I'll be there discussion

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Sitting on his bed enjoying the hard symphony of screamo music, he began considering tattoos on his arms, looking at his pale arms to imagine numerous different designs marking the skin, but he wasn't so sure if he wanted to permanently put something so big on his body. The house phone rang and he glanced over at the black nightstand beside his bed and reached for it, answering."Hell-o?" He asked into the phone, taking a bouncy ball and throwing it back and forth at the wall. He caught the ball and didn't let it go as his dad's frantic voice sounded through the line, telling him of a school kidnapping. Hanging up after his father was finished, Tyler sighed."Kidnapping girls in broad daylight; if one is going to kidnap, at least do it in a more sensible way -- idiot," he muttered.

However, while he didn't know who was kidnapped, and exactly why, he was currently feeling anxious about the whole thing; what was happening, was she ok, is she dead? He stood from off the bed and tossed the ball aside, yawning. Maybe he ought to go to the school, but all at once his father had told him to steer clear from high school.

Tyler was smart, perhaps he could solve this case. Oh, what was he thinking? Even if he was smart, it didn't necessarily mean he was skilled in the art of detecting. He was a scientist, not a detective. Rummaging through his neat drawers, which were no longer neat, he pulled out a new outfit including a black and white flannel shirt and black jeans. He slipped on some converse and headed out the door, ruffling his hair when he stopped, spotting a girl. Any other girl walking down a street was a girl walking down a street, but this particular girl looked god awful."Whoa, are you ok?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows, watching her.

"What?" He asked, concern flashing in his countenance."I'm… I'm not going to hurt you, in fact, I want to help," he murmured, holding his hands up slowly eye level as if to express his lack in weapons. It was obvious she now had a mistrust with people as she immediately mistook him for a potential threat; most people in this ignorant world were not too cautious with others.

"Ok, then you don't have to tell me anything," he proclaimed hastily, trying to get her from going any further distance away from him. He wasn't sure if this girl was just crazy or if all these warnings were true."Just let me treat your wounds," he suggested, offering her a brittle, small smile.

"No, no…" he shook his head, gently motioning for her to follow him inside while he turned and opened the door to his house, gesturing for her to go inside before him."I promise, you can trust me," he murmured, looking into her eyes show she could read the truth in his.

Walking inside, he closed the door behind himself and then lead her to the kitchen."Wait here," he murmured, walking into the nearest bathroom and finding alcohol and bandages and sewing kits. His dad worked on the brain and spine, but he had the decency to teach Tyler how to close wounds. Walking out with a handful of necessary supplies, he set them on the counter."Can you sit on the counter for me, sweetheart?" He asked. He wasn't sure how old she truly was so his immediate response was to treat her like a student.

"Alright, then sweetheart is off the nickname list," he proclaimed with the slightest laugh, tying to lighten the mood as much as possible. First he worked on the small injuries, like mundane cuts and put square band aids on them. Then he started ascending to the more open wounds where he applied alcohol to clean them and would either leave them unattended or bandages -- depending on the seriousness of the wound. As for her bruises, he massaged a few of them hoping that some of the blood pooled around inside would disperse."If you want those bruises to go away as soon as possible, massage them often and eat bananas," he proclaimed, looking her up and down. Her legs were a little bad, but he wouldn't touch her there."I think I've done what I can," he murmured with an accomplished sigh.

Sirens flashed outside and Kristen got out of the police car. Her hair was caked with dirt and her body had bruises and scratches all over and even some blood. She had dark circles under her eyes and she looked terrible. She kneeled and threw up in the grass. Her dad picked her up and carried her on there house.

He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed half heartedly."My father is a neurosurgeon and I am also an assistant science teacher so I know quite a bit about wounds and the body," he proclaimed, washing his hands in the kitchen sink as he spoke. Drying his hands off with a hand towel he turned to the girl."My name is Tyler, but my friends call me Ty," he murmured.

"Yeah, I'm only eighteen. My dad works two jobs so I help him in class and when he leaves at twelve I become the teacher." He folded the hand towel and set it back into the kitchen drawer, eyeing her tattered clothes. They had numerous guest rooms and one of them belonged to his deceased mother; they kept her clothes in that room in case of visitors and such thouvh both him and his father were touchy on giving her clothes away."If you feel you need to, we have many bathrooms in this over sized house; I have clothes from my mom you can borrow; she was fairly small so I think they might fit you," he suggested.

Kristen called Ella on her house phone. She had heard what happened to Ella. She called a tear slipping town her face. Every part of her hurt she might have to go to the hospital anyway. She breathed in quick breaths waiting for Ella to pick up.

Kristen frowned. So Ella didn't wanna talk to her. She ran her fingers through her hair looming for a first aid kit. She couldn't find one so she sighed going next door ringing on Tyler's doorbell.

