A Hidden Storm's Return (OPEN)

[Cole Kessler]

The sweat poured down his body. The roar of the crowd sent an all-too-familiar-but-good-feeling chill up and down his spine. The smoke that he inhaled entered and exited his lungs in crisp, clean breath. His eyes flickered around the darkened stage behind the curtain. His body trying to focus everything around him, all of the energy, into his own. His fingers twitched around the neck of his guitar as his right hand flicked away the butt of his cigarette. And he struck a power chord as hard as he could.

The lights exploded to life and the curtain seemed to rip itself from the rail upon which it hung. A fist held high into the air as a man approached the center of the stage. "PILOT RIDGE!!!!" A voice oh so familiar to the club patrons of the night rang out over the speakers, "HOW THE FUCK ARE YA!?" The crowd erupted into a frenzy as the lights revealed the man's face. That man, guitar cradled in his hands, was none other that Cole Kessler. "It's been one helluva ride, guys and gals, an I'm glad we made it back here in one piece." Cole paused and took a long drink of water, "Now, could sit here and talk for the next half-hour. Or, I could do what I come here to do! It's time to Rock it and Drink it!"

With those words, Cole's band began to play and Cole picked up right with them:

One by one the days fall away
Leaving me no escape
With the weight of the world hanging over me

Gotta keep from going under
Won’t bury me alive
Gotta get, get out from under
To let the fear run dry
There’s no way it’s taking me, taking me tonight

’Cause I still believe, inside of me,
There’s someone not unspoken, someone not so broken
I still believe, in spite of me
And what I have become
I’ll find the one I used to be
To bring me full circle

Suddenly it’s all coming clear
That what I have lost and what has led me here,
Was all a lie

Gotta keep from going under
Gotta leave it all behind
Gotta get, get out from under
To let the shadow die
There’s no way it’s taking me, taking me alive

’Cause I still believe, inside of me,
There’s someone not unspoken, someone not so broken
I still believe, in spite of me
And what I have become
I’ll find the one I used to be

The secrets that I keep
The lies that I would tell
The truth that I would hide
Are poisoning the well
But I’m not giving in, no
To the enemy inside
It’ll never take me without a fight

’Cause I still believe, inside of me,
There’s someone not unspoken, someone not so broken
I still believe, in spite of me
And what I have become
I’ll find the one I used to be
To bring me full circle
To bring me full circle

And with that, the night would kick off. Cole paused for a moment between their first song and the next for another drink. "And now, let's all let our temper's flow!"

This time you’d better bite your tongue
Think twice before you open that mouth
Save your breath, hold it in your lungs
Being from rage, will it overcome?

I feel the tension rising high
A feel a hump pound in my chest
Nothing is strange, I see in red
Can’t hold it back
Here comes my

Temper temper, time to explode (Hey)
Feels good when I lose control
Temper temper, time to explode (Hey)
Chamber’s empty, time to reload

Too late cause now you can’t disarm
Too slow, you know you should’ve backed down
Did you think before you crossed that line?
This intervention’s gonna be divine

I feel the time it's crawling near
I feel the sweat dripping down my face
Nothing is strange, just seeing red
Can’t hold it back
Here comes my

Temper temper, time to explode (Hey)
Feels good when I lose control
Temper temper, time to explode (Hey)
Chamber’s empty, time to reload

Temper temper, time to explode
Temper temper, time to explode
Temper temper, time to explode
Temper temper, time to explode
Temper temper, time to explode
Feels good when we lose control
Temper temper, time to reload
Chamber’s empty, time to reload

Oh... Here comes my

Temper temper, time to explode (Hey)
Feels good when I lose control
Temper temper, time to explode (Hey)
Chamber’s empty, time to reload

Temper temper, time to explode (Hey)
Feels good when I lose control
Temper temper, time to explode (Hey)
Chamber’s empty, time to reload

Time to reload!

All was now going as planned. And if it kept to the plan of the night, Cole had an idea as to where it would end up. And he didn't mind if this plan culminated into fruition at all.

