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Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 8 - 3/4 | DATE: December 28th, 2015 | LOCATION: Home

Freddie, with nothing much to do during the winter break, decided to do something that he hadn't done in over six months. Clean his room. There was so much junk piled up in his room that you could barely see the floor. The only part of his room that was even remotely clean looking was the area around his prized guitar. Papers, books, pencils, pens, notebooks, as well as some dirty clothes lay strewn about his room. However, before he began cleaning his room, he made breakfast.

After eating his simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage, he trudged back up into his room and began to sort things out. First, he had to pick up all of the clothes that lay about his room and put them into a laundry basket. This didn't take too long, since not that many articles of clothing lay around. After getting all of the dirty clothing, he started picking up the books and papers that littered his room. He had to dust off a couple of the books since they had been laying there for God knows how long. Next, he picked up all of the other things that were haphazardly thrown all around his room. While he picked things up, he stumbled upon a pizza crust that was underneath his bed. Whoa, when did I have pizza in my room? Freddie honestly couldn't remember when he had it, but it had to be at least a couple of months.

Now that he had all of that finished, his room began to look cleaner. But the floor was still filthy. He grabbed his vacuum and started having at it. Since his room was small, relatively small, it didn't take him too long to finish vacuuming all over. He stuffed the vacuum back in his closet, when he noticed a box he had placed in the corner of his closet. Huh, what's this? He pulled it out and dusted it off, coughing a little as the dust flew up. Freddie pulled the lid off of the formerly white box and started digging around in it. It was a bunch of old things from when he was a kid. Some toys, a couple of pictures, and some letters. That's funny, he didn't remember seeing those letters.

He pulled one of them out and tried to read it. The words were written so sloppily and crookedly that he had a difficult time deciphering what it said. Oh wow, did somebody send these to me? Well, it was cute to say the least. Based on what it said, it was a little girl. He tried to read the name that was at the end of the letter. Z.... o.... e....y. Zoey. Freddie looked through the box some more and found a picture of when he was a little boy. By his side, there was a little, baby girl by his side. After seeing these he thought outloud, "That's right... I have a baby sister... that I haven't seen since..." His voice trailed off as he remembered his childhood.

Posting this here just because I can.

▪What is his/her name: Joseph Parker
▪Gender: Male
▪Age: 19
▪Half Species Type: Hellhound
▪Height/weight: 6' 2" (~1.88 m), 157 lbs. (~71.21 kg)
▪Body shape: Toned. Has defined muscles, but not overly bulky.
▪Hair color/skin color/eye color: Black/Lightly tanned skin/A red left eye and a blue right eye (heterochromia)
▪Typical outfit they wear: An unbuttoned, short-sleeved black dress shirt worn over a long-sleeved white shirt, black fingerless gloves, a pair of black jeans with two black leather belts with gold colored buckles (one worn through the belt loops, the other underneath it), a pair of red slip-on Converse brand shoes, and a pair of red Coby CV 215 headphones.
▪Moral views: Has an "eye for an eye" sense of Justice and is more than willing to dish out the punishment himself, though he may not always feel guilt-free afterwards.
▪Basic personality: Generally quiet, he doesn't like to talk unless someone talks to him. He also prefers to be alone, since he cannot stand being around a lot of people for too long. He is fine as long as he doesn't end up touching too many people. Whenever he is forced to be around large crowds, such as outside of class in school, he would listen to music to drown out the noise of the other people. Whenever people piss him off or do anything that annoys him, Joseph tends to act more snide around them. While he doesn't have too many friends, he is fiercely loyal to the ones he does have. Around them, he is a lot more laid back and has a sarcastic sense of humor.
▪Favorite Saying: "Good things don't come to people who wait, good things come to people who go out and earn them."
▪Method of transportation: Drives a red Ford Taurus
▪Favorite genre of music: Metal - Rock
▪Their theme song: Egypt (The Chains are On) by DIO
▪Favorite place to be: Roof of his house
▪Favorite Things: His headphones - His games - Iggy - His smartphone - Peace and quiet
▪Favorite Movie: Alien
▪Goals for the present: Get through college, Meet a nice girl, Acquire money
▪Long-range goal: Live a peaceful life with a beautiful wife.
▪Do they go to middle school/high school/college?: College Freshman
▪What kind of place do they live in?: House, has a pet dog (Boston Terrier) named Iggy
▪Favorite food: Reuben sandwich - Bacon - Porterhouse Steak
▪What is their financial situation?: Middle class
▪Hobby: Parkour - Playing Video Games - Singing
▪Normal Skill: Parkour - Martial Arts (Jeet Kune Do) - Great at Fighting Games
▪Supernatural abilities: Pyrokinesis - Shadow Diving - Heightened Senses
▪Favorite book and/or last-read book: The Hound of the Baskervilles
▪What is the bedroom like?: It is sparsely decorated, things are haphazardly tossed around the room, a TV stands in the corner of the room with tons of other crap surrounding the TV itself. A computer sits next to the TV on a small computer table.
▪Parents?: A Dad (The Mom died during child birth)
▪Fears: Being in large crowds for extended periods of time - Drowning/Being drowned - Lightning and Thunder
▪Weaknesses: Extremely bright lights - Rancid or otherwise powerful smells - Loud or High-Pitched Sounds
▪Other things that weren't covered here: He's a bit of an insomniac

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 8 - 3/5 | DATE: September 29, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: In front of a church in Mexico City

Waiting for the service to be over made Sam feel sleepy. Just sitting in the car, doing nothing. The heat was greater in the car than on the outside. Even more sweat soaked into the shirt he was currently wearing. Gah, could this service take any longer? Sam didn't want to wait outside of the car since there was always a chance someone could recognize him and rat him out. You can't be too cautious, especially if you're an escaped convict.

