Invisible Girl

 

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Preface

Bodies twisted all about in a rythmatic motion in the drunken haze. The music was blaring in Sam's ears, causing her a major headache. Were all teenagers deaf in this day and age? Why did the music have to be so loud? The stench of alcohol filled her lungs, making her nausea. Sam could never understand the human condition to need alcohol. She had tried it before and it had made her dizzy, her vision fuzzy and dulled her mind, causing her to stumble over her thoughts. It was completely unacceptable.
A blonde girl with chocolate brown eyes bumped into and clumsily fell over Sam, shouting, in pain, profanities. Sam quickly moved away, slithering back in the shadows before the girl could notice her. The girl slowly glanced around dumbfounded over what she had tripped over. A red headed guy stumbled over to the girl and helped her up. They smiled at each other and without warning began to make out. Sam looked away shaking her head.
She scouted around for the real target for tonight. There, she thought, pinpointing him next to the drink's table. His auburn hair was tousled like he had just rolled out of bed and his sea foam green eyes seemed to be scanning the crowd.
"Triston Michael Campfer," she whispered. He was only 5' 5'' with a buzz cut that accentuated his misshapen head. He had a large pig nose, muddy brown eyes that always seemed glazed over, with dark blotchy skin; and thin chicken lips. Sam had a soft spot for those who were dealt a bad hand in life but even though he had not been blessed with good looks, that did not give him the right to drug and take advantage of girls.
She had began her manhunt when a mousy blonde girl from her homeroom had claimed that she had been drugged and raped at a party but she could not remember who had done it. The girl had blamed herself for drinking and wearing her favorite green dress that had clung to her body in all the right ways. A week later, Sam overheard a girl with warm amber eyes in her Chemistry class that had had a similar experience at a different party but she remembered the guy and was able to describe him to her friend. The girl did not know the boys name or who he was but the description was helpful. Sam had previously hacked the school's email system and used it to her advantage. She searched for anyone talking about a possible case using keywords of rape and party. From there she had found another girl who had possibly been assaulted by the same guy. She wrote though he had worn a t-shirt to the party that aligned him with Chesterton High School. She claimed his wrestling team shirt had reeked of bad cologne. She had looked up the wrestling team and found a picture of the boy her homeroom girl had described. She had looked up the email girl's facebook and was pleasantly surprised at the picture of the pretty blonde in the profile picture. If what she had been researching was true, he would be searching for a petite girl with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. That was his target; at least that's what it had been over the last few months. Lucky for her, she did not fit this M.O. at all. She was a tall brunette with aqua eyes that popped against her olive skin. By all means she could be considered beautiful but she did her best to cover it up. She needed to blend in the shadows to complete her goals, which meant looking as average as possible.
Triston speedily made his way to another room, cup still in hand, where the music somehow managed to get even louder. Sam grew annoyed with the decibel level, as she followed him to the next room, silently reminding herself to bring earplugs to her next stakeout. She did her best to gracefully move through the drunken hoard and keep her eye on the prize. Yes, she thought, pinpointing him. He had found his next victim, or so he thought. He had put his arm around a short girl wearing a neon yellow tube top and black tight miniskirt. Sam smiled as her hypothesis had been proven correct. He is making this too easy. The girl's long blonde hair looked slightly matted down and wet possibly because it was soaked in alcohol. Her hazel eyes were dilated and glazed over, as if she couldn't really see what was happening. Triston tactfully pulled the girl in closer, placing his mouth against hers. His hand made its way down the girl's back to her cup and then back up her back. Sam looked around the room, but no one had noticed anything awry. Maybe had she not been starring at the couple, she would have never noticed him slip something into the girl's drink either. Sam had watched though and that was all the proof she needed. Her phone buzzed gently in her hand as if right on queue. She was beginning to wonder if this mystery person was following her. How else could she know always when Sam needed her help? Destiny or fate of course would not be a viable answer.

txt received from Ver1tas: so pandora, do you need a little hope?
txt sent from Pandora23: there is no hope, at least for now
txt received from Ver1tas: fine then, you know what you need to do
txt sent from Pandora23: yes, make it so