[Ava Anderton]

Ava let out a sigh getting off of her bed she glanced at the clock she was bored and restless sitting up she dedied that she would go out with a smile she went off to shower and changed pulling on a simple pair of blue skinny jeans and nude colour heels '' Now what top to wear ?'' she asked herself as she moved her fingers through her clothes finally she pulled out a black low cut top.Letting out a giggle she dressed finally glancing at herself in the mirror she added some simple make up along with some eye liner running her fingers through her damp hair she decided to leave it down and around her shoulders grabbing her keys to her mini she called out a goodbye to her room-mates she climbed into her car and started to head to the local club. after hearing that there was a great band playing that night.

Climbing out of her car she followed the crowd listening to the music playing she grinned rather excited to be at the club moving her small handbag over her shoulder making sure that she kept an eye on it last thing she wanted was to loose it she shook her head slightly and walked on into the club with her fake id she grinned listening to the roar of the crowd she smiled glancing up at the band as she started to dance.She grinned looking around at the people not caring about the looks she had been given by a few men she closed her eyes listening to the lryics of the song with a smile as she moved her fingers up through her hair as she edged towards the stage with a smirk.

'' This is awesome !'' she yelled out with a smile as she glanced up at the stage knowing that she looked older than her actual age but it wasnt like she was going to get really drunk she couldnt because she had her mini and she was responsible the most exciting thing she would drink would most likely be a lemonade.

[Christian Lucas]

Christian was NOT a club go-er. In fact, he tended to avoid music that was punk, metal, scream-o, acid, or harder than a piece of pinewood. That isn't to say he didn't enjoy a fair bit of classic rock. Billy Joel, Bon Jovi, even a few modern songs that reminded him of those styles by artists more famous for stronger works. "Iridescent" by Lincoln Park was one he could listen to regularly and enjoy. However, somehow, he was in this club, listening to what he could only describe as a racket.

Even swearing was a big thing for Chris. He didn't mind others doing it, but when it wasn't for any real purpose but to sound "cool" he frowned upon it. General Patton had said "When I want my men to remember something important, to really make it stick, I give it to them double dirty. It may not sound nice to some bunch of little old ladies at an afternoon tea party, but it helps my soldiers to remember. You can't run an army without profanity; and it has to be eloquent profanity. An army without profanity couldn't fight it's way out of a piss-soaked paper bag," and Christian saw it much in the same way.

So why he was in this club, he was beginning to really question. He'd already secluded himself as far away from the speakers as he could. He'd promised someone he would meet them here, but she had apparently stood Chris up, seeing as it was half an hour later than the original meet time. This, when tied with the fact that the bar didn't exactly specialize in his types of drinks either (It was a bar that was aimed towards the teenagers and young adults. Fine wines were hardly high on their request list.) had put him in a foul mood.

He sat back, closed his eyes, and tried to listen to the words, rather than the music. The writer wasn't bad, though he wasn't exactly Robert Frost either. Groaning for a moment, Christian mentally slapped himself. He was being overly critical. Just because this wasn't his preference in music didn't mean that he had any right to just call it bad. He spent a few moments calming his frustrations as being stood up and tried to be more reasonable. Now that he was trying to look at things positively, he decided to make the most of it. Clubs weren't where he preferred to spend his time, but he'd dressed in a classy casual manner. He knew he was handsome anyways, and so he headed towards the bar again, finding a stool to occupy while he scanned the crowd.

The music was still a bit distracting, especially since he was now closer to the speakers (He half expected to go deaf.) but he saw a few people that could be fun to talk(Read; flirt) with around the club. However he wanted to be patient. If there was one thing he'd learned regarding women, it was that the best ones always appeared right as you gave up hope or committed to a target. So he waited.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole scanned the crowd as he continued to sing. Almost everyone was into the music now. He could still see a few stragglers, but nothing he couldn't turn around. He began to pluck the strings to his guitar and play another song, "This song is called Never Give Up by Stealing Eden. We met this band about 3-months ago and they had just take off. For those of y'all who knew us before we left, it was Stealing Eden that allowed us to go on tour with them and our own shit took off. So now, here we are once again!"