After what seemed like an eternity, people finally started to come out of the church. Oh, finally. That only took for-fucking-ever. As people started to come out, he started looking at all of the men coming out to see if anyone of them was wearing a shirt of his size. The pickings were pretty small, but considering that he was about to get a shirt with a five-finger discount, he didn't mind it. Still... the colors of some of the shirts were strange. Not to his liking. But right now, anything was better than the sweat-soaked shirt he was sitting in now.

As he watched for people he could steal from, he noticed a woman with long red hair walk out of the church. No way... Sam quickly fished out the photos that Chicken Wings gave him. Come on, this has got to be some other chick. He noticed soon that she was looking in his direction. Her face was in full view. Sam compared her face to the picture he pulled out. Unbelievable... It's only been four days since Chicken Wings got me out, and Red has already found me. Strange, it's only been four days but it feels like two weeks have passed... He put the pictures back in his pocket. Well, I didn't see Whitey anywhere near here. She must be hidden somewhere... How do I approach this one? He couldn't just go up to her and act like he knew her already. That just wouldn't work.

Sam took off his sombrero and ran his hand through his white and black hair quickly. Then he put his sombrero back on and stepped out of the car, pulling the brim down low to try and cover up his face. First things first: Get a new shirt. It wouldn't take too long, plus, he could think of how to deal with Red while he got his new shirt. It was perfect. He approached a man wearing a long-sleeved white shirt with black patterns sewn onto it. "Un momento de su tiempo, señor? (One moment of your time, sir?)" The man looked rather confused as he dragged him off behind the church, away from everyone else. This shouldn't take too long. As soon as he was sure no one could see him, Sam started to beat up the middle-aged man.

Alright, so Red is here, probably to convince me to join her. And I'm supposed to kill her with that black knife Chicken Wings gave me. I can't exactly just shank her in front of a church and run for it. That's stupid. Plus, I don't even know where Whitey is. I've got to find out where she's stashed away, so I guess for now, I have to play along with them. Then, when I find the perfect moment, I've got to strike. Aah... What a pain. Chicken Wings, if I have to go through a hell of a lot for this, I am going to kick your ass the next time I see you. Sam hadn't been really paying attention, but the man he was beating up had already passed out. "Oh, lo siento. (Oh, sorry.) He promptly put him down and took off the middle-aged man's shirt. Afterwards, Sam took off his own shirt and tossed it aside. He put on the new one he just got and noticed that it was a little big on him. Oh well, it didn't matter, as long as it wasn't soaked through with sweat, he was good. Now then... How do I approach Red?

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 7 - 4/4 | DATE: December 27th, 2015 | LOCATION: Home

Freddie sat cross-legged on his bed, with Aria in his hands. Slowly and arrhythmically, his left hand strummed over her strings. Random, muted chords played after each strum. Another sigh escaped his mouth. "Man... What the hell is going on, Aria? I wish you could tell me..." He had stopped strumming altogether and just held her close to his body. Freddie really didn't know what to do know. Something like this has never happened to him before.

After a little bit of silence, he placed Aria back on her stand in the corner of his room and went to his bathroom to brush his teeth for the night. This was something that he would probably lose sleep over, that's for certain. After gargling with mouth wash, he went back to his bed and turned on the TV in his room. He flipped through the channels and looked for a program that could take his mind off of things. The news. Noooooo... He continued to channel surf until a he found a comedy special that was airing. It'll do. He set the sleep timer on the TV and settled himself underneath the sheets.

"Good night, Aria." After saying good night to his beloved guitar, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep land.

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 8 - 2/5 | DATE: September 29, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: Mexican Village

Surprisingly, Samuel didn't have a dream as he slept. It was odd... He was so used to having those dreams where he somehow ended up dying, but there was no dream that night. It was strange. Whatever, at any rate, he needed to get some new clothes, these clothes that he jacked were getting soaked with sweat and starting to smell. He could do with the pair of jeans he was wearing right now, but he had to get a new shirt somehow. He started up the car he stole and drove off to look for people to take a shirt from. Or if he was lucky enough, he could find some place where no one was in and steal a shirt from there. He definitely couldn't leave the shirt behind though. Sam didn't want to leave any traces of himself for the police to follow.

He drove around the quaint little village, looking for men with shirts that could probably fit him. There was a church that he saw as he drove around. Hmm... Maybe I can find someone in the church to steal from... Hah... Church. It didn't matter to him if the guy he stole from was the most religious guy in the entire town, he just needed the shirt off of his back. He stopped the car close to the church and pulled the brim of his hat way down low. Just on the off chance someone might recognize him. And now we play the waiting game...

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 7 - 4/4 | DATE: December 27th, 2015 | LOCATION: Hospital ==> Home

After the horrific ordeal that had just happened had passed, the hospital found that there was no immediate danger to Freddie's health. One of the nurses had told Freddie that his car was brought to the hospital and handed him his keys. That was convenient. Now he didn't have to worry about going to Sophie's place to get his car back. Right... Sophie. He was wondering how she was doing. After all, this whole thing did happen right in her dining room, in front of people she knew from the University. It would be bad if he didn't her anything about it. At the very least, make sure that she was doing better now. The last he had seen of her was when the police took her for questioning in her house. In that terrible state that she was in. Man...

The nurse directed Freddie to the parking lot where he found his car waiting for him. Well, time to head on home. He got in his car and jammed the key into the ignition. It roared to life as he re-adjusted the seat to a position better suited for him. Whoever drove the car to the hospital must've been pretty damn tall. The seat was nearly all the way back. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.