She put her phone back in her pocket and looked back towards the couple but was surprised to see a random boy standing in front of her starring at her shirt.
"Hey, you're kinda cute," he shouted almost legibly. "I aven't seen you round ere before. You wanna dance?" Sam glanced over the boy's shoulder and saw Triston leading the blonde girl away from the dance floor. Without answering the boy, she gently pushed him to the side, taking the boy's cup and made her way through the crowd. She pulled out the little baggie that contained the one supposed date rape drug that Veritas had managed to give her. She took the pill out of the bag and put it in her right hand. She had one shot at this and had to trust Veritas would come through with her part. Triston had already led her outside to the backyard. She assumed he was making his way to the back gate that lead to a much more private alley setting. There were plenty of teens hanging out in small groups on the lawn, probably chatting about clique stuff.  She weaved her way around these crowds with ease, as no one wanted to stop and talk with her.
Okay, Sam thought, time to use some top-notch acting skills. She took a deep breath and shouted, "Hey girl, hey! Wait up for me!" She sprinted towards the couple and grabbed on the girl's hand. "Girl, why didn't you come get me?" The blonde girl's eyes had trouble focusing on Sam, and her whole face contorted, obviously trying to remember who Sam was. She mumbled something that neither Sam nor Triston could understand. Sam smiled, trying to put the girl at ease. "It's okay let's just get back to the party!" she shouted, grabbing and pulling on the girl's arm. Triston tugged the girl, having her fall in his arms, and Sam fall to the ground, having her newly acquired drink fall onto her tank top. The liquid made her once flowy top, stick to her body, outlining her curves. Great, she thought, realizing her plans had to change.
"Mind your own business, bitch," Triston said, starring down at Sam. A boy from one of the random cliques had surfaced next to her and had outstretched his hand to help her out. Sam's eyes met his emerald eyes and surprisingly he didn't look away from them. She could feel the rest of the crowd starring her wet chest.
"Thanks," Sam whispered. She quickly looked back at Triston and the girl though. "Hey you," Sam said pointing at Triston. "Ya, you, I have a proposition to make." The boy's eyebrows rose as he said, "What?" Sam silently cursed at herself. You can't use words with more than seven letters, otherwise it blows your drunk cover.
"Let's play a game. Winner gets to hang with my friend." She did not like all the eyes on her now but it did provide a factor to situation. Triston couldn't turn down a challenge in front of all of his peers. "It's simple," Sam continued. She grabbed a cup from the green-eyed boy's hand, slipping the pill into the cup. She smiled, and moved crookedly towards Triston, taking her time. She needed the pill to dissolve and she wasn't sure how long that took. "Whoever finishes their drink first, wins."  She was able to grab the drink out of Triston's hand and she looked into it. "Aww, you have less drink than me, that's not fair," she said in her most whiny voice.
"Fine, we can switch, just hurry up," he said grabbing her cup. Come on and give a countdown." The green-eyed boy stepped in and gave a countdown starting with ten, which the entire outside crowd echoed. When the number one was said, both Sam and Triston began to chug and the crowd began to cheer. The blonde girl clapped her hands and smiled, obviously happy over the attention she was receiving. Sam could taste the sweet jungle juice burning her mouth and then her throat with the bitter taste of alcohol. She looked over at Triston, who had thrown his cup on the ground and starting shouting. He had finished his cup before she had even gone through half of hers. The crowd gasped, probably surprised Sam had lost. The green-eyed boy walked over to Sam, and whispered she had lost. Sam just smiled and threw her hands in the air.
"That's okay, you win some and you lose some. I guess this time you win," Sam said, throwing her half-full cup on the ground.
 "Hey, what's your name?" the green-eyed boy asked, still creepily starring into her eyes. She now noticed he didn't look as faded as the rest of the crowd. She didn't want to answer him, but that would look suspicious but she had no choice.
She smiled, flipped her hair, turned away and moved her way through the crowd, losing the boy. Triston had already put his arm around the blonde girl and was helping her through the back gate. The boy tried to follow her but she was a lot better at navigating through a crowd quickly. She went through the house and out the front and sprinted around the block to the back alley. It was empty and dark, and all she could hear was the bass seeping from the party house. Where would he take her? She looked down the alley, and remembered there was a foreclosed house at the end of the block. In her research, she had found that his mother was a realtor, so he could have possibly taken the key from her and been using it. She walked through the back gate which was open; already a good sign someone had come through. The grass had needed some TLC which was now ravaged with weeds and was as tall as her knees. She walked up to the house door and donned her black gloves before quietly opening the door. The house looked even worse on the inside with 50's wall paper that was coming off the walls and black and white tiled floors. It also wrecked of something, maybe mold? She could here moaning coming from upstairs and figured she was too late to stop anything from happening. She sat down on the floor, somewhat disappointed and pulled out her phone.
txt received from Ver1tas: I got your coordinates off your phone, and I'm sending my guy over there now
txt sent from Pandora23: Can I stay? I want to help the girl back home
txt received from Ver1tas: I can't stop you from staying, but you might want to be gone by the time my associate gets there, I can't really control what will happen
txt sent from Pandora23: The omnipotent Veritas can't control one person?
txt received from Ver1tas: Don't push it. I can always take back this favor.
txt sent from Pandora23: Fine then, you can remotely hack the girl's phone and give me one of her friend's phone numbers? Please and thank you.
txt received from Ver1tas: she was talking to her friend Rachael (555) 555-2375