Cole continued to play the opening bridge of the song before the rest of his band picked up with him:

Sinking under the water
Holding all your breath inside
Fighting to find all the answers
But frozen hearts can be kryptonite

You've gone down a path that you just can't go
The wrong way down a one way road
And I'm here to let you know

(Chorus)
No, I'll never let you go
No, I'll never let you fall
No, I'll never give up on you
I'll never give up on you
I'll never let you go
No, I'll never let you fall
No, I'll never give up on you

Staring at your reflection
All you see is your broken smile
I hear somewhere in the distance
A warning sign
Can bring you back to life

You're on, on a path that you just can't go
The wrong way down a one way road
And I'm here to let you know

(Chorus)
No, I'll never let you go
No, I'll never let you fall
No, I'll never give up on you
I'll never give up on you
I'll never let you go
No, I'll never let you fall
No, I'll never give up on you

No, I'll never let you go
I'll never let you fall
I'll never give up on you

(Chorus)
No, I'll never let you go
No, I'll never let you fall
No, I'll never give up on you
I'll never give up on you
I'll never let you go
No, I'll never let you fall
No, I'll never give up on you

(I'm here to let you...)
Know I'll never let you go (go)
I'll never let you fall (go)
I'll never give up on you

(I'm here to let you...)
Know I'll never let you go (go)
I'll never let you fall (go)
I'll never give up on you
I'll never give up on you

As the music again died down, Cole spoke, "I told those bastards we would do a cover for them when we got back home." He chuckled; taking another drink of his water before continuing, "We are going to take a short break and finish our set in about thirty. Somebody bring me a drink! No, not really." He said as he exited the stage to take a short smoke break.

He made his way back around to the bar where the only separation between himself and the clubbers was the bar itself and began helping serve drinks. Shuffling glasses up and down the bar was one of Cole's strengths when he was home and the girls tending everyone didn't mind him helping. He slid a set of drinks down to the far end of the bar; smirking as the came to a rest in the hands of their purchasers. "C'mon, ladies.... Let's get things moving. Quickly!" Cole hollered across the bar. He grabbed bottle after bottle of alcohol, mixing them almost instantly and passing them to their requester. Cole was nothing near legitimate as a bartender but his skills with the bottles and his hands made a hard argument otherwise.

There was a man and a woman at the end of the rush that still hadn't received nor requested a drink.... The man, a mid-aged gentleman, Cole figured for a teacher. He was definitely not a clubber. The semi-casual suit gave away the fact that this man wasn't one for just any drink, but only the finest. Luckily Cole knew where Johnny stashed his finest products..., including some aged white wine.

The young woman, Cole couldn't tell. She looked old enough to be allowed in the club, but then again, some women nowadays looked way older than their actual age. Still, though, she was definitely a student. Whether she was in Hammel or University remained a mystery.

Cole called them both out as the other patrons mingled on the dance floor, "You two, y'all want anything to drink?"

[Christian Lucas]

Giving the younger man a glance, he recognized him from the stage. "I doubt you have what I'm looking for. However, on the off chance you know what Orballo Albariño is, and have some lying around, I'll happily take the whole bottle." After responding, Christian looked the bartender over for another few moments. "Not many bartenders I meet who also sing in bands," he said with a slight smile.

As he said that however, he caught sight of someone out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head he saw a very attractive woman. She was obviously not the standard nineteen to twenty-four year range that most of the rest of the club appeared to be, seeming a bit older, maybe late twenties. It was hard to tell. He tracked her movement for a short moment before the bartender's voice caught his attention again over the noise, and he turned back. He'd have to keep an eye out for this woman.