He took the toothbrush and toothpaste he had brought with him back into his house. Freddie haphazardly tossed them to the sink as he got ready to take a shower. He felt like he needed one, not even to get clean. Just to have some time to think to himself clearly and acknowledge what had happened that eventful morning. It was strange, even though he was there and clearly witnessed it happen, Freddie had a hard time wrapping his head around it. As the water splashed all over his body, his mind attempted to make sense of it all. I witnessed four people die. What possible reason could there be for it? And what was the cause of it all? It could be poison, but I don't think it would cause someone to stab themselves like that... Drugs? That was one possible explanation. But how much of one would have to be put into their food or drink to make them have heart attacks?

The thoughts slowed down as he exited the shower and dried himself off. He threw on his bathrobe and plopped himself onto his bed. Freddie just stared at the ceiling for an extended period of time as he continued to get his mind in order. "The party was... pretty crazy, to say the least, Aria." Talking out loud could help him sort things out in his mind. Hopefully, this little chat with his guitar would help him out, even just a little. "Well... I got there late because there was a pretty bad traffic accident. Sophie was not happy about that. She was also pretty wasted by the time I got there... Yeah. I had some catching up to do. So I did just that, I drank, and drank, and drank as I chatted with Sophie throughout the night. Man, she was so drunk that she asked my if I liked anybody. I didn't really tell her anything about that though. All I said was that if she still remembered in the morning, I'd answer then. Didn't have a good answer for that question, though. Anyway, I fell asleep after that little exchange. The next morning though..." Freddie paused as he recounted the events of the party. "... That's when things got super crazy. It started off like any other morning-after. Mild headache, a bit of disorientation, but I still had enough presence of mind to remember what happened last night. Thankfully Sophie didn't bother to follow up on her question. So Lucas made us breakfast and everything. And then... and then... people started... dying." It was hard just saying that, already. Freddie hadn't really experienced something like this before. "Yeah... four people... younger than me... all dead from heart attacks. One of them stabbed herself, though. It was..." He let out a huge sigh. "It was awful. The police and the paramedics came and... the last I saw of Sophie was her getting taken to her kitchen for questioning..."

That's right, he should probably check up on Sophie right now. He wasn't sure if she was doing ok. Freddie sat up from his bed and grabbed his phone from the computer desk next to his bed. He typed up a quick message and sent it to Sophie:

After it sent, he tossed his phone onto his bed as he sat back down on it. Why did they have to die? And right in front of his eyes, too. If had heard about it, things may have been different, but it happened right in front of him. Another sigh came out. "Give me a fucking break, man."

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 7 - 5/5 | DATE: September 28, 2013, Saturday | LOCATION: Mexican Village (Back to the Motel)

The angel Salgiel had stood up from his chair and pushed his seat in. "Well the day is ending, my lovely ladies. I'll return back to the motel for tonight. Tomorrow, we can continue talking about this and get on the road after. If you can, try to stay up as late as possible doing whatever you can to keep your minds busy. It is best to travel at night, so sleeping during the day will probably become the new normal until we get out of Mexico. Hana, you can keep the scarf if you want, I have plenty more. I bid you two goodnight." He took a quick bow and then set his eyes on Joslyn. "You're lucky you have white hair. It has been my dream since I was little to have white hair like yours. In this heat, I'm sure you're thankful for it." After hearing his comment, Joslyn simply cocked her head to the side in confusion. I wonder why he would say something like that...

After he left, both Hana and Joslyn went back to the motel to sleep for the night.

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 7 - 5/5 | DATE: September 28, 2013, Saturday | LOCATION: Mexican Village (Backside of Bar)

"All of it is your good side, Hana. As is with your friend, too." The stranger had spoken up. There was a harsh tone to his voice. "Fog will be happy to meet you two. He is currently holding all of my art supplies

"So this fool is a fallen angel, huh?"

"I guess so." They went to the backside of the bar, where there was a stable. Wow, there were horses in there. Three of them. Joslyn had never really seen one up close, or, at the very least, she couldn't remember seeing one before. The fallen angel had waved his hand and the white horse that stood in the stable jumped toward them, landing gracefully right in front of them. The sudden landing of the horse startled her, causing Joslyn to step back a little bit.

"You remember them, don't you boy?" The white horse came up to them and stood perpendicular to them. Hana seemed to take a cautious step back from the horse. Joslyn could hardly blame her, after all, the horse sort of just jumped right at them. Sort of.

Hana seemed to be anxious and started to speak, Salgiel, if you don't mind me asking, I have a request. It's a pretty big one too." However, before she continued on with her request, Hana had some kind of sudden realization and turned to face her. She pulled out a little vial from her pocket.

"What!? No, not this shit again!"

"Rraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~! That biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch~!"

"Sorry Joslyn. What I'm about to say, they can't hear." Hana did the same thing she did the day she took her away from the Mental Health Facility. She moistened her finger a bit before tracing something on her forehead and chanting something under her breath. As she did so, the area she traced over began to burn. The burn became more intense as she finished her little chant. Joslyn closed her eyes tightly.

"SSSSHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"NNNNGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH~!" Once again, Victor and Tessa seemingly vanished into the ether after Hana had finished.

"I'm sorry if that hurts you at all. It is meant to burn away the demons inside, not you." Hana gave her a little pat on the cheek. Joslyn knew that she meant well when she did this, but it still caused a painful burning sensation to flare up in her head. It would fade, but it was still unpleasant to deal with it. After it was over and done with, Hana turned her attention back to the fallen angel named Salgiel. "About one week ago, Gabriel came to me. She warned me of an attack being prepared by the Morning Star and that we only have till the Winter Solstice to stop him. I need to gather our kind to fight. There is no guarantee that this will grant us a return passage to Paradise or even that we'll be able to stop him, but the Rapture is not upon us, so there is nothing that Heaven can do. We are the only chance the mortals have in defending themselves." As she finished her little speech, a look of dismay washed across her face. "I fear something might have already happened. I need you to come with us. We have to stick together--train and prepare."