"Where are they?" He asked her, wondering how far it was. With her state both physically and mentally he couldn't be certain on whether she could take walking there on her own as she seemed wary of people at this time. He would press for answers, but apparently telling the truth looked like a dangerous situation for her. If anything though she looked like she had gotten attacked by an animal rather than a person.

He wondered who it could be; he didn't have any best friends -- he had friends but they were more like acquaintances and would never come to his house without calling first or something."Alright," he murmured, walking to the door and opening it to see one of the students of the high school -- probably the kidnapped one."I take it you're here for Ella?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Kristen shook her head she didn't even know Ella had been there. "I needed to know of you had a first aid box," she said with raised brows wondering could he not see the dirt in her hair and nails the blood all over her and bruises. She winced from the pain but tried not to show Kt.

Kristen heard that and flinched. "You know what never mind,' Kristen whispered a tear dropping. She didn't know people who be scared of her. "I um I'll get it from someone else,' she whispered softly hunched over looking like a little girl qith her petite size instead of about to graduate next year. She sniffles. She walks over to her car and locks the doors twice sitting in it and crying. She didn't wannna go back in her house next door her father had become over protective now.

He glanced over his shoulder, not really seeing why Kristen had suddenly begun breaking down into emotional distress when there was no one behind him and he didn't hear anything, as Ella's words had been nothing but a mere whisper. When he turned his head back to look at Kristen, she was already in her car and he struggled for words but knew she probably wouldn't hear him now."Ella…?" He called silently into the house as he left the door open a crack, just in case she decided to come out. He walked over to Kristen's car and tapped on the window, smiling faintly as if to welcome her into stepping out.

Kristen unlocked the door and got out getting drenched in seconds from the rain that had suddenly some in. "What?" She asks loudly over the rain. The rain washed away the tears.tracks on her cheeks as she.looked up. She was glad she didn't want people to see her crying.

"I... I suppose I can treat your wounds," he murmured. For some reason Ella didn't want to come out and Kristen did not want to come in. Perhaps he could treat her wounds out here, or... "If you'll come upstairs I can keep Ella and you seperated," he murmured, brushing his bangs aside as they were messing with his vision.

Kristen shook her head. "The man is after my family I cant....I cant.go in there right now he....did stuff to me and he tried to kidnap her I cant come in I dont know what I was thinking Im sorry," she said loudly through the rain tears falling down her cheeks she hoped they would be mistaken for the rain drops.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he tilted his head to the side slightly in curiosity. He barely knew what was going on with these girls but he wasn't going to pry if he was not supposed to -- well if they wanted this to stop he should but Ella was tied into this and she couldn't say anything.

Kristen heard Ella. She dragged Tyler into the house and looked out the peephole as she.locked the door behind them. "He kidnapped my mother she's probably dead by now," she said voice filled with so much pain it was almost felt In The air.

He pursed his lips, unable to conjure words meaningful enough for this."I - I'm sorry..." He murmured, glancing around the house to make certain there was no one here. Plus, how would someone magically know when Ella talked to Kristen he wasn't stalking her every minute of the day was he?

Kristen saw the phone and gulped. "I know what I have to do," Kristen whispered. She had to willingly go with the man or he wouldn't leave the people she loved alone. "Ella if i- if I don't get away tell my father I love him okay," was all she said. She looked around once and ran out of the house seeing the man waiting with a gun. "Oh so hpu chose to take her place huh did you come back for more," he asked her. Kristen gulped taking a step back. He shot her in the chest two times and ran. Kristen fell to the ground vision blurry.

Tyler heard two gunshots and winced. He knew what had happened and didn't need to go outside to know the victim. He needed to get this whole thing cleared up so his life could become stable again. Grabbing his cellphone, he called 911 and gave them the city and street so they could aid Kristen."Ella!" He called aloud, stuffing his phone back in his pocket. He needed to find a way to keep Ella safe just in case."Ella, do you know what the man looked like?" He asked her.

Kristen trembled on the ground losing a lot of blood. Her heart slowed and gave a final beat. The last thing she thought was maybe I'll see you mom. When her heart gave up she heard.paramedics rushing in then all was quiet.........



Slowly Kristen's heart started beating again.

Tyler closed his eyes, a faint smile appearing on his frustrated, wary countenance."Ella..." He began quietly with the slightest laugh."Shut up," he joked, running a shaky hand through his damp hair."I can escort you home but after that you need to make sure you are with someone at all times," he murmured.

((Ech hem! Dying girl outside! Hehe))

"No..." He demanded assertively, pointing an index finger upwards as if to tell her to wait."... You are not," he murmured, well aware of the paramedics and Kristen outside, but he needed to attend to other things at the moment -- he wasn't a doctor anyway it wasn't like he could do more than the professional help she needed."We can get your car, get whoever this Jace guy is and you can stay here," he murmured, glancing outside to look at Kristen and the ambulance."Agreed?" He asked.

