•°•Hera's Perspective•°•

"Wow, you're really lucky your ass was saved because I totally wouldn't have alerted the doctors if-"

"LILAC!" Amanda and I shouted at our blonde friend as she was giving Little Monster a "pep" talk as he'd still be in the hospital for a few more days after the Hato incident.

"Well how stupid do you have to be to get infected with something that nasty and not even suspect it?!" She defended herself.

I stood up. "I gotta go.. I have to get some tests done, soon… You know.." I looked over at Lilac.

"Uh… Yeah!" She nodded, remembering what she and I had overhead the other day about the.. Beast in my body.

"Bye," Little Monster said while Amanda smiled and waved. Lilac just.. Nodded.

As I stepped out into the hallway, I bumped into.. Him. And by him I mean either Shortstop/Jack. Although his real name was "Jacques Swanson" according to Little Monster. So anyways he had blonde hair that went to his shoulders, a silvery construction worker's hat, a black choker, a royal blue v-neck with longer sleeves, black denim pants, black uggboots, a gun holster and untrusting royal blue eyes..

"I-I'm sorry!" I said shyly as I blushed.

"Watch where you're going, moron." He growled as he glared directly at me.

"S-So are you here to see-" I tried to change the subject.. Until he cut me off.

"I was.. But now I need to talk to you." The tone he used just spelt trouble.

"Okay… What Did you want to talk abou- EEP!" I squealed as he roughly grabbed onto the front of my shirt and shoved me up against the wall, pinning me there and hurting my shoulders. I blushed violently. "W-What are you doing?!"

He leaned in close to me. "Keep your damn voice down."

I let out a whimper and troubled. "Why do you need to talk to me like this?" I asked more quietly.

"Stay away from my friends and I." The blonde growled.

"Y-You stay away!"

He shoved me harder into the wall.

"You're some kind of witch, aren't you? Little Monster told me everything after his operation."

"A-A witch?! I'm not a witch!" I cried.

"Stay away!" He repeated. With a look in his eyes this time. A look that I can only describe as scary. All the adjectives in the world, and I choose scary. Yep. "I don't need some dangerous freak around stirring up trouble with my friends."

I cringed as he let go of me and stalked off angrily. I trembled, unsure of what to do.

•°•Lilac's Perspective•°•

"..I kinda feel like going home." I said to Amanda, still in Idiot Grill (Little Monster)'s room.

"Why, Lilac?" She asked me with concern.

I just shrugged. "I guess I just wanna see Ma Pere." 'Ma Pere" being French for "My father". I know French. My family is French, and I was originally born in Paris.. Buuut that was just bad timing, I guess.. My dads (Yes, two dads, homosexual couple here) never lived in France. ..So I guess their surrogate went on vacation or somethin'.. I think that's what my dads said, I wasn't really paying attention then. We did live in Canada for awhile, though. In around fourth grade my dads and I moved to Angeles Bay. I remember being a new student to the Elementary School in early Spring and getting Amanda Cherrystone assigned as my buddy to show me around. And she was good at it, too. The two of us became friends fast. It wasn't until a week or two later that I really got to know Hera, which is weird because she and Amanda were really good friends.

Oh, and one of my dads thought it would be a genius idea to make my middle name "Florida". Lilac Florida Fyals.

Anyways…

"Um, Lilac?" Amanda started.

"Hmm?"
"..You were staring off into space for a really long time there.." The Idiot Grill finished.

"Shut yo face," I stood up. "I'm prettier than you." I said to him as I turned and stepped out of the room.

"I'm a guy!" He called after.
Haha not like I care.
..So I'd really like to be a Paramedic. Hopefully the Caduceus paramedics will have better uniforms by then. Seriously. I don't even want to go into detail about them now.
I've heard about this chick called Maria Torres who's supposed to be this really kick-ass EMT on the other side of the country from me.

I want to meet her.

I also want to drive an ambulance again but I'm fairly sure that won't ever happen again…Unless I get a special license or something in the future to drive one.

So anyways I stepped outside of Caduceus and pulled my iPod out of out of my purse as soon as I was away from the building and started listening to it a few blocks down the side walk. The song was Alejandro by Lady Gaga because I like that song and I don't give a damn what you say, I'm sexier than you.
I hummed to the tune a little and mostly just stared at the ground as I walked.