"Dancing with the Devil is a dangerous task, especially if there is not much time to prepare. So if Mr. High-And-Mighty isn't going to try and stop this, gathering he won't send down any angels to help, then how many of us are there? It seems like a very pressing job for you, Xathanael." It did seem like a heavy burden for Hana to carry. Still, so this is the reason she was gathering up all of these Fallen? To fight this Morning Star? The one responsible for the demons in her head? Maybe that's why she didn't really tell her all about this yet. Because of Tessa and Victor. Does that mean that they report everything they hear to him? That's... That's horrible!

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 7 - 3/5 | DATE: September 28th, 2013, Saturday | LOCATION: Mexican Village

"Hm," Hana was lost in thought for a moment before she finally explained what she was doing. "I was trying to call an old friend, but he didn't answer, which is unlike him. We'll have to stop and pay him a visit at some point in time." She stood up from her spot and put away her laptop. As she moved to go out of the room, she grabbed her compass. She looked at it, eyeing it carefully before motioning for Joslyn to follow her.

"Remind me again who we're looking for?"

"I'm not too sure who we're looking for."

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllll~ why nooooooooooooooooooooooot~?"

"I-I can think of two reasons..." Joslyn's voice faded as she spoke that line. She wasn't too sure how they'd react to that, but whatever. It was out there.

"What was tha- Oh forget it. It's too hot for me to care right now." Well, she wouldn't have to worry about screaming coming from either of the two for the time being. Maybe the heat was a good thing.

"Bruja!" Huh? Someone called that out. What does it mean? She had no idea, it's not like she could speak Spanish or anything. However, based on how Hana reacted, he might have been calling her. Was it how they called for women in this country?

Hana closed her eyes, almost as if she was concentrating on something. When she opened them again, she gazed intensely at the guy who had called out to her. What exactly was she doing? After a few moments, she blinked. Joslyn noticed that Hana's eyes were blood-shot. She moved over to talk with the man while Joslyn merely stayed behind. She didn't know what exactly was going on. Maybe this was the guy they were looking for?

"Hey, hey. Is this the guy we're looking for? Can we finally leave this shithole?"

"Seeeeeeeeeeeeerioussllllyyyyyyy~? Have we already found that guy we're looking fooooooooooooor~?"

"Maybe?" After seeing Hana motion for her to follow, Joslyn came closer to the pair that had been conversing. "Is- Is this the guy we came here for?"

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 6 - 4/4 | DATE: December 26th, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Kitchen) ==> Hospital

The morning started out pleasant enough. Enjoying the breakfast made by Sophie's butler, which was worlds better than the simple stuff Freddie had learned to make. Drinking coffee just the way he liked it. It seemed like a typical morning-after-a-party. At least, it seemed that way.

As Freddie ate his food, he heard a loud clank. He looked over to see someone with their face buried in their plate of food. Was... Was he okay? Upon closer inspection, the guy with his face in the food wasn't breathing. What in the... Is... Is this dude dead? That's ridiculous. No way he could be dead right there. Nope. There was no way in hell. Absolutely not. Maybe he was just tired. Yeah, maybe he didn't get enough sleep last night and he couldn't stay up, so he fell asleep in his plate. That could happen, right? But he wasn't breathing. At least, not visibly. He wanted to check on him to make sure, but someone else got up to check on him before Freddie could.

However, a short while after the guy stood up to check, his face started to contort in agony. His breathing became more ragged until he eventually keeled over onto the floor. Oh... Oh my god... What the fuck is going on here? Ok, that's not good. That's not good at all. This guy just fell over, and he's not breathing either. This can't be a coincidence. Were they really, truly dead? Just what the hell happened?

Moments later, a girl with brown hair started freaking out. She let out a scream and then shoved a knife into her own side. What... What the hell? Why would she do that? What possible reason is there for doing that? What in the actual fuck was going on here? People were dying right in front of him and he had no idea. Everything was happening so fast, he had no idea if he should be panicking or if he should be afraid or what. It all just started happening, faster than he could fully process.

No. No no no no no no no no. There's no way in hell that this can just happen out of the blue. Something happened to them. Something must've happened to them that caused this whole debacle. There was no way that people would just coincidentally die at the same time. Especially teenagers like them.

"Did you poison us Sophie-- or Lucas? Are we all going to die now?!" Poisoned? Sophie? Or Lucas? Poison? No... No way. Sophie would never poison anybody. Not knowingly, anyway. She... There's no way she would. Lucas? Maybe... There was the possibility it was him. He didn't know him that well, after all. No. There's no way he would do it. He only does what Sophie tells him to. And Sophie would never tell him to poison some kids, right? There's no way, right!? Right!?

"Yes, because this was the perfect morning to have dead bodies in my dining room, Oliver." Sophie's comment was snide and filled with disdain. Of course she'd be mad too. I mean, she didn't have anything to do with this. No way. Inconceivable. Still... Something must have happened to them to cause all of this craziness.

Someone called 911. He didn't pay attention to who, but he was aware enough to know that someone called. And of course, because fate just decided to have this happen all at once, another one had what looked like a heart attack, same as the other two guys. This time a blonde kid. Oh man... Oh man... Oh man! Freddie's heart started to race. This was really happening. Right in front of him. It may have taken a while to hit him, but it's finally caught up to him, and it hit him like a truck. Sophie was inspecting the bodies now. Like anybody else who just witnessed someone die would do. Not like some cold-blooded murderer enjoying the sight of their act. Definitely not. Nope nope nope.

