone as tiny as her, her father was surprised she took an interest in a fairly big instrument. It's an odd feeling, when you watch someone play something so beautiful and just know that you want to be them. Her father had taken her to an orchestra concert in London and there she found one of her passions. She saw a beautiful woman with red curls, a black dress, and burning fire in her eyes. The kind of fire that showed she loved what she was doing, the fire that said: I'm happy and this is what I will do for the rest of my life.

After that day, when she was only six, Ellie decided she would learn the cello and so she did. For the most part, her father hired classical mentors and bought her song books galore of famous cellists like Emanuel Feuermann or Luigi Boccherini, but she did take it upon herself to explore her own capabilities. Finding one song in particular that truly touched her heart. This song was in a movie about being human and longing to connect, love, and feel loved. It created imaginatively stimulating inner landscapes. Well, that is... if you look deep into it. On the surface, it was a movie about fighting drug addiction.



His room was too bright, even with the lights off. There was something too confining about the walls. He felt like a beast in his cage. Trashing and growling. With the bottle still in his hand he walked out into the hallways. Of course, some Delphinas and Mayweathers would have seen it. Hiding what happened would be a lost cause. The feeling within him turned savage. Coherent thoughts were replaced by bare emotion. The drinks washed away years of civilization and exposed the animal within him. An animal that was untamable and made of flames. The bottle in his hand grew lighter as he strolled into the darkness. This was where he was supposed to be. Enveloped by the black. Nighttime would shelter him and his animalistic anger from the world. As well as it would allow him to burn and blaze like the cataclysm he slowly became. He strolled towards the nearby forest. Drinking far too much and far too fast. He decided that there was nothing that he could do but burn bright and hard and hope he would fade before he crumbled.

He put the half-empty bottle down next to a trunk, and without giving it much thought, he slammed his fist against it. With his power, and it broke some bark. Then his next fist came. Soon a flurry of golden hits came down upon the hard wood, which could clearly take it but would have a mark from it. His fists kept raining down, and while his powers could shelter his hands from some of the damage, after the repeating hits his skin started to show cuts. Lucas didn’t care, though. The adrenaline numbed his aching muscles. The endorphins blocked every signal that something was wrong. He kept going, as drops of blood flowed off his knuckles. When his hands began to tremble, it was time to switch it off some more. He started kicking the tree. With the flat of his foot, with the back of it, with his shinbone. Leaving nasty bruises and cuts there. But he kept at it. Until everything felt suspiciously numb. His brain, overridden by a myriad of chemicals and hormones, was breaking his body. This was his true side. His violent side.

Her chaurtese green orbs were lit under the faint stage light as the music enveloped the empty room. She was an angel lit in darkness. She was a caged bird trapped in her own head. Her blanket was the night and her cello was her song. Eliana's face grew soft as her mind let the music take over - washing away all her insecurities and poor sense of self worth. Her expression was focused on looking forward at the empty seats while her eyes glimmered under the light. As much as she wanted her constant internal battle to vanish, she knew that this would only be a temporary fix. Maybe... she needed this cage. At least behind her own mental bars, she couldn't get hurt.

No more thinking. All she wanted to do was seranade the night and that's exactly what she was going to do.

Eventually he had to stop. Not because he wanted though. There was only so much punishment that his body could take before it would start shutting him out. Blood dripped off his nails onto the ground. He just forgot his bottle. Too much was flooding him already. His muscles now actively trembled, and walking required actual effort. He didn’t have much time, that much he knew. It was the biggest speck of thought in his mind, among his shattered psyche. He had to find somewhere, someplace where it could all finish him off. In the distance, very faint, he could hear something. It wasn’t the party, it came from the wrong direction and was far too soft. With a body that started refusing its orders he dragged himself towards the building. It wouldn’t take long now. He stopped the violence, so his brain would cut off the adrenaline. His muscles would start to ache, then tremble and eventually feel as if they tore themselves to shreds. Soon after that his natural pain blockers would dissolve. Letting the signals through again. He felt the pain already, but it was a distant sensation. He knew it was there and he knew it was hurting. But he didn’t feel it yet. He soon would. Soon everything would be worse than before. But the music grew louder as he approached the auditorium. His blood and pain began to extinguish the flames within him, but the damage had been done.

