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Anyways back to the drama...

REFLECTIONS

By HeligenaGirl

Before Emily could even think up a response, the girl was right in front of her.

From behind Naomi stifled a scream; an odd gluey mixture of frustration and fear. But just as she was pulling herself up onto her feet again, four arms seemed to come out of nowhere. Two heavy limbs circled her shoulders dragging them backwards and another pair, a slightly chubbier pair clamped onto her wrists as she struggled against them.

Lashing out she tried to swing her elbow back but her arms weren't long enough. It simply hit empty air and knocked her even more off balance.

Twisted her head round, Naomi was faced with the undaunted looking faces of two unsmiling guys.

The funny thing was they seemed vaguely familiar, even in the dim light and her brain on its own initiative desperately tried to place them as she kicked out with her legs.

"Get off me, you fuckwits!"

Naomi jerked her arms to the right and the sockets burned with the effort

"Is that what Danny boy said before you stoved his head in?" One of them said angrily.

"Fuck off."

Her hands remembered holding his arm, the sensation of the hairs catching under her nails.

Not the time.

She tried to pull against their weight to see what was happening with Emily, if she could just catch a glimpse...but it was like trying to push back a brick wall; their feet seemed to be cemented onto the wooden floor tiles.

"He loved her. Wouldn't shut up about that little red headed bitch. Christ; he would have done anything to get her back."

She wasn't sure they were even talking to her anymore but she kicked backwards at his words. The stupidity of them. The shortsightedness.

It hit her then, where she'd seen them. Panda's party. She'd been high as a kite from the brownies, and wandering around in that strange responsive haze but then the house had been overrun. Danny. His mates. These two. Hundreds of them it'd seem like.

Naomi felt the fear in her stomach grow another inch.

Out of her line of sight, Emily scanned the groups of dancers for her.

"I don't want to hurt you," Emily took a step back nervously as the girl came even closer, "I don't want to hurt anyone."

Can't get angry. Her brain chanted, images of Katie slumped on the floor flooding it.

Can't get angry.

"Of course you don't." The girl's dark eyes narrowed and her tone grew even colder. "Remember to bring that up when you're standing in the sight of God."

For a second Emily stopped. She hadn't thought Danny's family might be religious. It hadn't even crossed her mind when they'd....

"Please, if you'd just listen..." It came out as a stutter; she was finding it hard to keep a track of the words coming out of her mouth against the pounding music and the swirling mosquito swarm inside her brain.

"Listen!" Danny's sister sneered at her from a few inches away, "I think we're done listening."

The girl moved with such speed Emily barely saw the arm that swung out and pushed her backwards, sending her flying against the bar. The copper guard rail slammed in her spine and a wave of white hot pain flared under the warm vapour she'd been wrapped up in since she'd popped those stupid pills.

Can't get angry, her brain responded sluggishly. You can't hurt anyone else.

There's a lot of people in here you could injure.

She wanted to argue but then the girl was right in her face; skin to skin cutting off her thoughts.

"See this?"

A flash of something silver caught the edge of her eye line. It was instinct. Emily thrust her arm out as pure fear overcame her for a second but with its clumsiness, the girl just smacked it out of the way and stared down at her, letting her know exactly how pathetic she was.

She brought the object up to within an inch of Emily's face.

And the redhead stared reluctantly into the tiny compact mirror the girl thrust onto her face.

Relief spilled through her bloodstream as she realised it wasn't a knife but then she realised with horror exactly what it was, what the girl wanted her to see.

You.

She wanted to turn her head away, rip her eyes from the cheap gilt edged frame but strong fingers with long nail gripped her chin and held it in place.

And she stared at herself. Her reflection against the oblivious throng of people a few metres away.

Her eyes, that she should know so well seemed strange and alien as she took them in. Rimmed with red, she could see that her pupils wide and unfocused, shot through with something.

She'd only seen one pair like it that she could remember and the memory of him made her want to vomit.

"You know what this is?"

A tone of sadistic pleasure ran through the girl's words, worming through their seams. And Emily had to keep reciting the mantra in her head just to keep from losing all the control she'd clawed back over the last few hours. It was so close. It'd be so easy...

But she didn't want to give it back; over the last few hours it'd finally felt as if she'd found something that would take her back to normality.

And Naomi, her eyes had begged her for a sign that she'd understood, that she knew which way to get back.