"Goddammit" Sophie was getting angry. He didn't like seeing her in this state. Actually, he didn't particularly enjoy seeing anybody upset, but it especially hurt when it was Sophie. But... What could he do? What could he do in a situation where people just up and die, seemingly out of nowhere? It was no use. It was useless. Anything he could possibly attempt to do at this point was completely and utterly useless. He wanted to try to calm Sophie down, but that could cause her to lash out at him. He could try to crack a joke to lighten the mood, but that wasn't a viable option. It was too soon. He could try to calm everyone down and talk to them, but what could he say? He hadn't encountered a situation like this before.

"What's going..." Someone came in to the house. Whoa... Whoa, wait a minute... Isn't that the blonde kid? But... He looked to make sure, and sure enough, the blonde kid was still lying where he was. Deader than a rock. Is that... I mean... Are they twins? "... on?"

"I'll tell you what's going on," Sophie was rapidly rubbing her face with her hands "I have four fucking people dead in my dining room!" She just had to say it. Well, it's not like he didn't expect her to say it so bluntly, but still. Hearing it was still shocking. Some part of Freddie still wanted to deny that this was happening. That all of this was just a horrible dream and that he'd wake up in the bedroom Sophie took him to. Of course, he had been pinching himself the entire time to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. He already knew that this was really happening, like it or not.

The sound of approaching sirens interrupted his thought process. At long last, he stood up from his chair at the sound of the sirens. He looked at Sophie just as she looked at him. This was bad. He could tell that she has had it with this whole day. The cops and the medics came in after Lucas opened the door for them. Wait a minute. The thoughts became clearer as the cops came in. Wait a sec... If these kids were really poisoned... Then... Logically... The only person who could've done it was the one... Who prepared everything. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it. Lucas... If anyone was suspicious, it was him. But... No... There's no way. Not a chance.

"Yes, this is my home. I'm open to all questions, please do something about this." It seemed like Sophie was calm, but he knew that she was hysterical. There was no way she could keep completely calm about this. After all, four people are dead in her dining room. He watched her carefully, just to make sure she was really okay.

Soon, they were brought to the living room by the cops. They were probably all going to be questioned. Lucas was questioned in the kitchen by himself. When he came back... "Lucas..." Sophie's voice was trembling with rage. "Are you going to tell me what the hell happened in my dining room and why the fuck I have four goddamned people dead, and why the fuck these people think we poisoned them?" Sophie was practically going berserk on Lucas, slamming him into the wall and pinning him there. It was jarring, to see a girl like her pin someone heads taller than her to a wall. And it was especially odd for Freddie. He hadn't really seen her that angry before.

Lucas merely shook his head at her question, to which she responded by slapping him across the face. Freddie flinched when he saw the slap. It seemed painful, both visually and audibly. Lucas's maintained his usual, calm look.

"... You didn't give me time to reply." He readjusted his glasses and calmly continued, "I have no idea what happened to those four. There was absolutely nothing wrong with them all morning, and nothing wrong with them last night. No, I did not poison the food and drink because then all of us would be like them. I am being perfectly honest when I say I don't exactly know what happened." Normally, someone being perfectly calm about this would be alarming, but since that was how he normally was, it wasn't.

Sophie let him go and began to pace about. She was so flustered, it wasn't like her. He almost wanted to cry for her sake. Or maybe tell her that everything would be okay, even though he wasn't totally sure about it. And even then, if he did try to calm her down, she might lash out at him for it. Freddie had no idea what to do. His mind was in absolute chaos.

"You should sit down, Ni-"

"You should suck my fucking dick, Lucas. She was snapping. And even though she was clearly angry with Lucas, she still took his advice and sat down. Man... This is horrible. This crawling feeling... This hopelessness bloomed in Freddie. He didn't know if he could do anything to help her, or anyone for that matter.

One of the cops came and asked for Sophie to come with them. They were going to question her. How would she handle it? He didn't know that, now. Just... He couldn't do anything. Nothing he could think of could help out in this situation. Absolutely nothing. The things he did think about made him feel even worse. Trying to figure out the whole thing, he kept coming to the conclusion that Lucas must have had something to do with this. This led to even more distressing thoughts, such as the effects of the poison. When it would claim his life if he had been given it. If it would affect him differently and cause a different, yet equally painful death. He had to stop. It was horrible to even think about these things. Why he bothered, he didn't know. Maybe he was trying to think of something to help him through this. But nothing but those horrible, wretched thoughts came to mind.

His thoughts were interrupted by Sophie, "Whatever you think I or... Lucas did, we didn't. I haven't the slightest idea what happened in there, and..." Sophie looked like she was ready to hurl, holding her hand to mouth. "I honestly didn't need this, not now. I..." She bit down on her lip, seemingly thinking of what to say next. "... am truly sorry this happened." She put her hand to her face, trying to calm herself. It was hard to watch her like this. Freddie could barely even look at her as she spoke. Her voice and the things she was saying was enough for him to know what was going on with her.

Later on, he was transported to a hospital. But not before the police asked him questions. He managed to give out some key details, such as his name and age and where he lived, but when they got to the questions about the dead kids... All he could really do was stammer. His laid back demeanor was just gone. Freddie tried to say that those kids all of a sudden started dropping like flies. He wanted to say that one of them just stabbed themselves for no good reason. He wanted to say that it just happened. But when he tried to speak to the police, all that managed to come out of his mouth was an incoherent babble. It was horrible. The shock of the situation rendered him unable to speak. Seeing that they couldn't get much out of him, he was sent to the hospital so that they could check his system for anything that could be poison.

