Trystan DuGrey sat in his seat, smiling. Cameron Phlod had finally left him alone, after he admitted he'd do anything to get Rory. The guy was starting to freak him out. Trystan shivered, knowing no one was watching. Trystan DuGrey scared of a homeless punk? Wouldn't the school gossip have fun with that? Trystan squared his shoulders, and placed his usual smile on his face.
Paris saw him, and hurried by. "Paris, wait!" Paris stopped, fingering a black pendant around her neck. Trystan shuddered. "Why did you hire him? Skye told me you hired him. Why?" Trystan blinked. "Who? Cameron? No, he was just curious about my love life. I told him I had every girl after me, but Rory. He laughed and said I'd find a way to win her." Paris smirked. "Sure. Threatening everyone she loves is how to win her heart. She's the perfect image of innocence. Be ready for me to come and pick up the shards of your life after you've blown it apart."
Trystan pulled her close to him. She slapped him, and he smiled, rubbing his cheek. "Why don't you admit you'd fly to the moon for a kiss?" Paris replied, "Why don't you get over yourself, DuGrey?" Trystan sighed, Paris knew something about Cameron. Wait. Skye? Not THAT Skye!
Rory sat in the lunch cafeteria, away from the rest of the class. Kat was coming tomorrow, since she'd seen 'her.' All these hes' and shes' were getting on Rory's nerves. She wasn't made out of glass. Why were they being so careful? Jess wouldn't even let her ride the bus alone. So he always missed first period. But Rory really didn't mind, since he usually got her into her favorite subject: what was intriguing about what she read? She smiled, Jess was a good friend, even if her mother and Dean refused to see it. She sighed.
"Hey, Mary." Rory rolled her eyes. "Not you. Not now." Trystan's voice answered, "Yes me, yes now. We need to talk. Apparently a..friend of mine has been mistaken about something I said to him." Rory nearly slapped him then and there, but knew the gossip mouths wouldn't stop turning if she did. "Fine." Her voice was even, by great effort. "We'll 'talk' as you call it. But don't expect me to go into a closet and make out with you." Trystan laughed. "Is your image of me so narrow?" He studied her face, and nodded. "Of course it is. You've seen nothing else of me." Rory sighed.
He looked up. "Skye?" he whispered. Rory smirked. Of course, another girl. She'd slip from his mind. He glared at her. "Don't move, Rory. You don't know what a mistake I made at camp." Rory shuddered. Who would scare Trystan at camp? Enough that he left her alone.
A rough hand grasped her arm just above the elbow. "Come with me, Ms. Gilmore. We have a LOT to discuss." Rory looked up, and gasped. "Dean?" The man smiled. "Looks can be deceiving." Rory listened to his voice. No, it was deeper than Dean's. Rory blanched. That meant..this guy could easily make it look like it was just Dean having a talk with his girl.
Suddenly Rory realized that all the warnings were right: she was in WAY over her head. The man smiled. "Come on, your highness. We have important things to talk about."
Trystan looked over his shoulder to make sure Rory was still there. Dean—no, taller than Dean, but certainly convincing was carefully 'helping' Rory out of her seat. He stroked the back of her neck, and she went limp. Trystan's jaw clenched.
He turned around to curse Skye, but she smirked, holding a gun that was pressed against Paris' forehead. "We all know you really care for Rory, but you wouldn't let your dear friend's brains be spread across the cafeteria floor, would you?" Trystan wanted to smack her, but knew her gun would fire the second he moved towards her. "Oh, poor little Trystan, he doesn't have any idea what he started."
Still holding Paris by the neck, she waved the gun, indicating all those in the cafeteria. "Neither does anyone here at Chilton. What a shame the cafeteria's guarded by Cameron and your good buddies from Basic." Trystan looked at her, loathing evident in his eyes. If he'd known going to basic training would have meant bringing this to his closest friends and girls, he would have run. Although he was a lot stronger now, and thought quicker, he didn't want this to be the price.
Trystan's voice was as even as Rory's was, through pressure. "One question: why?" Skye had the gun back against Paris' temple as she threw her head back and cackled. "Oh come on, brat. If I told you that, you'd kill yourself so we wouldn't win. The only one who could save you now would be Stacey, and I know she's on the false lead we sent her on in Iraq."
Click. Skye instantly turned Paris around, using Paris as a shield for her body. A girl in black leather was somehow crouched upside down, a gun trained on Trystan. "Oh, Skye, I'm going by Kat now."
A/N: A note for clarification, if you have no clue where I'm going, although you should. SOMETHING at basic training made SOMEONE see Trystan as valuable. So they're using Rory as prey, thus the title of the fic. I'll leave you to puzzle it out. And no, even if you email me for me to spoil the story, I can't. Even I don't know what's all going to happen yet.