Fiona's mind was a blur of thoughts, sights and sounds. She could feel a body pressing against her side, supporting her. She could feel the ground moving a lot faster than she could stumble along with. She could hear booming music and voices screaming themselves hoarse.
She had no idea what was going on. Who was by her side. She couldn't think. Nothing made sense.
She loved it.
Her feet started scraping more, and she vaguely gathered that she was mounting some breed of stairs.
Then with a movement far too fast for her glazed vision to cope with, she was flung uncerimoniously onto something soft. Once her vision cleared, she managed to turn her head and gather enough wits together to realise that she was on a bed.
A faint click stunned her into realisation. A door was being locked. Suddenly, being completely immobile didn't look so appetising.
Then a figure was over her, blocking her vision, and she was being hit on the side of her face, strong and fast.
Her head reeled, her stomach twisted and she lost all feeling to nausea.
Slowly she regained enough of her wits to be aware once again. Her face was throbbing.
She saw the stranger in front of her, at the foot of the bed. He was removing his belt… Stepping out of his jeans…
Fiona could only stare, wide-eyed, her vocal cords frozen in fear. Her hands flapped uselessly, her wrists tightly pinioned to the rough wooden framework.
When had that happened? She thrashed against the bindings, to find it futile. She hadn't the strength in such an intoxicated state.
She was frozen in terror as she watched the now naked stranger climb onto the bed, to straddle her. He was silent, staring down at her with lust-filled eyes.
She felt more then saw her clothes being ripped apart, leaving her naked and chained to the bed with a stranger straddling her. It was when a calloused hand groped her chest, the other worming its way lower that she found her voice.
A blood-chilling scream torrented through the halls, right past two extremely worried males. One of them lifted his head, then dismissed it as a rather loud cymbol hit pulsing from the multiple subwoofers placed all around the buildings.
"We have to find her, Irvine. She could be in danger."
The other grimly nodded. "I'll check the grounds again. You check all the halls. Listen for anything strange."
Nodding to each other, the two guys seperated, jogging in their worries.
A well-known young male sat in his room, staring at the door distastefully. He wasn't too fond of large gatherings, and as such had retreated to his room in an attempt to wait out the horrid affair.
When a blood-curdling scream climbed under his door, he leapt to his feet, and yanked open his door, trying to locate the source.
After her scream, the man had covered her mouth with his own, preventing any form of alert for outsiders. Unfortunately for him, Fiona decided to thrash about on the bed, causing it to rock into the wall.
"Look you bitch, stop that-"
"Help! Please!"
SLAP.
Scream.
Right across the hall from him, what sounded like a bed hit the wall repeatedly, then Raven heard calls for help.
Instantly, he was at the door, kicking it in.
"Oh shit-"
Punch. Kick. Kick. Punch. Spit. Kick. Elbow. Knee to groin. Punch. Kick.
Snap. Broken leg.
"R…Raven?"
Unable to cover herself, and her mind too blurry to realise how exposed she was, Fiona watched in alarm as Raven had entered, and continued to pummel the stranger in a broken bloody heap on the ground.
The dark haired male sharply looked up at the bed.
"Fiona!"
"Oh Raven," Tears clouded her already dodgy vision. "He tried to rape me. He. He was going to… Who is he!"
Raven realised that Fiona would be of no help while she was going into shock, so he crossed over to the bed, untied her arms and removed his shirt, letting her use it to cover her body. Luckily it dropped to half way down her thighs, which was enough cover to get her to her own room.
He escorted the babbling shell-shocked blonde out of the room, down the hall, and to her own level. As they walked to her room, well, Raven walked, she got dragged along beside him, people around them stared in wonder. They couldn't be blamed for staring, as Fiona was wearing what appeared to be a nightshirt, and Raven was topless, ever the brilliant sight.
However, any comments were resolutely ignored, and finally Raven got to the door of Fiona's room.
"Fiona! Raven, what are you doing with her? What is she wearing?"
Studying Karl, Raven entered Fiona's room, depositing her on her bed, pulling the covers over her shaking body.
"Shueboltz. You will find a man on the floor in the room opposite my own. He's rather beaten up, with a broken leg at least. I found him attempting to rape Fiona."
Anger shone through the older male's eyes.
"I'll fucking kill him."
"No. We are going to settle Fiona in, make sure she's okay, then gather all of her friends, make sure they know she's okay, and send everybody else home. I'll get somebody else to deal with the filth that did this."
Karl nodded. "I'll go find Irvine- he's looking for Fiona as well. Then I'll get the group, and we'll meet here."
Raven shook his head. "No, Fiona needs to rest. Meet in Reeces' room. It's just down the hall."
Nodding, Karl gave a last longing look at Fiona and exited the room.
Reece watched Moonbay carefully for a reaction. She had just divulged to her the father of the baby. And Moonbay had started choking. And choking. And…
"Oh my God, Moonbay!"
Reece had seen it all before. Overuse of drugs… The horrible swelling of the throat, the lack of air, the blue tinge to the face.. The corpse keeling over sideways…
She grabbed the closest phone, and dialed 111. "My friend's choking, she's OD'd!"
While she talked to the lady who was sending an ambulance straight away, others noticed Moonbay's condition and were carrying her to the gates, trying to make it easier for the ambulance when it arrived.
Irvine was still searching for Fiona when he ran into Karl.
"Irvine, she's safe. Raven saved her. Long story. We need to get the others, and meet in Reece's room."
Nodding at the brief explanation, Irvine led Karl to where he knew Moonbay and Reece had settled.
…Only to find everybody screaming, most crying, and Reece running towards a crowd of people, distraught.
"Reece!"
The two guys sprinted to catch up with her, which wasn't hard as she was pregnant.
"What's going on!"
Reece turned to face them, tears streaming down her face.
"It's Moonbay! She was just having a smoke, then. Then."
"Oh God, no! She OD'd? Fuck!"
That's it. It's so hot I can't think. I'm melting. Screw you, summer.