[Ava Anderton]

Ava smiled she loved the club and the music was amazing she danced away happily letting out a small gasp when she felt hands move to her ass and a body up against her she jumped forward turning around to look at the man who was chuckling at her seeming to like what he had felt her cheeks flushed deeply before she moved away quickly heading to the bar and away from the man feeling creeped out. ' Dont touch me ever again '' she uttered trying to stand strong yet she could feel that sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Letting out a shudder she glanced at the bar man hearing him talk she wasnt really listening she was still thinking about the creep who had touched her finally zoning back in she then glanced to the stage '' wasnt you ..'' she asked pointing at the stage before smiling slightly her body trembling a little '' can l just get some soda please '' she asked glancing at a man close to her who was dressed in a suit and she thought she was over dressed she scanned the room quickly seeing all the scantly dressed woman she blushed looking down at herself knowing she was only 18 and seemed to have more clothes on.

'' Can l ask a favour ?'' She asked as she leant over the bar slightly '' ls there a creepy man with a beer belly and a rolling stones t-shirt still watching me ..because he is getting a little too touchy feely '' she mumbled feeling weak for needing and asking for help this wasnt the way she thought her evening would go but she felt safer next to the bar she then looked at the man who ordered a nice bottle of wine she assumed she hadnt really tasted alchol and she hadnt planned to.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole looked at the man as he spoke. 'One for one' He thought to himself. As the man named off his wine of choice, Cole smirked. "I do know what it is, and if you give me a moment, I'll see what I can do for you, sir." Cole told him. He would get the girl a drink -if she wanted one- first, and then break into Johnny's stash.

Cole walked over to her, looking her over on his way. She was a looker that was certain but she seemed a little agitated. When she asked for a soda and not anything alcoholic,, Cole knew she w under age. A little more listening and Cole found out why she seemed a bi jittered. He leaned on the bar close to her, looking more like he was talking to her than scanning the crowd, "I don't see him immediately, but I do know who you are talking about." Cole explained, "Hell, he ain't even supposed to be here. Had one too many run-ins with myself and others. Johnny had him barred. Hang on one sec." Cole said turning around.

He dug through a cabinet before grabbing the phone and calling back to the camera room. The phone didn't even ring before it was answered, "Security Room."

Cole smiled, "I know that big black man voice anywhere. How ya been Anderson?"

The man on the other end of the phone chuckled, "Well, I'll be damned if it isn't our resident rock star. What can I do for you Cole?"

"Ey, man..... Got a girl here at the bar saying that she got groped on the dance floor. I'm not one for caring with that because it happens so often, but this girl's description of the guy matches the one that Johnny barred,"

"That asshole better not be here! If so he goin' to jail." An angry voice rolled over the line.

"Yeah, that's what I figured. Care to check the cameras? Said he's walking around in a Rolling Stones Tee and has a major beer belly now. If you find him on there, get him, but hold him. I wanna say hello now that I'm back in town." Cole said before hanging up the phone.

He turned back to the woman, "Ma'am, my name is Cole. If he bothers you anymore or if he tries anything, come find me. I'll take care of everything. If you want to just chill up here at the bar," Cole said as he handed her a Dr. Pepper, "I'll make sure you get taken care and an eye if kept out for the guy, okay? Oh and don't worry, I won't tell them you're underage." He smiled and winked at her, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have one more drink to serve."

Cole ducked behind the counter and dug up under the counter to a hidden wine rack, "Johnny boy, you never disappoint." Cole said he began to pull each bottle from the rack and see what it was. Luckily, he didn't look for long. The fourth bottle he pulled from the rack was hat he needed. The gilded green glass and nearly, dandelion yellow cork was the dead give away for the brand. Cole grabbed two wine glasses of the back of the bar and set them down. He popped the cork, cradled the glasses in one hand and poured them full with the other. "Here you go, sir. Enjoy." Cole said as he raised his glass

[Ava Anderton]

Ava let out a sigh of relief looking at Cole before glancing around '' Thank you '' she smiled and nodded her head slightly to him before looking up at the ceiling and wiping at her eyes making sure that she hadnt leaked any tears she instantly felt better as she listened to Cole talk '' Kinda tempted to come with and give him a piece of my mind '' she uttered with a faint growl before shaking her head '' Your also really really talented '' she said as she sat up on a barstool her legs still feeling like jelly.