Sam smiled, and left the building, sending the girl a text where to find her friend. She figured if she would probably check her phone before leaving the party and if she was a good friend, she'd come pick up her friend. Hopefully nothing bad would happen from using Veritas' source but something had to be done. Sam could no longer take a back seat to the bad happening in front of her eyes. Vigilante justice was at least some kind of justice and all she was doing was helping karma find its way to the world.

 

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Preface

~~Bodies twisted all about in a rythmatic motion in the drunken haze. The music was blaring in Sam's ears, causing her a major headache. Were all teenagers deaf in this day and age? Why did the music have to be so loud? The stench of alcohol filled her lungs, making her nausea. Sam could never understand the human condition to need alcohol. She had tried it before and it had made her dizzy, her vision fuzzy and dulled her mind, causing her to stumble over her thoughts. It was completely unacceptable.
A blonde girl with chocolate brown eyes bumped into and clumsily fell over Sam, shouting, in pain, profanities. Sam quickly moved away, slithering back in the shadows before the girl could notice her. The girl slowly glanced around dumbfounded over what she had tripped over. A red headed guy stumbled over to the girl and helped her up. They smiled at each other and without warning began to make out. Sam looked away shaking her head.
She scouted around for the real target for tonight. There, she thought, pinpointing him next to the drink's table. His auburn hair was tousled like he had just rolled out of bed and his sea foam green eyes seemed to be scanning the crowd.
"Triston Michael Campfer," she whispered. He was only 5' 5'' with a buzz cut that accentuated his misshapen head. He had a large pig nose, muddy brown eyes that always seemed glazed over, with dark blotchy skin; and thin chicken lips. Sam had a soft spot for those who were dealt a bad hand in life but even though he had not been blessed with good looks, that did not give him the right to drug and take advantage of girls.
She had began her manhunt when a mousy blonde girl from her homeroom had claimed that she had been drugged and raped at a party but she could not remember who had done it. The girl had blamed herself for drinking and wearing her favorite green dress that had clung to her body in all the right ways. A week later, Sam overheard a girl with warm amber eyes in her Chemistry class that had had a similar experience at a different party but she remembered the guy and was able to describe him to her friend. The girl did not know the boys name or who he was but the description was helpful. Sam had previously hacked the school's email system and used it to her advantage. She searched for anyone talking about a possible case using keywords of rape and party. From there she had found another girl who had possibly been assaulted by the same guy. She wrote though he had worn a t-shirt to the party that aligned him with Chesterton High School. She claimed his wrestling team shirt had reeked of bad cologne. She had looked up the wrestling team and found a picture of the boy her homeroom girl had described. She had looked up the email girl's facebook and was pleasantly surprised at the picture of the pretty blonde in the profile picture. If what she had been researching was true, he would be searching for a petite girl with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. That was his target; at least that's what it had been over the last few months. Lucky for her, she did not fit this M.O. at all. She was a tall brunette with aqua eyes that popped against her olive skin. By all means she could be considered beautiful but she did her best to cover it up. She needed to blend in the shadows to complete her goals, which meant looking as average as possible.
Triston speedily made his way to another room, cup still in hand, where the music somehow managed to get even louder. Sam grew annoyed with the decibel level, as she followed him to the next room, silently reminding herself to bring earplugs to her next stakeout. She did her best to gracefully move through the drunken hoard and keep her eye on the prize. Yes, she thought, pinpointing him. He had found his next victim, or so he thought. He had put his arm around a short girl wearing a neon yellow tube top and black tight miniskirt. Sam smiled as her hypothesis had been proven correct. He is making this too easy. The girl's long blonde hair looked slightly matted down and wet possibly because it was soaked in alcohol. Her hazel eyes were dilated and glazed over, as if she couldn't really see what was happening. Triston tactfully pulled the girl in closer, placing his mouth against hers. His hand made its way down the girl's back to her cup and then back up her back. Sam looked around the room, but no one had noticed anything awry. Maybe had she not been starring at the couple, she would have never noticed him slip something into the girl's drink either. Sam had watched though and that was all the proof she needed. Her phone buzzed gently in her hand as if right on queue. She was beginning to wonder if this mystery person was following her. How else could she know always when Sam needed her help? Destiny or fate of course would not be a viable answer.