Can't get angry. Can't get angry.

Katie's bruised face flickered in front of her, superimposed on the girl's and the red-head could feel the burning sensation of acid close to the skin though, the temptation to just let go.

Can't get angry.

"This is the face of a murderer. Say hello; you two should really get to know each other."

A hand pushed the back of her head closer to the glass until her breath clouded it a little.

Emily felt as if she really was going to vomit but found for some awful reason, she just couldn't look away. Every time she turned her head away, the hand dragged her chin back to the horrible image. Her sallow skin, the dark bags underneath her eyes.

Struggling against the girl's weight, Emily finally used the acid in her muscles and pushed her back an inch.

"Where's Naomi?"

Bitter laughter flicked back at her.

"Such compassion for your little accomplice." The girl didn't even draw her hard eyes away, they pinned Emily down. "She's keeping my friends company."

Emily's stomach plunged at the words.

The girl's brown hair swayed as she shook her head sourly. "Pity your compassion didn't extend to my brother's life."

She remembered him lying there, eyes open, bunched up between the car seats.

Bullish guilt mixed with the gas inside her.

You can't get angry.

Emily watched the girl's face swim in front of her, as her eyes started to burn with the low light and the swirling miasma in her head. She felt as if she was floating off the ground.

She was with it enough not to ask where Katie was though. From the blazing confidence on the face in front of her, it seemed like the girl didn't even know the other twin was with them and she wasn't going to give up that advantage.

Small favours, right.

Forcing herself to focus, Emily pushed the girl back again.

"I want to see Naomi," she said as forcefully as her voice would allow.

"Oh do you."

Emily shoved her again, breathing silently when the mirror dropped from the girl's hand and cracked on the floor beneath them.

"Why would I care what you want?" The girl, who stood about the same height as Emily stepped closer and Emily felt her hot breath on her mouth for the second time. The urge to wipe it off was overwhelming but she didn't dare move for fear of giving away her nerves.

"I want to see her now."

Truth was; She expected laughter. Or maybe a slap but nothing came.

Emily watched keenly as a strange look stole over the girl's face, making her seem older for a moment.

"Well, I guess since you asked so nicely. How can I refuse a lady?"

Huh?

The girl turned to yell out across the throbbing music, "Deano, Robbo..."

The names punctured the redheads memory, seeming to be linked in some inexplicable way to the haze that was circling her brain. Then she saw them, two of Danny's team-mates that had pushed their way into Panda's house with the rest of his oiled up clan of friends.

She should have known his sister wouldn't have started something when it was just her.

Stupid, Emily. Stupid. She cursed herself.

The anger bubbled a little. Stay calm, something whispered.

Her winding thoughts seemed to be endless but in reality it'd only been a few seconds since she'd seen them. Since they'd pulled a livid blonde with them, keeping a tight grip on the pressure points at the shoulder joint and manhandled her around the edges of the dance floor, passing people with a rueful smile.

Her heart leapt when she saw Naomi; a half smile lighting up her face. She couldn't help it, but then Emily noticed Naomi's harsh breathing and the blinking pain in her eyes that she was obviously trying to conceal.

"What have you done to her?"

"It's not what I've done...it's what I'm going to do." Said the girl simply.

She licked her lips, "Most people don't get to see the people they love in pain; guess it must be your lucky day."

Can't get angry. The voice was fading as she stared at the scene.

Strolling across the small space by the bar that wasn't blocked up with thirsty people, Danny's sister grabbed a lone shot glass off the bar and grinning smacked it nonchalantly against the bulkhead of the rail.

She turned, "You know what I like about clubs; they search your bag but they also know how to look after people who can improvise."

The glass shattered easily in her hand. She let the pieces fall, except for one single jagged portion which she held up so that Emily's wide horrified eyes could see it glinting with neon.

"Uh, you might want to memorise your friend's pretty little face. "

Danny's sister turned from Emily then.

Naomi began thrashing around in her flesh restraints, her face reddening as she fought against them with every ounce of energy in her, channelling the pain in her ankle and the injustice of the whole situation into some kind of movement.

But she couldn't get free.

She watched fearfully as the girl came over, her hand shaking just a little as the piece of glass shone under the disco ball.

Glancing over at Emily, she was the only one in that moment who saw the redheads resolve snap.

A/N: Review and Susan Boyle will sing a duet with you...