Looking at her drink she smile '' Dr pepper my fav '' she grinned as she took a straw and placed it into the neck of the bottle and sipping from it her eyes then bugged when he mentioned that she was underage '' l...l..thanks again '' she smiled her cheeks still red '' lm Ava nice to meet you Cole '' she called out with a small wave feeling a need to introduce herself to the man who helped her so much she was thinking about leaving after it happened but now she wanted to stay and listen to him play once again. Ava sighed looking at him then glancing at the man who wanted the wine she then glanced back she wanted to dance again she carried on sipping at her drink she still felt slightly on edge she was going to stay close to the bar till she was told the man had been kicked out slipping down from her bar stool she went off to find the bathroom wanting to freshen up.

Walking out of the bathroom with her drink she had applied some fresh lip gloss and ran her comb through her hair just wanting to not look so ragged she then glanced up as she saw a rolling stones shirt she stopped still geting a whiff of alot of alchol on the mans breath '' C..C...Cole'' she uttered faintly her voice barely even there stepping back slightly as the man took a step towards her swaying a little '' Your drunk...'' she uttered as he reached out grabbing at her wrist making her wince in pain as she struggled trying to get away from him as he leered over her.

[Christian Lucas]

Pleasantly surprised by the fact that they had a reasonable selection of wine somewhere, and even more by the young man knowing what it was, Christian relaxed a bit. Bar stools were hardly lounge chairs, but he got a bit more comfortable.

He'd noticed the short exchange between the girl at the bar and his wine friend, and while he wasn't much for eavesdropping, he had a thing about watching out for damsels in distress. And she was obviously in distress, and while she was too young for him, she was obviously attractive. With wine now in hand (And also impressed he'd used a white wine glass, rather than the much larger red wine glass) he asked about it. After a short explanation from the younger man he nodded, happy that it was being handled.

"I'm Christian. What's your name?" he asked the younger man, "And why is it that when I ask about wine from your bar girls, they say all they have comes out of a box, and tastes like it?" he finished with a casual smile. He began chatting Cole now. After a bit of small talk, Christian noticed the younger girl as she walked to the bathroom, paying little heed to it, until he saw a Rolling Stones shirt that went through the wrong door. "Cole, my young friend, I think that you might want to visit the women's room. A certain man has followed someone who looks like a student in there, and I'm headed there now, but I think the law would prefer that someone who works here also be there." He stood up, and walked towards the bathroom, being somewhat more aggressive to part the crowd. Once there, he paused a moment, letting Cole close the distance as well. Then he opened the door.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole was in the middle of conversation with the Christian when he happened to see the man whom Ava had just requested be found follow her into the bathroom. He needn't hear the other man's words before he grabbed the phone, this time saying only a few words, "Big man, you better get out here or I'm gonna kill 'em. I'm so through with this guy's bullshit."

And with that, Cole followed behind Christian toward the bathroom door, pushing people off to the side. It wasn't that he was being rude, but just to get them out of the way if it came down to it. As he neared the door, Cole felt a large hand press against his chest. It was Anderson, "Damn it, big man let me through there!"

The large, burly man folded his arms and shook his head, "Uh-uh, Cole. You can't be involved in this. You're not security."

"Then go damnit!......" Cole yelled at him and stormed off. Cole wasn't sure how the head of security was going to handle things, but he wasn't about to let this guy once again get out of here without teaching him a lesson once again. Cole leaned up against the stage and lit a cigarette; eyes tracing around the women's restroom door. Finally he saw Anderson dragging the man out of the restroom, his head wrapped in a large black arm fighting furiously to escape. Cole never thought he would see the day that somebody fought Anderson, but it happened. The man broke free of the headlock and smashed his beer bottle across Anderson's face.