txt received from Ver1tas: so pandora, do you need a little hope?
txt sent from Pandora23: there is no hope, at least for now
txt received from Ver1tas: fine then, you know what you need to do
txt sent from Pandora23: yes, make it so

She put her phone back in her pocket and looked back towards the couple but was surprised to see a random boy standing in front of her starring at her shirt.
"Hey, you're kinda cute," he shouted almost legibly. "I aven't seen you round ere before. You wanna dance?" Sam glanced over the boy's shoulder and saw Triston leading the blonde girl away from the dance floor. Without answering the boy, she gently pushed him to the side, taking the boy's cup and made her way through the crowd. She pulled out the little baggie that contained the one supposed date rape drug that Veritas had managed to give her. She took the pill out of the bag and put it in her right hand. She had one shot at this and had to trust Veritas would come through with her part. Triston had already led her outside to the backyard. She assumed he was making his way to the back gate that lead to a much more private alley setting. There were plenty of teens hanging out in small groups on the lawn, probably chatting about clique stuff.  She weaved her way around these crowds with ease, as no one wanted to stop and talk with her.
Okay, Sam thought, time to use some top-notch acting skills. She took a deep breath and shouted, "Hey girl, hey! Wait up for me!" She sprinted towards the couple and grabbed on the girl's hand. "Girl, why didn't you come get me?" The blonde girl's eyes had trouble focusing on Sam, and her whole face contorted, obviously trying to remember who Sam was. She mumbled something that neither Sam nor Triston could understand. Sam smiled, trying to put the girl at ease. "It's okay let's just get back to the party!" she shouted, grabbing and pulling on the girl's arm. Triston tugged the girl, having her fall in his arms, and Sam fall to the ground, having her newly acquired drink fall onto her tank top. The liquid made her once flowy top, stick to her body, outlining her curves. Great, she thought, realizing her plans had to change.
"Mind your own business, bitch," Triston said, starring down at Sam. A boy from one of the random cliques had surfaced next to her and had outstretched his hand to help her out. Sam's eyes met his emerald eyes and surprisingly he didn't look away from them. She could feel the rest of the crowd starring her wet chest.
"Thanks," Sam whispered. She quickly looked back at Triston and the girl though. "Hey you," Sam said pointing at Triston. "Ya, you, I have a proposition to make." The boy's eyebrows rose as he said, "What?" Sam silently cursed at herself. You can't use words with more than seven letters, otherwise it blows your drunk cover.
"Let's play a game. Winner gets to hang with my friend." She did not like all the eyes on her now but it did provide a factor to situation. Triston couldn't turn down a challenge in front of all of his peers. "It's simple," Sam continued. She grabbed a cup from the green-eyed boy's hand, slipping the pill into the cup. She smiled, and moved crookedly towards Triston, taking her time. She needed the pill to dissolve and she wasn't sure how long that took. "Whoever finishes their drink first, wins."  She was able to grab the drink out of Triston's hand and she looked into it. "Aww, you have less drink than me, that's not fair," she said in her most whiny voice.
"Fine, we can switch, just hurry up," he said grabbing her cup. Come on and give a countdown." The green-eyed boy stepped in and gave a countdown starting with ten, which the entire outside crowd echoed. When the number one was said, both Sam and Triston began to chug and the crowd began to cheer. The blonde girl clapped her hands and smiled, obviously happy over the attention she was receiving. Sam could taste the sweet jungle juice burning her mouth and then her throat with the bitter taste of alcohol. She looked over at Triston, who had thrown his cup on the ground and starting shouting. He had finished his cup before she had even gone through half of hers. The crowd gasped, probably surprised Sam had lost. The green-eyed boy walked over to Sam, and whispered she had lost. Sam just smiled and threw her hands in the air.
"That's okay, you win some and you lose some. I guess this time you win," Sam said, throwing her half-full cup on the ground.
 "Hey, what's your name?" the green-eyed boy asked, still creepily starring into her eyes. She now noticed he didn't look as faded as the rest of the crowd. She didn't want to answer him, but that would look suspicious but she had no choice.
She smiled, flipped her hair, turned away and moved her way through the crowd, losing the boy. Triston had already put his arm around the blonde girl and was helping her through the back gate. The boy tried to follow her but she was a lot better at navigating through a crowd quickly. She went through the house and out the front and sprinted around the block to the back alley. It was empty and dark, and all she could hear was the bass seeping from the party house. Where would he take her? She looked down the alley, and remembered there was a foreclosed house at the end of the block. In her research, she had found that his mother was a realtor, so he could have possibly taken the key from her and been using it. She walked through the back gate which was open; already a good sign someone had come through. The grass had needed some TLC which was now ravaged with weeds and was as tall as her knees. She walked up to the house door and donned her black gloves before quietly opening the door. The house looked even worse on the inside with 50's wall paper that was coming off the walls and black and white tiled floors. It also wrecked of something, maybe mold? She could here moaning coming from upstairs and figured she was too late to stop anything from happening. She sat down on the floor, somewhat disappointed and pulled out her phone.
txt received from Ver1tas: I got your coordinates off your phone, and I'm sending my guy over there now
txt sent from Pandora23: Can I stay? I want to help the girl back home
txt received from Ver1tas: I can't stop you from staying, but you might want to be gone by the time my associate gets there, I can't really control what will happen
txt sent from Pandora23: The omnipotent Veritas can't control one person?
txt received from Ver1tas: Don't push it. I can always take back this favor.
txt sent from Pandora23: Fine then, you can remotely hack the girl's phone and give me one of her friend's phone numbers? Please and thank you.
txt received from Ver1tas: she was talking to her friend Rachael (555) 555-2375

