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Just a little more. She stepped away from Jasmine and her body loosely stepped towards me. I knew she would be pissed when she found out I had used my powers on her outside of training, but it was the only way I knew to get her out of that state of mind. She could be mad at me tomorrow, right now I just needed to get her out of sight and into her room before word spreads. “What the hell, Raven!?”

My heart skipped a beat as I scanned the people inside the room but there is no Xenoah. No... Maybe not… "W—Where is Xenoah?" I stammered as my throat began to choke in fear and nervousness. No… He won't leave me, he will fight. As on cue, a song echoed in the whole hospital. I stiffened in my stance as I heard the familiar voice coming from the hospital speakers 105 is the number that comes to my head When I think of all the years I wanna be with you Wake up every morning with you in my bed

Maybe I should see a doctor. My legs felt weak as I staggered to the door. My right hand reached for the doorknob, but it wouldn't open. Gavin had actually locked it from the outside. Not done with my pain, I felt my stomach churning. I hadn't eaten since morning, and it was already 3 pm. Whether I fainted or fell asleep earlier, I don't really remember. I only remember thin flashes and Gavin's punches; after that, everything was dark. I had to get out. I could die if I stayed here.

I did it. I DID IT! New York I’m coming for you baby!

I wanted to do something entirely stupid. By the time dusk began to settle over the city, blurring the skylines into deep purples and neon flashes, I found myself outside a dimly lit nightclub. The bass vibrated right through the heavy glass doors, a low, primal thudding that matched the chaotic rhythm of my heart. I didn't think. I just walked inside. The interior was a heavy fog of strobe lights, sweat, and cheap alcohol, the exact opposite of Six Seven. I marched straight to the bar, pulled out the gold card Damian had given me, and slammed it onto the sticky counter.

I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen. Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be? Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me. I opened my phone, reading the text. "You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"

"Emma, I saw the video of Hunter fighting last night. What happened? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, Freddie. And don't ask me to go to the Aftershock auditions today. I am not feeling well." Freddie, of all people, understands teen parties. He practically encourages me to attend them for fame, followers, and friends. The three 'Fs' I am supposed to care about. Freddie never thinks about the fourth 'F' for fuck. As in, I don't give a fuck today, Freddie. "Okay, I will let Model Perfect know you aren't feeling well. What are we sick with today?"

Freddy spoke with authority and power. “You’ve six months to return my money Simon, if you don’t; I’ll kill everyone you love one after the other in front of you. You’ll watch them bleed slowly, you’ll watch me slice open their throats, you’ll watch me murder every last one of them in cold blood and this time, it would be physical and real. And don’t even think of running, you know how it goes,” Freddy concluded, walking closer to where Simon laid unable to move, only his eye balls moved in their sockets.

Satisfied, the three head to the party area. The moment she enters, parting the dangling curtains made up of stones, Coral feels goosebumps on her skin. The music booms all over the place making the earth shake. 'Cool for the Summer' by Demi Lovato plays in the background and Coral has the urge to get on the dance floor. “The song is so good. Let's dance!” Coral beams, tugging at her best friends to come with her on the dance floor. Chloe waves her hand saying no. “I need a drink first, then eye a few hot guys, and later I'll join you.” Coral rolls her eyes and turns her puppy eyes towards Kelly.

Another claw ripped off its head from the body and threw them both into the hot coals. It snarled and looked down at the Sleeping Beauty. After staring at her for long minutes, it turned and walked back into the darkness on all fours. *** Freddie threw the blunt of his cigarette into the ash tray beside him. He had already smoked three sticks and was on to the fourth one. He was beyond frustrated. The past three days felt like hell for him on his own ship. He had lost five million dollars because of a stupid fight. A very stupid fight. That anger almost made him throw those two men overboard too. But he needed them. He was short of men so he couldn't afford to loose two more.