Cole stood from his leaned position as screams from the patrons drowned out the music. He looked back up stage, "Mikey! Guitar! Now!" Three words were all there was time for. Cole's band mate tossed his guitar to the singer and he charged forward. "CLEAR OUT!" Cole said as he rushed toward the altercation. With a wide swing, Cole slammed his guitar into the man's gut, forcing him to stagger.

"Henry, you need to leave. You're banned remember?" Cole said as he helped Anderson up, "And the way I see it, you have two options. A: You walk out and don't come back. Or B: You fight us, we call the cops and jail you on Trespassing, Assault and Battery, and Public Intox, even then you still don't get to come back." Cole stood next to Anderson, his guitar still clutched in hand, "Now what's it gonna be?" Cole wasn't ready to reveal his powers in public, but he would if need be. And just in case, Cole was charged and ready to go, an electrical bolt secreted in his free hand.....

[Ava Anderton]

Ava could feel tears trickling down her face she was scared really scared she dropped the bottle of her doctor pepper listening to it smash on the floor by her feet she then moved to slap the mans cheek dragging her nails down his cheek leaving nail marks trying to get him to let her go but all she could feel was his hand gripping tightly around her wrist the skin starting to bruise as she let out a scream.

She started to pull at her wrist '' look ... look just let me go ... please l wont tell anyone '' she uttered frightened yet she could hear shouting from outside and she could hear Coles voice '' Save me ... '' she whispered it wasnt untill she heard the door open and a huge security guard came in and dragged the man off of her listening to the drunken man ramble about how she was a slut who wanted him she had stumbled back clutching at her wrist which was brusied and now swollen ''l..l...would never want you '' she spat her eyes widened as he was dragged away she leant against on the cold tiles of the bathroom taken in a shaky breath.

Listening to all the noise coming from outside of the bathroom she walked slowly outside holding onto her wrist it was so tender she could see the drunken man was being impossible and the fact that he was brawling with the guard and now Cole it was all her fault she felt awful she couldnt stop crying and shaking she wished she had never come out tonight.
'' lm sorry ...so sorry ...''

[Christian Lucas]

He heard the security officer behind him, and while he had been prepared to fight if absolutely needed (First rule of almost every martial art was that you only fought if you absolutely had to.) Christian decided he wasn't really needed particularly. That being said, he wasn't going to leave it all alone, just in case. This town had a lot of people who were more than they appeared, and Christian knew that if the Rolling Stones man was a Meta, and the security guard wasn't then things could get very ugly.

So as he walked in, he cloaked. The drunk was completely oblivious to him, too intent on harassing the younger girl. Pausing long enough to see the security guard wasn't right behind him, he walked over to the man. Gripping him by the back of his shirt, he pulled the man back, sending him colliding with a stall. The man wasn't hurt, but obviously stunned, his inebriated mind working slowly to realize that something that he could not see had just moved him. By the time he had pulled himself back up, the security guard was in the bathroom and grabbed him around the neck, dragging him out before the drunk was even aware he was moving, yet again. However the pot bellied man still had mind enough to shout some insults at the girl before he was out of the room.

Christian was tempted to follow him, perhaps even out to his car. While he was not an especially aggressive man by nature, he was proficient in a few martial arts, and had a spot in his heart of true hatred to those who raped and claimed it was their victim's fault. That coupled with the fact it was exceedingly hard to fight an invisible opponent, unless you were a top degree martial artist, made him rather effective in hand to hand combat. He even took a small step towards the door before he heard the girl crying. The gentler part of his mind took over, and he let himself be seen again. Slowly, so as not to scare the poor girl, he crouched down. "Hey there. It's ok. Everything's being dealt with." He took his jacket off, wrapping it around the girl's shoulders. He had a little experience with rape victims, and while it hadn't gone that far with her he had an understanding of what he was dealing with. He avoided any sort of affectionate or pet names, only made contact on non-intimate parts of her body, and made sure to keep a calm even tone. No direct commands and no questions regarding the experience directly unless she brought it up first. Don't make light of the situation, accept it was real, scary, and completely serious for her.

