Chapter Two: Broken and Broken

Gaz had met Iggins—he rarely went by his first name because it "wasn't cool"—when they had shared a math class together freshman year. Gaz had wanted a new game and he had wanted a new tutor. They had both benefited from Gaz teaching Iggins, in her mind simple, mathematical equations and the like.

Then he had asked her out on a date to bloaties.

Gaz wasn't one to talk to others. She hated her brother and she had accepted that her father didn't love her despite all her attempts to change both facts. She was even less of a person to show emotional attachment to.

Yet she had said yes. Gaz had told herself it was because she wanted free greasy pizza, but in the end the night had been the best of her life. She had never opened up to someone before and Iggins had willingly taken her abuse in order to gain her affection.

She had been touched and had agreed to go on a second date. Then a third. Then a fourth. Then a fifth. There had been so many that she had lost track of them all. There were countless pictures of them on Iggins social media accounts—Gaz had neither the desire or need to make any herself—and on the inside of her bedroom door.

Though she was gruff and rough with the poor gamer, Gaz grew to truly care for Iggins. Proms, homecomings, and summer vacations became pleasant experiences for her. They spent four long years of high school growing closer and closer to one another.

And now they were here, about to have sex in the back of Iggins car.

"California girls, we're unforgettable! Daisy dukes, bikini's on top!"

Iggins froze.

"Who's that?" Gaz asked, half curious, half worried. That wasn't a ring tone she was familiar with, yet the way Iggins had frozen made it seem that it was definitely one she wasn't supposed to know.

"N-no one babe," he replied, half terrified as he tried to find his phone out of the mess of clothes on the floor of his car. The song continued to play until it finally stopped and went to voicemail.

"Iggggggggy!" A very feminine voice whined as Gaz's eyes narrowed to slits.

"Gaz I can expla-"

"I need you Iggggy!" The voice was unmistakably feminine and though Gaz was glaring pure death onto Iggins at the moment, her insides were all but destroyed. It was as if a bomb had gone off where her—admittedly dark—heart had once been.

"I don't know where you are, but I'm waiting to finish where we left off yesterday. I had better not be sore for less than a day this time!"

Iggins looked like he was going to die.

Gaz looked like she was going to kill him.

Iggins ran.

The purple haired girl watched her boyfriend—was it ex-boyfriend now?—bolt out of the car and run butt-naked through central park. Ignoring the unbelievable pain in her chest, Gaz did what she had always done when faced with conflicting interests.

She went into rage-mode.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She roared as she jumped into the front seat and turned the car's engine on. Iggins hadn't even made it a good thirty feet before she was hot on his tail in his own car.

"Oh shi-"

A tree exploded as Gaz blasted through it's trunk, narrowly missing Iggins as he dove to the ground. The car tore back around in a rough U-turn that left another tree in ruins before she floored it towards what had once been the world to her.

"Gaz stop!" Iggins cried out in terror as he dove away from the out of control car, though it was no longer alluring to her now. It was just pain.

So much pain.

"DIE!" She roared again and kicked the driver's door open as she missed Iggins by a hair again. The door whacked him square in the chest and the boy flew backwards and landed with a painful thud and a sickening crack.

She had definitely broken something, but Iggins was not ready to die just yet and thus continued to try and flee the area. Gaz solved this by running over his legs with his car, something that hurt far more than he had ever expected it to.

"AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!" Iggins shrieked as both of his legs snapped like twigs under the unbelievable weight of his car's tires. Before he had even recovered, Gaz had spun around and was advancing towards him again, only this time she was driving right for his head.

"GAZ NO!"

She didn't stop.

"PLEASE!"

She sped up.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

Iggins thought he would at least hear his death in the form of a pop and an even greater level of pain; however, he instead just heard tires squealing and dirt flying everywhere. Looking up in shock, he found himself staring at a very bloody blackball tire less than a foot from his nose.

Gaz hopped out a few seconds later fully clothed. She eyed the naked, bleeding, broken boy before her with extreme disgust and disdain—though pain was barely present as well.

"How many?"

"Wha-"

Gaz stomped down hard on Iggins hand, breaking numerous digits and knuckles with a single steel tipped boot. The boy wailed in pain as his girlfriend—was she an ex-girlfriend now?— crouched down close enough to kiss him.

"I hate you," her voice was dead.

"I spent four years with you," she continued, "I loved you...you were my world..." she glared at him, though the emotional pain she was in was starting to show rather than the anger.

"Gaz, I swear-"

"Goodbye Ray."

With that, she turned around and walked off, effectively severing herself from a relationship that now meant nothing to her. Before she left, however, she lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

"You might want to run," She called out as she took another drag.

"I ca...I can't walk!"

"Sucks," Gaz commented before throwing the cigarette into the car. The seats soon began to smoke before catching fire. "I'd guess you have a minute or two..."

Iggins watched in horror as his car began to smoke and heat up with flames as Gaz finally left. He couldn't walk! How was he going to-

Gaz was just about halfway out of the park when the car exploded. The detonation shook the trees and the fireball went up high enough that the darkness momentarily switched into day. She stopped and smiled cruelly before continuing on home.

While walking home, Gaz felt the pain come in and her body trembled heavily as she realized she was alone again. Her father and brother were too wrapped up in work to care about her at all and now Iggins had shown himself to be a royal pile of crap as well. It wasn't fair...but it was her fate.

She didn't stop the tears from falling—something she normally would have done—but as they fell, Gaz made a mental promise to herself to never fall in love with someone ever again.

Gaz got home about an hour past her "curfew"; though she considered it more of a recommendation since no one lived at the membrane home other than her. Dib was off at college and her father's idea of being home for his only daughter was a floating computer screen that rarely played new recordings.

In short, Gaz didn't care.

"Gaz? You're home late."

She froze.

"Dib?" Gaz demanded as she walked in the front door only to see her brother and a bunch of his friends in the living room. "What are you doing home?"

"It's the weekend!" Dib flailed his arms dramatically and she immediately could tell he was drunk. "I wanted to spend some time with you!"

Gaz frowned painfully, Dib only wanted to be around her when he was intoxicated, he was too scared of her when he was sober. How sad.

"Then why are your friends here?"

"Who?" Dib looked around and seemed to notice the other men in the room for the first time. "Guys! When did you all get here!?"

Gaz ignored her drunken brother and his friends and made her way to her room.

At least until she saw him.

He was thin and lightly built, his black hair sharp and gelled, and he had soft red eyes. His clothes spoke of an arrogant but fashion-ignorant persona. Red battered chucks, well-worn black jeans, and a faded red jacket over a graphic gray shirt.

Gaz felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Hey," Dib's friend slurred as he eyed her briefly—more calculating than flirtatious—as he downed another gulp of whatever the group had been drinking.

"Hi."

Gaz was once again a doomer. A destroyer of lives. A merciless beast of the night.

She didn't have feelings anymore. She couldn't.

Dib interrupted before the moment could continue.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!" Dib roared drunkenly—Gaz winced at that mental image—and tried to swing at the black haired boy. Instead, he knocked out another one of his friends and the entire group—the black hair boy included—ended up in a drunken brawl.

Gaz did not hesitate to flee to her room.

She was way too emotional to be interested in someone again.

Right?