Chapter 4
Bebe Stevens
It was at a party she threw when he saved her. Bebe always threw the best parties and there was plenty of booze flowing that night seeing as her parents were gone for the weekend. Teenagers were dancing, playing beer pong, socializing, eating, hooking up. Doing just about whatever they damn well pleased and living in the moment. This was the way Bebe liked her parties to go. Her and her friends acting as if they didn't have a single care in the world. It made her so happy, especially when they could all relax after they finished the stressful weeks leading up to finals. Life was perfect at this moment.
Well, until she let someone else get her a drink. She knew that was a party goer's #1 rule: NEVER let someone else get you a drink or leave yours unsupervised. But she was having too much fun and was tipsy quite a bit. It was a boy that graduated last year, she thinks. He handed her the drink with a barely there smirk. He was smug, too smug for Bebe's liking. But, she downed her cup anyways in five seconds flat.
Everything after that was a big, huge blur.
Bebe remembered Wendy asking if she was okay and seeing a few worried looks from her friends but she waved them off. She remembered catching Kenny McCormick's eyes from across the room as she stumbled to the stairs. She grinned and gave him a thumbs up before the finger bang. A person had wrapped his arm around her waist and led her up the stairs and she hazily remembered it was the guy who got her a drink. She remembers being dragged into her bedroom and dropped on her bed where she stared at the swirling ceiling, the guy just out of site.
Then he began pulling at her shirt. Bebe mustered up just enough energy to struggle as much as her drug-induced body could. She tried hitting him and pushing him away, but her only held her tiny wrists with one hand and continued to undo her shirt with the other. Bebe was quietly crying now and tried to kick her legs but he held them still with his own. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed someone would help her.
And they were answered.
A deep, menacing voice spoke from out of Bebe's eye range. "If you know what's good for you, you'll get your fucking hands off of her!" The words were growled in what could only be interpreted as unabated fury. The guy seemed at a momentary loss by what he was seeing but he soon scrambled to stand back up and ran for the door only to be caught by...Mysterion? She blearily turns her head enough to see what's going on. Mysterion has the guy up against the door and is saying something so quietly that Bebe can't make out the words, but the other guy looks about ready to piss himself. Mysterion drops him to the floor and he runs out of the room like the devil himself is on his tail.
Mysterion turns and approaches Bebe as she laid still on her bed. He crouches next to her and carefully rebuttons and fixes her clothes for her to give her some modesty. He smiles at her gently. "You okay?" All Bebe can manage is a sluggish nod. "Go to sleep, I'll make sure no one comes in for you." His smile is so genuine that Bebe gives another sluggish nod and manages to turn onto her side. She feels her covers being pulled up and smiles as she slowly falls asleep.
In the morning, as she wakes up with a killer hangover, she smiles again as she catches a glimpse of a cape and a giant M disappearing out her window.
