Why now?(open)

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Devi had his back to a large tree with his sketch book in his lap. He had his black and bright purple scarf wrapped neatly around his neck as it covered his mouth. His form fitting black hoodie was zipped up half way as his skinny jeans stuck to his thin figure. He was almost finished the picture of his brother in flight. He looked up as Dawn and Shadow landed at his side. Three tall men came from the school and right up to him. They had these fake grins on their faces and Devi looked up.

"May I help you?"

He looked up as his voice was muffled by the scarf. the one that looked to be the leader tore his sketch book away as another ripped his scarf away. He sharled at then as they chuckled loudly. They threw the items to the side and took him up by the collar before tossing him like a rag doll. He grunted as he hit the tree rather hard. He sat up as they laughed loudly like fools.

"Looks like the fag's gonna fuss."

"Well if that was meant to hurt, that was rather weak."

He stood up and threw a quick punch at the teen's jaw. He could hear it shift with a crack from the hit. He shook his hand loosely from how hard the bone was. The other two tackled him to the ground and start kicking and punching at his face and rib cage. He started screaming as one of his ribs cracked and his mouth bled.the boys were laughing as they almost crushed his leg under their feet. Once Devi had curled up, they stopped and left laughing wildly as they spoke.

"It's been fun faggot!"

He slowly got up off the ground and coughed up some blood. His fangs were excented over his lower lip as they touched his lip pierceings. He sat up and placed his back to the tree as he wrapped one arm to apply some pressue to ease his pain. He reached out and grabbed his scarf and sketch book to place at his side. He carefully wrapped the scarf back around his neck covering his mouth as he lightly cried. There were many people around, but none seemed to have notice the beating he just took on his first day.

"Why now? Of all the times why now?"

He spoke there's words under his breath. The pain was getting sharper as he rolled onto his side.

[S I L A C E]

There's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it. Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their 'discomfort' like a favorite shirt. I can't say I'm very pleased with where my life is just now... but I can't help but look forward to where it's going.

They say that being a bystander is just as bad as being the bully sometimes, but only if you don't do something about what you'd just witnessed. Izzy was a witness, but as the trio of guys approached the dude who was drawing, she'd dimply assumed that they were friends or something, but was proven wrong from when they started terrorizing him. Not sure whether she should bother stopping the fight or just walk away, she watched, and frowned as the sketcher curled up on the ground and got kicked and whatnot. Then the guys laughed and said something, before backing off and letting the guy wither in pain, or whatever he was doing. Izzy wasn't close enough to see exactly what was going on, but her excellent hearing picked up the guys voices as they left. "It's been fun faggot!" ...Random much? Seriously, are these guys so desperate for attention that they resort to beating up some guy in an attempt for glory? Well, attention was what they were going to get. Medical attention.

They say that two wrongs don't make a right, but that old saying didn't stop Isabelle from getting up onto her feet and slipping on her windbreaker, before making her way to the trio. Being a vampire, her body temperature was cold enough for her not to really notice the recent temperature drop, but she decided to wear a windbreaker if nothing else. Brushing off the back of her Silver jeans, she approached the trio. "Hey," she began, looking them in the eyes, her expression casual but a twinge of determination in her eyes. Before they had a chance to reply, she continued. "It's pretty funny that you beat up that guy over there, isn't it?" They laughed, agreeing. "It's also pretty funny that he's bleeding right now, isn't it?" Their laughter was beginning to dwindle, as they seemed to be wondering what she was trying to get at. "Uh..."

Izyy smiled as the un-intelligent response she'd received. "But don't you think it would just be absolutely hilarious if every person in this yard witnessed some girl beat the crap out of a trio of tall, strong, attention-hungry guys?" Well, that had seemed to get them annoyed up to the point where the one who was to the right took a swing at her, but her speed let her dodge that like a breeze. "Well I do!!" she laughed, before returning the punch to the guy, and his jaw was apparently already in bad shape, since she didn't feel the bones crack as they should have been had the jaw been intact.

As the guy hunched over, hand over his jaw, red blotches dotting the ground below him. Looking to the next guy, he seemed to be aggravated by her actions [obviously], and threw himself at her. grabbing his wrists, she twisted them and felt them sprain under the pressure, and tossing him in the wounded-jaw guy's direction. She used the momentum of the swing to ax-kick the next guy in the ribs, and heard the sickening crunch that followed. He howled in pain, but that didn't stop Izzy. No, they can feel their pain. She gave the trio a satisfactory smirk as they were in too much pain to fight back. "Aren't the sharpest tools in the shed, now are you?" she asked before laughing and heading off to the guy who'd been hurt earlier, leaving the trio behind without betting an eyelash. That, after all, is what they had done to this guy she was now a mere couple feet away from.

Bending down, she sat on her heels and looked to the guy. "Hey. You alright?" Aside from the bleeding lip and the obvious pain he was in, this guy was pretty cute. No harm in helping a hot guy in need, right?

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He opened his eyes slightly as a voice directed at him was heard. He slowly sat up with his free hand on his forehead. He blinked for a moment before drawing his attention to the girl before him.

"My rib's cracked."

He applied pressure to the lower part of his rib cage to ease the pain, but it didn't help by much. He pulled the scarf away from his mouth to allow her to hear him better and to coughed up some more blood to the side.

"Can you help me up?"

He barely moved his lips as his fangs still stuck out over his lips once they were closed.