Someone was inside the building that was for sure. Whoever it was, he or she played her instrument beautifully. Not able to push himself any further, he fell down next to the door. Using his final ounce of strength he sat himself up against the wall. From now on he could do but two things. Listen to the beautiful music and await the inevitable darkness to swallow him whole. As his body gave up on him completely, his senses began to return to him. The music became sharper, and he began to recognize the tune. “No..” he whimpered, but with a certain joy. The song, it was a song he loved since he was young. Throughout the turmoil of the past years, that song and his love for it remained. If he wasn’t drunk or broken, he may have questioned who played the one song that soothed him. A guardian angel? His sister? But he couldn’t think that clearly anymore. He could only feel a final spark of joy before the darkness crawled over his eyes, and finally took him away.

[Note: Please don't write that you stumbled upon Lucas - Legion will be gone for this upcoming week. BeastofDestiny and I plan to get his character to the infirmary. Thanks.]

The rest of the day had been fairly uneventful, after intervening in Klaus'...activities, Elijah went about his business. He wandered, he thought, he appreciated the beauty that life had to offer, while everyone else simply shied away from him, as was usually the case. He heard the rumors and the whispers of a 'heroes only' party that evening and merely scoffed at The Mayweather's pettiness. It was like they were openly issuing a challenge for his classmates to crash the party, but he wouldn't stoop to their level, he knew when he was unwanted, and he didn't care enough to try really.

As night fell, he found himself up in the branches of a tree near the auditorium, his mindscape a wandering haven for the colors and auras of those who passed beneath him. Elijah of course, remained undetected, a silent wraith to the student's gossip and excitement that was sure to fill the evening. Recounting the day's events, his mind wandered to Klaus' final words to him

"Oh, but Masterson? Do not threaten me again or you will not live to regret it."

The line was merely for show, to make his followers believe him to be the undefeated leader that he was. Perhaps he would not live long enough to regret saying such a statement, 'Don't make promises you can't keep Untergang...'

Elijah's thoughts were suddenly intruded as he noticed a peculiar aura, one filled with...sadness, loneliness...hopeless abandon perhaps? It disappeared into the school, purportedly the auditorium's back entrance. How peculiar that a wandering soul would find their way into a room that was normally locked, unless of course they had special access. That was when it hit him, that was Eliana Lovelace, he thought her aura to be familiar, though he'd never seen it in such a state of depravity. However, he wasn't interested enough to follow the girl, and merely kept to himself; that is, until the music began to play. He opened his ears to the song, a sad melody of a sad soul, only such beauty could be played by something so tragic. So the girl was deeply troubled then? He sat back, merely listening to the tune, all that inner pain and turmoil channeled into one song, then another curiosity came out of nowhere. A rather uninteresting aura, someone who probably sought after the music? She was new, he hadn't seen her before, thus his interest was lacking as she found her way into the auditorium. More time passed and it seemed the music was beginning to draw even more interesting individuals.

Another wandering soul, an amalgam of colors as their aura passed beneath Elijah's very tree. He recognized the aura as Lucas, one of his classmates. Though Elijah had never personally spoken to the young man, as far as he was concerned, his temper was just as strong as Elijah's yet far from controlled as he was prone to frequent outbursts. He was very clearly drunk and injured, a dripping trail of his residual aura falling like drops of rain in the young man's wake before he collapsed against the school building. He knew of the feud between Lucas and Eliana, if only he knew that she was the one inside, or if only she knew that he was outside. Elijah was tempted to give his classmate aid, but stayed himself when he noticed the change in Lucas' aura. It was...joy? For the amount of intoxication, anger, pain, sadness, and the other emotions that clustered into his aura, joy suddenly became the most prominent. It was brief before he slipped into darkness, but it was there and now that was left was the residual effects of pain and unconsciousness. Now would probably have been the best time for him to have helped his classmate, but that was when the music stopped and Elijah kept his observation.