Sam smiled, and left the building, sending the girl a text where to find her friend. She figured if she would probably check her phone before leaving the party and if she was a good friend, she'd come pick up her friend. Hopefully nothing bad would happen from using Veritas' source but something had to be done. Sam could no longer take a back seat to the bad happening in front of her eyes. Vigilante justice was at least some kind of justice and all she was doing was helping karma find its way to the world.

 

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Chapter 1

~~Bodies twisted all about in a rythmatic motion in the drunken haze. The music was blaring in Sam's ears, causing her a major headache. Were all teenagers deaf in this day and age? Why did the music have to be so loud? The stench of alcohol filled her lungs, making her nausea. Sam could never understand the human condition to need alcohol. She had tried it before and it had made her dizzy, her vision fuzzy and dulled her mind, causing her to stumble over her thoughts. It was completely unacceptable.
A blonde girl with chocolate brown eyes bumped into and clumsily fell over Sam, shouting, in pain, profanities. Sam quickly moved away, slithering back in the shadows before the girl could notice her. The girl slowly glanced around dumbfounded over what she had tripped over. A red headed guy stumbled over to the girl and helped her up. They smiled at each other and without warning began to make out. Sam looked away shaking her head.
She scouted around for the real target for tonight. There, she thought, pinpointing him next to the drink's table. His auburn hair was tousled like he had just rolled out of bed and his sea foam green eyes seemed to be scanning the crowd.
"Triston Michael Campfer," she whispered. He was only 5' 5'' with a buzz cut that accentuated his misshapen head. He had a large pig nose, muddy brown eyes that always seemed glazed over, with dark blotchy skin; and thin chicken lips. Sam had a soft spot for those who were dealt a bad hand in life but even though he had not been blessed with good looks, that did not give him the right to drug and take advantage of girls.
She had began her manhunt when a mousy blonde girl from her homeroom had claimed that she had been drugged and raped at a party but she could not remember who had done it. The girl had blamed herself for drinking and wearing her favorite green dress that had clung to her body in all the right ways. A week later, Sam overheard a girl with warm amber eyes in her Chemistry class that had had a similar experience at a different party but she remembered the guy and was able to describe him to her friend. The girl did not know the boys name or who he was but the description was helpful. Sam had previously hacked the school's email system and used it to her advantage. She searched for anyone talking about a possible case using keywords of rape and party. From there she had found another girl who had possibly been assaulted by the same guy. She wrote though he had worn a t-shirt to the party that aligned him with Chesterton High School. She claimed his wrestling team shirt had reeked of bad cologne. She had looked up the wrestling team and found a picture of the boy her homeroom girl had described. She had looked up the email girl's facebook and was pleasantly surprised at the picture of the pretty blonde in the profile picture. If what she had been researching was true, he would be searching for a petite girl with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. That was his target; at least that's what it had been over the last few months. Lucky for her, she did not fit this M.O. at all. She was a tall brunette with aqua eyes that popped against her olive skin. By all means she could be considered beautiful but she did her best to cover it up. She needed to blend in the shadows to complete her goals, which meant looking as average as possible.
Triston speedily made his way to another room, cup still in hand, where the music somehow managed to get even louder. Sam grew annoyed with the decibel level, as she followed him to the next room, silently reminding herself to bring earplugs to her next stakeout. She did her best to gracefully move through the drunken hoard and keep her eye on the prize. Yes, she thought, pinpointing him. He had found his next victim, or so he thought. He had put his arm around a short girl wearing a neon yellow tube top and black tight miniskirt. Sam smiled as her hypothesis had been proven correct. He is making this too easy. The girl's long blonde hair looked slightly matted down and wet possibly because it was soaked in alcohol. Her hazel eyes were dilated and glazed over, as if she couldn't really see what was happening. Triston tactfully pulled the girl in closer, placing his mouth against hers. His hand made its way down the girl's back to her cup and then back up her back. Sam looked around the room, but no one had noticed anything awry. Maybe had she not been starring at the couple, she would have never noticed him slip something into the girl's drink either. Sam had watched though and that was all the proof she needed. Her phone buzzed gently in her hand as if right on queue. She was beginning to wonder if this mystery person was following her. How else could she know always when Sam needed her help? Destiny or fate of course would not be a viable answer.

txt received from Ver1tas: so pandora, do you need a little hope?
txt sent from Pandora23: there is no hope, at least for now
txt received from Ver1tas: fine then, you know what you need to do
txt sent from Pandora23: yes, make it so

