Warren had finally fallen into a fitful sleep. Magenta sat watching him moan and turn over several times, sometimes he begged in a dream. Begged for things to stop, to leave. Begged harder for his loved ones to come back. Plead against the invisible monsters that plagued is dreams to leave his family alone. More than once he called for his parents. More than once he begged forgiveness.

Magenta bit her lip, unsure what to do. One, she should wake him up before he set his bed on fire. Two, She didn't know how the normally strong, proud, and secretive Warren Peace would react to her having seen his braking point. As if to solve her problem Warren bolted awake, trembling and sweating. Red, red wings arced out of his back and he pulled them close, hugging his knees and rocking back and forth.

Magenta's eyes widened. So many marks. So much pain.

"W-Warren?" She squeaked.

He didn't even seem to hear her, didn't look up as she took human shape and sat in front of him. "Are you okay?"

"…Saw all that?"

"Yeah." Magenta put a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright. Do you want to talk about it?"

Warren shook his head standing. "Come on I'll walk you home." He made his wings disappear and pulled a shirt on.

Magenta sighed and fallowed him out the door. He woke Jason up to tell him where he was going before leading her out the back door, locking it behind them.

"Warren, if there's something going on you can tell us, you know that right?"

Warren looked at her, his eyes so very tiered, so very sad. "There are something's in this world you just don't want to know about."

O.O

"Hang on Warren, Will's coming. It'll be okay." Magenta whispered franticly watching the shadows should the attackers come back. Warren didn't respond, his head lay limp in her lap, eyes closed, and body bloody. Magenta cursed her self again. Warren had told her to hide. He had pushed her out of sight before the men caught sight of her. She hadn't been touched. But she had seen.

Seen him whipped with chains.

Seen him beaten like an animal.

Seen him raped.

Seen him take it all in silence.

She'd been frozen where she hid. Even as they left and Warren finally let out a moan as he sunk to his knees crumpling to he ground. How long had she just been able to stare at the broken body as his ragged, pained, gasping breaths filled her ears. She didn't allow her self to cry. Not even as Will came and scoped him up. Cradling him like a child. Magenta clinging to Wills back as he flew as fast as he dared to his house. Not even as Layla broke down, holding the now cool hand, as Josie tried to stabilize him in her living room. Not even as Warren screamed as his bones where reset. Not even as Warren had been rushed up to the school clinic for intensive care. Not even as the heart monitor flat lined for a minute straight. Not even as the faculty all rushed into the little room. Not even after they'd hooked the Watcher up to him and seen that it had happened all before…

Yes it's short but it leads to the next chapter rather nicely!