"It's not your fault. He was drunk, and obviously looking for trouble. It's going to be alright now. Do you think you'd be ok to stand up?" As he got her to stand up he put an open hand on her elbow, and another on her shoulder, helping her walk, and guiding her out the door. Once out, he saw the drunk man and felt a flash of anger, but calmed himself. He'd obviously done something to deserve the destruction of Cole's guitar. Christian didn't disagree with the idea of breaking it over the man's head, but couldn't help but wonder if Cole had been a little too aggressive.

"Cole, is there a quiet place that this young lady can sit down for a little while? A break room, or back room, or something? Also, please bring some water for her to drink please." He still maintained his tone he'd used with her, shaking his head to the younger man when he tried to help carry her. "Just the room and water. But please, feel free to sit with us." Once he had been directed to the room, he sat the girl down and handed her the water. He then sat down in a corner, waiting again for Cole to join them, searching through his phone.

He knew he had the school faculty registry here, and finally found the name he was looking for. Psychiatrist, Dr. Sean Neville. Sighing at the fact he had to call anyone for work related purposes at this time, he called the number. It rang a few times, and the voice mail picked up, informing him that it was the doctor's school number, and giving another number in case of emergencies. Hanging up and calling the next one, it rang through to voice mail as well and so Christian left a message.

"Doctor Neville, I apologize profusely for calling at this time. I'm a new teacher at Hammel, where I received your number and you're the only man of your profession I know of in the town. However a young girl was sexually assaulted at a club downtown, and I know that such events can cause traumatic issues that are best dealt with by a doctor of your profession. I would like to avoid causing any further trauma if possible, so if I could please have you call me back as soon as possible, I'd appreciate your help." He listed his name and phone number, and hoped the doctor would be able to call back soon.

Finally Cole came into the room, finishing whatever he had needed to do. Before the younger man could go and talk to the girl, who had her eyes to the floor and almost covered with her hands, he pulled him to the side and quickly explained the basic rules for talking to her. He then explained he had called up Dr. Neville and that they should just keep her calm until the police had arrived, so that she could be questioned if need be. "She was calling your name, so be careful please. I don't have a degree in this sort of thing, but I've been places where rape is considerably more... Common, unfortunately." With the second to last word, his eyes flashed with anger for a moment, but he took a deep breath and calmed himself.

[[OOC:]]Sorry for the super long post, my muse was on overdrive today.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole stood firmly beside his favorite security guard, waiting for Henry to make a move. Cole wasn't going to let this fight take him by surprise again. It had been well over a year ago, almost two since the first fight. Henry attacked him at his ex-girlfriend's orders. Cole wasn't alone that night, but he handled Henry himself, not wanting to put his best friend in harms way. Then there was Cole's house party where they again showed up. Cole won that fight, but his inebriated self ended up in the hospital getting stitches. That was not about to happen again.

Henry threw what was left of his bottle in the floor and stepped forward. His fist pulled back and was about to release upon Cole but Anderson stepped in the way. The large security guard's fist connecting with Henry's jaw. Cole could almost hear the sound of bone shattering. Something he could only hope had happened. Henry collapsed to the ground completely unconscious. Cole handed his guitar to Anderson, "Take this back up onto the stage and call the cops and an ambulance..... He may go to the hospital first, but at least he'll go to jail afterward." The young man chuckled before going to check on Ava.

Hearing Christian's explanation, Cole felt a little more secure. If he knew the Doc, then he had to be a teacher at Hammel. In turn, this meant that there was a high chance of Ava being a student at Hammel as well. While his mind pieced together everything, Cole answered the questions that Christian had first asked him, "Yeah, come with me." Cole said as he led them to the backstage area where he did most of his break time. As they entered the room, Cole lit another cigarette. His hands were still shaky and the adrenaline was still blasting through him.

