:D this is the fourth installment of the All-American Girl series! I hope you like it.
Alright. So, the song from the epilogue of The Royal Treatment was Your Guardian Angel by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I love that song. So much. Ah.
And this is The Hybrid Saints. :) If, at the end of the movie, you don't understand the name, I'll explain it. But, well, if I explain it now, it'll give this part away. So, yes.
And now, the prologue of The Hybrid Saints! :D
Back door cracked
We don't need a key
We get in for free
No VIP sleaze
Drink that Kool-Aid
Follow my lead
Now you're one of us
You're coming with me
It's time to kill the lights
And shut the DJ down
(This place about to)
Tonight we're taking over
No one's getting out
This place about to blow-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Blow-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
...Now what?
We're taking control
We get what we want
We do what you don't
Dirt and glitter cover the floor
We're pretty and sick
We're young and we're bored
It's time to lose your mind
And let the crazy out
(This place about to)
Tonight we're taking names
'Cause we don't mess around
I just couldn't grasp this, any of it. My mind couldn't comprehend just what was happening as I clutched the two precious items in my hand. One was something I never thought I would need to hold, and the other was something I never wanted to.
I had to go back there, back to the place full of people who hate me, people who love me, and people who really don't know me. And right now, I wanted nothing more than to just go back home!
But I couldn't do that either. There was no going back home until I had him with me, and he wasn't with me.
I was desperate at this point. Now, I had to do something I never wanted to do. Never thought I would have to.
Yet, here I was...packing my bags and grabbing the necessary money to get myself there.
I knew he wouldn't die. There was no question about that. But, seeing him...all the torture they were gonna put him through...I didn't know what would happen. I would probably break down when I found him anyways, feeling absolutely terrible about it.
And how would I find him? I couldn't ask for help from my parents, because that's not who they wanted me to go to.
I had a lot of things to figure out on this plane ride, and I was gonna have to figure them out alone.
"Not alone," that distinctive, gorgeous Southern accented voice rang out, causing tears to fill my eyes. "This is my mess too, Ari. This wouldn't have happened if I had never come along. I'm not blaming myself, not completely, but I'm taking partial responsibility. You can't do this alone. You're a mess. Take me with you. Just you and me."
And I couldn't argue. I didn't have the willpower to do so. Instead, I just nodded, hid the objects away in the duffel bag full of clothes that I had packed up, and finished zipping it up.
"Come on," I whispered, my voice sounding weaker than I ever remember hearing it. "We've got some shit to blow up."
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