A/N: Please read It's Never Easy, Is It? By Howl Of A Werewolf before this.

"Hold him down!" One of the Altruists demanded as he held Carly at knifepoint, intent on killing her in front of Johnny as the other two forced Johnny to his knees.

"Let her go, you sick son of a bitch!" Johnny yells, seeing how Carly was trying to keep from screaming in pure terror. Carly and Johnny had been soundly sleeping until the three Altruists stormed in and dragged them off the bed, holding Johnny at gunpoint.

"You two attacked us earlier…" The Altruist that had Carly pinned against the wall yells, slicing Carly's hand. He had not been expecting Carly to turn enraged.

Carly snapped, wrestled the knife away from him and stabbed the Altruist right in the throat, causing him to choke on his own blood as he fell to the floor. Carly immediately kicked one of the two that forced Johnny onto the ground, grabbed the shotgun and aimed it at them as they backed away, Johnny standing up.

"You come back here again, you'll end up like your friend did!" Carly says, pumping the shotgun but before she could shoot, the two cannibals dragged their dead friend out of there.

"Carly? It's okay now, they're gone." Johnny says, gently taking the shotgun from her and setting it down before grabbing a medkit and patching up Carly's injured hand.

Carly was trying to stay calm… but it wasn't working...

"You're Carly, right?" Pinkie asks after walking into the caravan, her gun in the waistband of her jeans in case Carly pulled a weapon on her. She also expected someone a bit older from the way Johnny talked about Carly but could tell that Carly was 18.

"Yeah… I'm not going to hurt you. I only strike back in self defense." Carly says as she shook off the disturbing memory, noticing Pinkie's nervousness. "I'm… sorry about what Johnny did to you. He doesn't take too kindly to people breaking into the campground." She says, Pinkie knowing what Carly meant by that.

Pinkie also noticed a small scar on the side of Carly's right hand.

"What happened there?" Pinkie asks.

"Altruists barged in here once, one held me at knifepoint and… I grabbed his knife after he slashed my hand and jammed the knife right in his throat." Carly says.

"Johnny wasn't kidding when he said you're not as merciful." Pinkie says, trying to shake off the disturbing image of the cult that Trevor occasionally did business with attacking Carly but couldn't. Pinkie was also thinking she would be better off still in the city and living with Lazlow.

"Yeah but then again, neither are those cannibalistic creeps in the Chiliad mountains." Carly says. Not wanting to scare Pinkie, Carly held back why the Altruists stormed into the Lost MC campground that night.

"I'm… I'm gonna get going. See ya around, Carly. And try not to take Trevor's attitude the wrong way, he does care about you." Pinkie says before leaving.

"Trevor cares about the girl I used to be back in Ludendorff… now about who I've turned into." Carly mutters once she was sure Pinkie couldn't hear her. She really hoped that Pinkie never pisses Trevor off to the point where he'd betray her but Carly also got the feeling that Trevor saw Pinkie as a 'replacement Carly'.

Carly looked up and saw Johnny walk in, Johnny and Carly kissing.

"I swear, I wasn't trying to harm her. All I saw was two people breaking into the caravan and…" Johnny says.

"Grabbed the nearest thing, which was the nail gun, killed Pete and shot Pinkie's hand with it." Carly says.

At the same time, Pinkie walked into Trevor's caravan and Trevor looked up at her.

"You really need to treat Carly better!" Pinkie says before Trevor could even say "Hello.".

"I need to treat her better?! She's being a traitorous little bitch, associating herself with bikers!" Trevor yells after standing up suddenly, banging his fist against the table.

"She needed someone who accepted that she had grown up, that she's not the same girl she was! And you know why she's not that same girl?! You said it yourself, she saw you run off in Ludendorff after Brad got shot, she saw him get shot!" Pinkie yells, startling Trevor. "You hate that Johnny cares about Carly, that he'll never hurt her! You just want that little girl back so badly that you're trying to replace her with me! You know what?! You can forget it, I'd rather be back in the damn city with Lazlow!" She yells before storming out.

Trevor completely lost it then and flipped the table over, screaming in rage before he grabbed a nearby baseball bat and began trashing his caravan, cracking the picture frame that held the one of him and Carly when Carly was 5 years old.

Trevor dropped the bat and picked the picture up, looking at it.

"Why can't you be how you were then, Carly Jade?" Trevor asks in a low tone. Sighing, he let the picture fall to the floor, walked into his room and sat down, stretching out on his bed and closing his eyes.

Trevor eventually settled into sleep, not caring right now about what he just did.