She put her phone back in her pocket and looked back towards the couple but was surprised to see a random boy standing in front of her starring at her shirt.
"Hey, you're kinda cute," he shouted almost legibly. "I aven't seen you round ere before. You wanna dance?" Sam glanced over the boy's shoulder and saw Triston leading the blonde girl away from the dance floor. Without answering the boy, she gently pushed him to the side, taking the boy's cup and made her way through the crowd. She pulled out the little baggie that contained the one supposed date rape drug that Veritas had managed to give her. She took the pill out of the bag and put it in her right hand. She had one shot at this and had to trust Veritas would come through with her part. Triston had already led her outside to the backyard. She assumed he was making his way to the back gate that lead to a much more private alley setting. There were plenty of teens hanging out in small groups on the lawn, probably chatting about clique stuff.  She weaved her way around these crowds with ease, as no one wanted to stop and talk with her.
Okay, Sam thought, time to use some top-notch acting skills. She took a deep breath and shouted, "Hey girl, hey! Wait up for me!" She sprinted towards the couple and grabbed on the girl's hand. "Girl, why didn't you come get me?" The blonde girl's eyes had trouble focusing on Sam, and her whole face contorted, obviously trying to remember who Sam was. She mumbled something that neither Sam nor Triston could understand. Sam smiled, trying to put the girl at ease. "It's okay let's just get back to the party!" she shouted, grabbing and pulling on the girl's arm. Triston tugged the girl, having her fall in his arms, and Sam fall to the ground, having her newly acquired drink fall onto her tank top. The liquid made her once flowy top, stick to her body, outlining her curves. Great, she thought, realizing her plans had to change.
"Mind your own business, bitch," Triston said, starring down at Sam. A boy from one of the random cliques had surfaced next to her and had outstretched his hand to help her out. Sam's eyes met his emerald eyes and surprisingly he didn't look away from them. She could feel the rest of the crowd starring her wet chest.
"Thanks," Sam whispered. She quickly looked back at Triston and the girl though. "Hey you," Sam said pointing at Triston. "Ya, you, I have a proposition to make." The boy's eyebrows rose as he said, "What?" Sam silently cursed at herself. You can't use words with more than seven letters, otherwise it blows your drunk cover.
"Let's play a game. Winner gets to hang with my friend." She did not like all the eyes on her now but it did provide a factor to situation. Triston couldn't turn down a challenge in front of all of his peers. "It's simple," Sam continued. She grabbed a cup from the green-eyed boy's hand, slipping the pill into the cup. She smiled, and moved crookedly towards Triston, taking her time. She needed the pill to dissolve and she wasn't sure how long that took. "Whoever finishes their drink first, wins."  She was able to grab the drink out of Triston's hand and she looked into it. "Aww, you have less drink than me, that's not fair," she said in her most whiny voice.