I kicked a few rocks and pinecones that were on the sidewalk and mostly just walked by scuffing my feet along and not really lifting them up. The last thing I kicked was a cheap, plastic waterbottle with the wrapper torn off and rocks, dirt, and dandelions mixed in with the water, turning it into a nasty brown color. What's wrong with people these days?

Actually.. That's something I would do, too. I gotta keep that in mind. I opened up the Sticky Note app on my Ipod so I could make a note to do that with the next bottle water I buy, while still kicking the bottle on the ground as I walked, when I suddenly looked up and something caught my attention.

…Some guy laying face down in his lawn.

Last time I checked, a guy laying face down in his lawn wasn't exactly a good thing. I took my earbuds out and put my iPod away.
First rule of CPR, look around for any hidden danger.
…YEP EVERYTHING CHECKED OUT OKAY.
So I ran over to this guy. He looked about seventeen, had white hair, was really tall and what stood out about him the most was that he had a blinfold. Uh.. KAY THEN.

"Excuse me? My name is Lilac Fyals and I'm CPR certified!" I shouted to him. "..Dude?" I shook his shoulder. No response. I sighed and rolled him over on his back as a unit. I leaned down next to his chest to listen for a heartbeat. His heart was beating, alright. I just couldn't hear him breathe. I pulled my head up and looked to see if his chest and rising and falling. It wasn't. "Dammit.." I tilted his chin back and pinched his nose, and made a seal over his mouth with my own and started giving him rescue breaths.
In the middle of the second breath, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and saw that the guy was shooting his hand out towards me. And a little bit too close to my chest. ..Kay.

I scooted back. "Welcome back, dude."

"..Thanks." He smirked sitting up. Wow, he had a really deep voice… And how the hell is he stable already?
"..You can go now." He told me.

"Uh, no." I said. "I kinda don't wanna get charged with Abandonment. Speaking of which, I probably should have called 911 a long time ago.. I took my Sidekick out and dialed.

He kinda just looked away the whole time I was on the phone. Actually, I could tell. Blindfold and all.
"EMS will be here shortly," I told him as I hung up the phone. After being instructed by the operator, obviously. I'm not stupid.

After awhile of staring at this guy I couldn't take it anymore. "..Do I know you?" I finally asked him.

He grinned. "I'm Jerome Martin, younger brother of Martin."
...Oh.
Dr. Martin was a chick with ebony hair and skin as white as snow. She was a general surgeon at Caduceus (she was also in Forensics).

"..What the hell is up with that blindfold, kid?" Seriously.

"..Oh, that. I'm kind of rather.. Almost virtually blind."

Seems legit.
II could hear the sirens of an ambulance and as I could see it driving up next to us I picked my crap up. "Welp, bye, Jerome. Hope you don't die." And with that, I left.

•°•Shortstop's Perspective•°•

Why should I waste my time with stupid trifles like telling you about myself? Doesn't the little witch take up most of the spotlight anyways? What do you need me to talk for? Amanda doesn't get a whole lot of attention so why not- Nevermind, you're probably too stupid to understand what I'm trying to say anyways. Carry on.

"...Your seventeen-year-old brother just learned where shit came from last week?" Little Monster asked me, bewildered. My idiot brother, Reginald (But he hates that, so he goes by Reggie), who was the manager at the local Burger King, had, I shit you not, (no pun intended) just learned where shit came from last week.

"That's what I just said." I rolled my eyes.

"Damn.. So you and your mom are the only two in your intermediate family with Crohn's?"

"We would be if she were still alive.." I growled. My mother was named Aimee K. Swanson. She had ebony, curly hair, fair skin, and big, beautiful royal blue eyes. She died when I was six.
..No, I refuse to tell you why or how.

"Ahh.. Right. Sorry." He put his hand behind his head. "I didn't mean to sound.. Y'know.. Insensitive."

"...Whatever." I growled as I headed out and rudely left my friend without another word. I kept my arms down by my sides as I walked..

Until a certain despicable Candy Striper bumped into me, that is..

"Watch where you're going, you walking candy cane!" I hissed.

"I-I was told by Nurse Thompson to check on Little Monster!" She squealed, bending her arms and holding them infront of her face to defend herself as I tackled her. She shrieked as I roughly forced my arms under her to keep her down, already ontop of her from when I tackled her.

"Stop it, stop it! Shortstop, you're hurting me!" She wailed as she squirmed underneath me.

I held my ground. "No!"