Izzy and Claire decided to walk home. So they did. Claire was happy izzy was going to stay with for the whole weekend. You could even see it on her face that big grin she always used for Izzy only. "Oh Izzy were going to have so much fun! I mean we can listen to music, play games, maybe even find good music to mat ch our attitudes. Your going to love it. It's so omg right here." Claire said wrapping her arm around Izzy's neck. Izzy rolled her eyes and sighed. "If you say so claire. I just hope this is going to be that. I'm happy at least I had my clothes over there before we went to the mall. Oh Claire it feels like its been ages since we last seen each other. I'm so happy to see you." Izzy hugged her back.

"Your dog?" He repeated, cocking his dark eyebrows."Oh," he exclaimed with a nonchalant shrug, turning to walk outside and saunter forth to the paramedics and the unconscious Kristen. Folding his arms over his chest to shield himself from the inevitable cold, he looked down at her body."Is she going to be ok?" He asked them.

The paramedics didn't awnser him. They just talked quietly and worked on Kristen loading her up into the ambulance. "Doesn't look good," a young nurse said to him. "I'm sorry for....." she was going to say your loss but covered her mouth maybe on a slim chance the girl would survive. She got in the ambulance. Kristen layed on the stretcher in the ambulance not moving barely able to breath by herself. She wondered what was taking along for her to die.

Tyler knew what she was going to say, but it wasn't too offensive or depressing -- it wouldn't be his loss, as he barely knew her -- in fact, he didn't actually really know her name so how was it going to be his loss? He watched as she was loaded in the ambulance and thought of going along but… there should be a family member by her side not him.

The Young women waited and seeing as he was not getting in closed the doors to the ambulance. Kristen sat in the back thinking and waiting for her heart to stop. The ambulance drove away withe Kristen the sirens flashing.
((She's gonna be in a.coma on life support and then when she is her twin will come and realized she has a sister and blah blah blah you gigs get it))

Avery walked by with Luke at her side holding his hand tightly.
She accidentally brushed Tyler's shoulder, "sorry sir"she said, her face was familiar but who was this man, this mysterious man.

Tyler watched as the ambulance rode off, rubbing his arms with a silent sigh as he was about to turn and return back to Ella, but someone brushed his shoulder and murmured a sorry."It -- it's ok," he murmured, recognizing her as one of his science students. He gave her a small wave and then walked back into his house."Hey, Ella; ready to get your car?" He asked.

she slightly sighd and kept walking.

Delaney pulled in her driveway. She saw a couple of people walking around but decided to keep a low profile. After pulling out her key and unlocking the door to her house, she headed to her room to change into her bathing suit. She headed out to her backyard and dived into her pool, the cool water calmed her nerves.

"This is not normal"she looked back, left,front, and to the right. "Lets keep walking.."

"Eh," he huffed with a shrug, a smile on his countenance as if go imply that she forget completely about him and how he was mixed into this."I kind of asked for it, didn't I?" He asked rhetorically with a small chuckle."Where did you say your car was again?" He asked her.

she walked up to Tyler's door and knocked.

Delaney swam a few laps and bobbed in the water. Being alone all the time sucked, but her worst fear was anyone finding out about her "job." She ran her fingers through her wet hair and looked up at the sky.

He turned his head toward the door and furrowed his dark eyebrows, wondering who it could be -- as he had thought before, no one came here without some call first, especially since it was usually his students wanting tutoring. Walking to the door and opening it, he saw the girl from earlier who had brushed his shoulder."Yeeesss?" He asked, shaking his head as if he couldn't comprehend why she would be here.

"Ella?"she asked furrowed.
"Anyway.."she suddenly looked down at her watch.
" hay mierda I'm late sorry I have to go.."she slowly pecked Luke's lip and flashed to the Mall.
(( MALL TOPIC))

He narrowed his eyes and watched as she ran off, rubbing the back of his neck in confusion. He wanted to cuss aloud but decided against doing that in front of someone part of the school he worked in, Ella. So instead he cussed in his mind and closed the door, turning back to Ella."So where were we?" He murmured, merely just reminding her to answer his question.

"Right!" He exclaimed, making a pointed gesture to the door. Walking out the door, he suddenly came back in and held it open."Forgot... Ladies first," he murmured, gesturing for her to go ahead while he checked the clock on the hallway wall. He had a few hours until his dad got home so they had plenty of time.

Delaney remembered that she needed to get the mail. She got out of the water, her curvy body dripping. She put on her cover up and walked to the front of the house.

He followed behind her, rummaging through his pockets until he found a key and locked the door, then putting it back in his pocket and following Ella."To the mall to your car, then to your house for your dog and clothes, and anything else -- meanwhile I'll be-" he cut off as he saw a girl walk to the front of her house and had to admit she was a beauty but cut out of it, returning to Ella as if he hadn't cut off in the first place."... Explaining to my dad why there is a girl in the house before he accuses me of getting you pregnant," he murmured, unable to count the numerous times his father had done just that.