He sat on a couch across the room from the two, but noticed he could barely see whatsoever.... He extended his arm up to a small, wool torch on the wall and released the electrical bolt he'd secreted when Henry decided he wanted to fight. The bolt was charge enough to ignite the wool and give them even more light. Taking a drag off his cigarette, Cole broke the silence, "I'm gonna need a new guitar." He chuckled lightly. "Ava, I don't think you'll have to worry about him anymore. But the cops will want to know if you wanna press charges as well......."

[Ava Anderton]

Ava glanced up at the man who seemed to be taking her out of the bathroom she then glanced at one of the bar maids she side stepped feeling slightly shaky ''C..Can.. l get some ice in a cloth ?'' she asked with a weak smile her wrist was moving from a deep red colour to a slight purple tinge the woman smiled happily and quickly rushed to get a tea towel filled with ice cubes passing it back Ava nodded in appriciation.

She glanced at the man once again she still hadnt heard his name but he looked rather familar and it was starting to bug her that she couldnt remember and the ache in her wrist was starting to get to her she fiddled with the ice filled towel letting out a small hiss of pain as she looked down at the floor she still couldnt believe what had happened she wasnt sure how she was going to explain this to her father she then heard the suited man talking down the phone to a doctor Neville .. she shook her head it couldnt possibly be the same doctor Neville that she had been seeing every year on the 23rd of Febuary for the past 3 years since her mother passed away but then again how popular was that last name.

She knew she was going to be busted and possibly kicked out of school '' Oh no ...'' she uttered as she stood up quickly looking around the place starting to feel rather dizzy '' l cant press charges if they do.. they will find out lm underage '' she blurted out feeling tears pricking her eyes '' l just wanted to listen to the cool music tonight... l hadnt planned any of this to happen '' she mumbled as she sat down in her chair her head in her un-injured hand her hair falling over her face some .

[Christian Lucas]

Finding some slight amusement in Cole's musical concern, Christian hid a small smile. He spoke gently now to the girl, whose name was apparently Ava. "It's ok. You don't have to if you don't want to. But we just want to make sure that he is punished for what he tried to do. You won't get in trouble for being here. I promise." He felt a little wrong making promises like that, since he held being honest so highly, but he didn't want to risk sending the girl over the edge. "Ava, do you go to Hammel? I'm a teacher there but I don't think I've seen you in my classes. I called Doctor Neville about this and I'm sure he can help you. But I need to know if you're a meta, and what your power is. I want to make sure you didn't do anything by accident that might have led to this." Very careful to avoid making it sound like it could have been her fault, he knew some people had powers that brought out some of the most visceral responses in others, and if she had a power like that, it could have accidentally slipped.

He'd noticed Cole's spark trick and had already deduced enough to know that the younger man had some electrical manipulation based power. He needed to ask him later though to keep quiet about Christian's power, assuming he'd seen (Or rather not seen) what the teacher did. While it wasn't exactly a secret, he didn't really have the desire to let everyone know. He'd already let the staff of the school know, and some of his students had seen it. But it was a slight power, one that he could hide rather easily without issue, and so he did.

He fiddled with his phone as he let Ava come to an answer to his questions. This wasn't his place to be doing anything. She was a student and as a teacher he felt it was his job to ensure her safety, even off campus and after hours. But this was way over his head as far as he was concerned. He'd traveled all over the world. Seen all the Great Wonders, learned all sorts of things. He was knowledgeable. But even though he had been places where this kind of thing wasn't uncommon, he was still scared, deep down, that he was going to do something horribly wrong. The fear of failure had always been strong in him, even if he hid it with a smile and a laugh.

"Cole, how long did the police say they'd take?" he asked, after Ava answered. Once the singer answered he nodded and then asked "Where is the Rolling Stones man being held?" He was a man who did best with action. He was fairly confident that he could control himself now, but he wanted to at least see the man who would do something like this. Upon finding out the drunk's location and name, he nodded and stood up. "Please keep an eye on Ava. Remember what I told you about questions and such." With that he walked towards where Henry was, a rather serious expression on his face.