This was pathetic, he couldn't even speak about what happened. Not even to the police. He couldn't. He just couldn't. It was so sudden, and so... traumatic, that he couldn't even process it properly. However, the worst part of it was seeing Sophie in that state. To see her so angry and frustrated. On top of that... His conclusions pointed to Lucas. And that was something he couldn't, or rather didn't want to believe.

He sat on a hospital bed as they checked his blood to make sure nothing toxic was in it. This was just horrible. He really hoped that they wouldn't find anything. That way, he would have some peace of mind. However, sleeping was the furthest thing from his mind as the doctors did what they did. He might not be able to sleep at all for a couple of nights. Sophie...

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 7 - 1/5 | DATE: September 28, 2013, Saturday | LOCATION: Mexican Village

Joslyn felt a small nudge on her arm. She looked over and opened her tired eyes to see Hana standing next to her bed. "Joslyn, wake up. We have a lot to do today so that we can hopefully leave soon." Sleepiness still embracing her, she forced herself up off of the bed. Sweat laced the area she lay on as she slept. It was disgusting. "I'm going to take a quick shower." Joslyn simply nodded as she stretched and yawned while sitting on the bed.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh~. It's sooooooooo hoooooooooooooooooooooooot~!"

"Seriously. Can the next place we go to be a little bit colder? I'm fucking melting over here."

"Haaaaaaaaaaaa~, of course you would melt, you Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch~!"

"Ugh, I am so NOT in the mood to deal with you."

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah~. Not in this heeeeeeeaaaaaaat~." It seems that some good came from the heat. The heat caused Tessa and Victor to be a little less vocal and more worn out. The three of them sighed in unison as Hana took her shower.

After a few minutes passed, Hana came out of the bathroom and motioned for Joslyn to take a shower as well. "Go as quick as you can. The compass is acting up and I really want to find our missing person already. I don't like waiting, not for him at least." Him? Did she know the person they were looking for personally? At any rate, she went to her bag and picked out some clothes and underwear and went into the bathroom. The tub looked disgusting, causing Joslyn to be hesitant to even step into the tub. However, since Hana asked her to be quick about, she stripped off her clothes and climbed in. She felt wrong just standing in the disgusting tub. As the warm water splashed across her body, she heard giggling coming from Victor.

"Oh my god... Seriously, Victor?"

"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm~ Sorry, I can't help iiiiiiiiiiiiiiit~." This little exchange caused Joslyn to be more self-conscious and cover herself up with her hands as she stood in the shower. She hurried and washed herself before turning off the shower and quickly drying herself off. In a rush, she put on the underwear and clothes she picked out and continued to dry her hair as she left the bathroom. She looked over at Hana and saw her trying to do something on her laptop.

"What are you doing?"

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 6 - 5/5 | DATE: September 27, 2013, Friday | LOCATION: A Motel in Mexico City

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh... I'm not one to actually do something helpful, but I seriously hope we find this guy soon, because this heat is unBEARable!"

"Sssseeeeeeeeerioooooouuuuuuusssslllllyyyyyyyyyy~, This heat is hooooooooorrrrrrrrrrriiiiibllllleeeeee~."

"It's not that bad... I mean... What's the worst that could happen?"

"A Ssshhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrr Heart Aaaaaattaaaaaaaaaaaaack~!"

"Dumbass! You don't get a heart attack from exposure to heat. You get heat stroke!"

"Sooooooooooooooooooo~ what? Same thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing~" Oh no, they were at it again. In this heat, the fighting was more unbearable. This was mainly because Joslyn was affected greatly by the heat. Fortunately, since it was night time, it had cooled down a little bit. But it was still hot, regardless.

After searching around Mexico City for a while, they decided it was high time to look for a place to sleep. Having found a relatively decent-looking Motel in the city, Hana pulled into the parking lot of it and went into the office to get a room for the night. She came out with some keys and asked Joslyn to help bring the bags. After getting into the room, which looked somewhat clean, Joslyn placed the bag she brought at the foot of her bed and plopped down onto it. It felt nice to lie down on something that was soft and cool to the touch. For some reason, Victor and Tessa were pretty quiet. Maybe they were just relaxing. Whatever, after plopping down on the bed, Joslyn had drifted off to sleep.

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 6 - 5/5 | DATE: Septmeber 27, 2013, Friday | LOCATION: A Stolen Car in Mexico City

It wasn't fun trying to get around undetected, especially when people were actively searching specifically for you. He had no way of changing the way his face looked, all he could really do was wear that sombrero he stole down low and hope nobody came up to him. Not only that, but he couldn't really go to places that had cameras. That meant that he couldn't go to any gas stations to buy gas for his stolen car. It wasn't so bad, but it meant that he had to stop in a city every single time he needed gas. You know, to siphon it from another car. He didn't particularly mind this task, except for when the gas got in his mouth. Gross.

With hunger growing, he found a relatively secluded restaurant. A small place with no cameras and not too many customers. It would be good for Sam since not the many people will be in there, and if they do recognize him, it would take longer than forty minutes for the police to get there. More than enough time for him to get away. And since he had just siphoned some gas not too long ago, he could afford to floor it out of the place. He went into the restaurant, kept his hat tilted low to cover his face, went up to the counter and ordered, "Un tamal, por favor. (One tamale, please.)" The person at the counter wrote it down and asked for some money. Fortunately, he had some left from the last guy he stole from. He handed the guy at the counter some cash and he went to the kitchen to make the food. The guy wasn't too suspicious of Sam, so he could eat his meal in relative peace. That was good.