"Fine, we can switch, just hurry up," he said grabbing her cup. Come on and give a countdown." The green-eyed boy stepped in and gave a countdown starting with ten, which the entire outside crowd echoed. When the number one was said, both Sam and Triston began to chug and the crowd began to cheer. The blonde girl clapped her hands and smiled, obviously happy over the attention she was receiving. Sam could taste the sweet jungle juice burning her mouth and then her throat with the bitter taste of alcohol. She looked over at Triston, who had thrown his cup on the ground and starting shouting. He had finished his cup before she had even gone through half of hers. The crowd gasped, probably surprised Sam had lost. The green-eyed boy walked over to Sam, and whispered she had lost. Sam just smiled and threw her hands in the air.
"That's okay, you win some and you lose some. I guess this time you win," Sam said, throwing her half-full cup on the ground.
 "Hey, what's your name?" the green-eyed boy asked, still creepily starring into her eyes. She now noticed he didn't look as faded as the rest of the crowd. She didn't want to answer him, but that would look suspicious but she had no choice.
She smiled, flipped her hair, turned away and moved her way through the crowd, losing the boy. Triston had already put his arm around the blonde girl and was helping her through the back gate. The boy tried to follow her but she was a lot better at navigating through a crowd quickly. She went through the house and out the front and sprinted around the block to the back alley. It was empty and dark, and all she could hear was the bass seeping from the party house. Where would he take her? She looked down the alley, and remembered there was a foreclosed house at the end of the block. In her research, she had found that his mother was a realtor, so he could have possibly taken the key from her and been using it. She walked through the back gate which was open; already a good sign someone had come through. The grass had needed some TLC which was now ravaged with weeds and was as tall as her knees. She walked up to the house door and donned her black gloves before quietly opening the door. The house looked even worse on the inside with 50's wall paper that was coming off the walls and black and white tiled floors. It also wrecked of something, maybe mold? She could here moaning coming from upstairs and figured she was too late to stop anything from happening. She sat down on the floor, somewhat disappointed and pulled out her phone.
txt received from Ver1tas: I got your coordinates off your phone, and I'm sending my guy over there now
txt sent from Pandora23: Can I stay? I want to help the girl back home
txt received from Ver1tas: I can't stop you from staying, but you might want to be gone by the time my associate gets there, I can't really control what will happen
txt sent from Pandora23: The omnipotent Veritas can't control one person?
txt received from Ver1tas: Don't push it. I can always take back this favor.
txt sent from Pandora23: Fine then, you can remotely hack the girl's phone and give me one of her friend's phone numbers? Please and thank you.
txt received from Ver1tas: she was talking to her friend Rachael (555) 555-2375

Sam smiled, and left the building, sending the girl a text where to find her friend. She figured if she would probably check her phone before leaving the party and if she was a good friend, she'd come pick up her friend. Hopefully nothing bad would happen from using Veritas' source but something had to be done. Sam could no longer take a back seat to the bad happening in front of her eyes. Vigilante justice was at least some kind of justice and all she was doing was helping karma find its way to the world.

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