Author's Note: I have been an author here at fanfiction.net for a few years now, but it has been months, perhaps even a year, since I last posted anything. What you're about to read is the very beginning of something I wrote just now, on a whim of inspiration. If there is anyone out there who likes it, I will continue. Please review and let me know if I should continue!

Ps: Does anyone remember me?

Title: Bent

Rating: PG, for now. Rating will be subject to change in later chapters.

Summary: There are many paths to destruction. This, dear reader, is the tale of but one of them. Several years after the cliffhangers have left Horizon Peter looks back at the events that lead to the group's eventual destruction and decay and decides he cannot live with things the way they are.Thus beginning the fight to bring the cliffhangers back together at pick up the pieces.but will he succeed? Will he be able to piece the members back together?

Teaser:
The days were long at Mt. Horizon, and today was no exception. The ground was dry and dusty from the lack of rain and the sun was scorching hot - the kind of weather that began whispers around campus about a pond that supposedly lay just beyond the trees. Just out of reach. But hadn't a group found the pond, (or was it more of a lake?), a few years ago? One student would ask the next, and so the question would be passed along from one group to the next, weaving into circles of friends and quick;y making its way around the campus. Until the rumour fell on the ears of the wrong person.
Peter chuckled softly to himself, grinning down at the student who had become the most recent victim of his magical appearing act.
"No, that's just a rumour, John," he told the teenager with a shake of his head.
But the truth lay at the tip of Peter's tongue, as he thought back to the group that had indeed discovered the pond. The Cliffhangers. They were undeniably his favourite group at the time, but then things had changed. Reality became too much for them.
But that was the past, a time Peter thought of often, with a tinge of sadness in his heart. A lot had changed since then, although the group seemed to live on in spirit everywhere on campus.
Ten minutes later Peter leaned against the counter in his country home as his wife, Sophie, poured him a glass of water.
"What's wrong, mountain man?" Sophie questioned with concern.
"Sometimes," Peter sighed, mustering the courage to admit what he was thinking, "sometimes I wonder what happened to them. Or what would have happened if things had gone differently."
It was a conversation the couple had often, one that had yet to have a satisfying ending.
"Oh, honey, we could never have known." Sophie took a different approach than usual in trying to console her husband. But Peter simply ran a hand through his brown hair and sighed heavily, the weight of a series of mistakes and misconceptions heavy on his tired shoulders.
"But all the signs were there, right in front of us. They were so bent, and I just wasn't good enough to fix them."