After eating his simple meal, he drove to a relatively secluded area in Mexico City. A place where civilians, and especially cops, didn't go to. He parked his car and turned off the engine. Just to be extra careful, he looked around to make sure no one was there. Good, no one in sight. He could get some sleep there in that secluded, empty lot. Sam climbed out of the driver's seat and went into the back and lay down, with his hat on his face, and fell asleep.

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 6 - 2/4 | DATE: December 26, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Kitchen)

"A very hungover morning." Sophie tapped the seat next to her, signaling Freddie to sit next to her. He took his seat as Lucas asked if he wanted coffee or ginger ale.

"Coffee would be nice, thank you."

"I prefer not to touch base on... last night." She ran her hand through his hair, the same way he did to her last night. Well, at least she wouldn't follow up on that question. That was a HUGE relief. He relaxed more after she said that.

"Alright then. If you insist." He sipped at the coffee Lucas had placed in front of him. Oooh, that hit the spot. It was especially good since it was a cold morning. Freddie mixed in about 3 spoonfuls of sugar and a little bit of milk to make it more to his liking.

"Breakfast is nearly ready, Nico." Awesome. At the mention of breakfast, Freddie's stomach growled a little bit. He didn't exactly have anything to eat the night before. All he had was the alcohol, not a suitable substitute for some good food. The smell of the food was intoxicating. He couldn't wait to dig in.

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 6 - 1/4 | DATE: December 26, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Kitchen)

An exasperated moan sounded as Freddie tried to force himself upright. He sat up and rubbed his eyes a little, an uncomfortable sensation filled his head. Probably from all of the booze last night. It wasn't exactly a hangover, but he just felt a little off, something a little bit of food could easily fix. He stood up and walked out of the room he slept in. Since he hadn't been too wasted the night before, he could remember things from last night clearly. One thing that stuck out like a sore thumb was the question Sophie asked him and his response. God, he really hoped she wouldn't ask him about it. He had absolutely no idea what to tell her if she did follow up on it, but he could think of something... hopefully.

He wandered about the large house for a while. Freddie hadn't been here enough to be familiar with all of the pathways in it. It sucked being lost in another person's house and they are nowhere to be found. Especially since this other person was a good friend. Aaaaah... What the hell? Still, this was a suitable place for parties since it could hold a crap ton of people all at once. Plus this place is pretty stocked with booze and food, so that wouldn't run out for a long while. Still, it was a maze for people who don't walk around it everyday.

Eventually, he found himself near the kitchen. Being the servant that he was, Lucas had been making breakfast for the party people. It was a large order to fill, considering how many people were already gathered there. He was fairly certain there were more people still, but he didn't know for sure. At any rate, he cracked his neck a little bit and twisted his upper body to crack his spine and walked towards the gaggle of people in the kitchen. "What's up, people?" He looked at Sophie and made eye contact with her for a little bit before looking away in embarrassment. He REALLY hoped that she wouldn't follow up that question.

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 6 - 4/5 | DATE: September 27, 2013, Friday | LOCATION: Desert in Mexico

Wow. It was incredibly hot in Mexico. Joslyn was not used to it at all. She was used to the fair weather that came with San Francisco living. Not too hot, not too freezing, just the right temperature to be comfortable. Mexico was scorching hot, even during the Fall season. It was bordering on ridiculous levels.

"Uuuuuuuugh... Remind me again why we're in this shithole of a country?"

"I think... I think... I think we're looking for... another fallen angel." The heat was affecting Joslyn heavily. She was covered in sweat, causing her clothing to stick closely to her skin. It was unbearable. She felt like her brain was being hard-boiled or something.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh~, Well could we hurry up and find this person before we die of the sheer heeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaat~?"

"I want to get out of here, too. But... But not before we find this other fallen." She really want to seem more motivated, but the heat forced her to slump down in her seat. No matter how much she wanted to, her arm refused to move. Her breath was getting heavy from the heat.

"Dammit!" Hana turned on the air conditioner in the car to try to cool them down. It back fired when the hot air was blown directly into their faces. She quickly turned it off and rolled down the windows to the car. "Joslyn, is there a town nearby on the map? We have to be getting close, but I don't see anything." With sloth-like movement, Joslyn opened up the map of Mexico and looked for where they were on the map. She looked around the approximate area and found a town. It was about 15 miles from where they were.

"Uuugh... It's about 15 miles..." She really wanted to get out of the heat. The faster they could find this guy, the better. And she hoped that it would be worth it.

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 5 - 4/4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Bedroom)

Several drinks later, Freddie and Sophie had been talking for a good while. They had been sitting together in the kitchen, chattering away and knocking back a few drinks. It was a good time. Time seemed to be passing by quickly.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Sophie sighed. "Freddie, walk with me" She had already grabbed a new drink and latched onto his arm.

"Wait, what?"

"I need to walk" Before he could say anything else, Sophie had already dragged him out of his seat. He reached for his drink before they went off to walk about her large house. They walked about the house haphazardly, talking about the play and the most randomly bizarre assortment of topics. During their talk, they somehow linked supernovas to Indian cuisine, volcanoes to bacteria and fish. It was all over the place, and Sophie threw in random foreign words from various different languages. He had no idea what the fuck what was going on, but he did know that they were drunk, so he could excuse it.

"You've got a nice fucking floor, Sophiera." Some guy lay on the floor, passed out. Then, almost out of nowhere, Lucas showed up next to him. Was he some kinda ninja or something? How the hell did he do that?