"A-AHH!"

I raised a fist high above my head, about to bring it crashing down on her when I heard.. Devious laughing.

Oh god..

It can't be that devious laughing..

Not..

Madevery's?

Not the ghost I was all too familiar with..
Fuck..

After that, everything went black.

•°•Hera's Perspective•°•

I remember everything going black and not remembering how... I also remember waking up to a surprise after that.. Not sure if I should be disgusted or otherwise when I was curled up next to Shortstop... In a cage. He was still asleep and dare I say he looked adorable.. What am I thinking?! He just tried to beat me up. I touched and winced at one of the bruises on my shoulder from when he had shoved me into the wall earlier today.

Back to more important matters..

I shot up and began shaking the bars on the cage. "HEY WHO PUT THIS UP HERE I WANNA GET OUT!" When did we get in a dungeon..?

I gasped quietly as I felt a hand grip my shoulder roughly.. And begin to squeeze it... Where the bruise was. "A-AAAH Shortstop stop it, stop it you already gave me a bruise there it hurts!" I probably shouldn't of been so loud or I wouldn't of woken him up..

"YOU...! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!" He grabbed me and pulled me so close to his face that our noses were touching.

I blushed violently. "No, no I don't!"

"Because of YOU Madevery is going to kill us or torture us to death!"

…
He knows, Madevery, too?

"HOW IS IT MY FAULT WE GOT HERE?!" I screamed in his face. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
He obviously didn't like how I screamed in his face because he lunged at me next.

I ran to the far side of the cage and tried climbing up the side. "HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME!" I cried out as he sprung after me and grabbed onto my waist, weighing me down. "HEEEEEEELP! HE'S HURTING ME AND BEING TOO ROUGH!"

"SHUT UP!" He pulled me off the side and pinned me down on the ground, with a hand holding down each of my wrists and his knees on my thighs.

I blushed violently. "GET OFF GET OFF!" He didn't listen, infact, he was closing in and about to bite my neck.. NO NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY THAT'S DISGUSTING HE'S NASTY.

"MADEVERY! MADEVERY HELP ME!"

Somehow, to my luck, woman appeared before us. "..That's enough Jacques." She smirked.
"..Relative or not, I'm the one that tortures around here."

..Relative? Torture? WHAAAAAAT?!"

"Y-YOU'RE RELATED TO HER WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME FIVE MINUTES AGO SHE'S SO NICE WHY WOULD SHE TORTURE-"

Madevery snapped her fingers as a roll of aqua duct tape wrapped its tape around my mouth.

Shortstop climbed off of me and glared at Madevery through the bars. "You Sadistic Witch..! I'll never be like you!" He reached through the bars at her, and yet she looked unintimidated and out of reach.

"..You're torturing Hera, aren't you?" The brunette woman smirked. "I'll tell you now that she's my marionette and no one else's."

H-Her marionette..? But she was so nice to me the last time I saw her..

"..I may have been beating her up but I wasn't using dirty Ghost Tricks!" He hissed.

The duct tape vanished off my lips as I could speak again. "I wanna go home.." I whimpered.

"I'm afraid you won't be anytime soon.." Madevery cooed. "..Now go to sleep. Tomorrow will be much worse." And with that, she walked off.

"COME BACK HERE MADEVERY!" Shortstop yelled. "I'LL KILL YOU!"

I curled up on the floor. "...If you're related to her do you have magic powers, too?" I said quietly.

"MADEVERY YOU BITCH-" He turned and looked at me. "..What the hell did you just ask me?"

"..I asked if you have powers, too, you're related to her."

"..You don't know anything, do you? Of course I don't. If you didn't know already, the Dream Realm, where we are right now, bends according to the user's imagination, and Madevery has more power than any visitor or citizen here and that's only because she's taken a spot as queen."

"..So we can just.. Wish the cage away?" I asked.

"Do you really think Madevery's that stupid? She probably put some kind of block on the inside of the cage just to prevent that from happening."

"...I'm scared."

"I don't give a damn." He growled and sat on the ground on the far side of the cage.

"...When you die are you gonna be king?"

"Hell. No." He rolled over, his back to me. "Just because I'm related to her doesn't make me any different from anyone else. Nor does it change who I am."

"..What's she going to do to us tomorrow?"

"You don't want to know. Shut up and go to sleep."

"A-Alright.." I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep in a dream within a dream.