"Lucas, I want him in my b-" Sophie stopped mid-sentence as she looked at Lucas's blank face. She let out another sigh. "Fine, drag him off to a bedroom." Complying with her command, Lucas lifted the passed out dude over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and took him to one of the bedrooms. Ha. Like a sack of potatoes. Freddie took another swig from his drink as Sophie dragged him along on this walk she wanted to take.

"Freddie, I'm going to be perfectly honest right now," She started as they got to the freezing pool. "I am tempted to drag you off to my room so that we can have sex, but then Lucas would tan both our hides and neither of us would be happy in the morning. I hate being drunk." Well, that certainly came out of nowhere. He just accredited that to her drunken state. Still, he didn't know exactly what to say. All he could really do was take a swig of his drink, the same as Sophie did.

"Are you going to stay the night?" He had planned on it, what with his toothbrush and toothpaste in his car and all. She dragged him from the pool area into the library and some back stairs. Before he could get out two words, Sophie said, "Don't answer that, of course you are. No, no rejections, I won't have it."

She brought him to the room he would be sleeping in. Freddie put his empty glass on a night stand next to his bed and went to lay down in the room's bed. He lay down next to Sophie, who had for whatever reason decided to lay down in his bed. Suddenly, she piped up, "Freddie, do you have anyone you like...?" Yup. That was probably the alcohol talking. He considered telling her that he liked her, but he didn't want to do anything too stupid. Even though he was drunk, he was still clear-headed enough to consider this.

Freddie let out a little chuckle, "Maybe, maybe not." He playfully tousled Sophie's hair as tiredness weighed down his eyelids. He was pretty sleepy, and he had no idea what time it was, but it had to be pretty late. Or, was it early? Whatever. Point is, he was sleepy. "Aaah... Tell you what, if you're still curious about it tomorrow, I'll tell you then..." Fatigue filled his voice as he closed his eyes with his hands still in her hair, drifting off to sleep.

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 5 - 4/4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House (Kitchen)

"Jealous, Freddie?"

"Ha. Not gonna lie, a little bit," Freddie quipped as he followed Sophie into the house. It was true, he was a little jealous of Lucas that he got to have sex with her. He always thought that Sophie was a bit of a cutie. Although they were friends, and things might get weird if they did do it. He definitely didn't want to ruin his relationship with Sophie.

"What was it, some kind of traffic jam? Perhaps a car wreck?" Sophie had cleared her throat a bit before asking. He wasn't really sure what had happened. He had been rushing when traffic finally decided to let up, so he had no idea what exactly happened. All he knew was that there was traffic. A whole lot of it. Since he was already late to the party, he couldn't waste any time rubbernecking and just high tailed it out of there before he could get a proper look.

"I think so. Not too sure, since I rushed out of there." They got to the kitchen as he finished talking. When they got there, Sophie asked Lucas to make her a Long Island Iced Tea. After a bit of silence, Freddie asked him for a Scotch on the Rocks. He had some catching up to do, since he had no idea how many drinks Sophie had had up until that point. Though when Lucas finished making the drink, he knew it was whatever that number was plus one more. He set the drink down in front of her.

"It seems there has been a car wreck not to far from here, Nico." Well. That answered the mystery of the cause of the traffic. A car wreck. He noticed that Sophie was looking at him. No idea what for, but she was looking at him. Freddie sipped at his drink as he tried to think of something to say. I mean, what could he say? Maybe he could just go about his usual pleasantries. Ask her how she's been, or if she's met any new people. He wasn't sure if he should though, since she was pretty wasted. Maybe he could ask how the sex with Lucas was? No. No way in hell. Just, just no. He quickly banished that thought from his mind. Another sip of his drink. He had a bunch of time since he would be staying for the night.

"I will be back" Lucas just up and left the two of them alone in the kitchen. How long had he known Sophie for? He really had no idea, just that she knew him a lot longer than Freddie. Maybe there was something that happened when they were kids and they've close ever since. Yeah, maybe something like that. Wait, why was he even thinking about that? Whatever. He finally started chatting with Sophie about various topics. It wasn't going anywhere in particular, but he figured since they were alone they should talk. He didn't want to have an awkward silence between them, that was for certain.

After chatting for sometime, not too sure how long, Lucas came back. "You were gone too long." Freddie noticed a smile on his face. He really cared for Sophie, that much was obvious.

"What did you do? Check on the others?" There were minors in the house. They probably had a couple drinks as well. Maybe they did something else together. Ha. Maybe they did what Lucas and Sophie did. Ha ha. Fuck, was he really that jealous about that?

Frederick "Freddie" Anderson
DAY: 5 - 3/4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House

After waiting at the door for a little bit, the door opened. When it was fully opened, Lucas was standing at the other side of it. Freddie was about to say hi to Lucas when Sophie popped out from behind him. She was dressed very lazily, only wearing a tank top, underwear, and a large dark teal cardigan. There was a scowl on her face. That wasn't surprising, all things considered.

She marched right up to Freddie and poked him in the chest, "You're late." Sophie was wasted, that was immediately clear to him. "You're lucky I don't hate you, otherwise I would have Lucas throw you into the pool and lock you in there." That really was lucky, especially in this freezing weather. He definitely did not want to end up a Freddie Popsicle.

"Well, I really am sorry I'm late. Didn't choose to be late though. Traffic was horrible, y'know?" He shrugged his shoulders as he talked to them. It was the truth, though he didn't know why he was trying to reason with a drunk person. He was really curious why she was dressed so lazily though. He knew she was wearing a dress earlier. Freddie looked at Lucas and Sophie closely and saw a bite mark on Lucas's shoulder. A wry smile crawled across his face. "You guys totally fucked, didn't you?"