"Sunshine."

A swave voice was heard from the other side of the phone. Gwen sighed. "D-duncan, a-are you busy?" a chill went down her spine. The cold and fear were nearly driving her crazy.

Duncan, far from her, looked around at his friends. Geoff and Bridgette left a while ago together, obviously going to return in a while, hair messed up, underwear lost. DJ was holding Heather's hair in some bathroom stall, Izzy and Owen were getting high and the rest were dancing or just goofing off to the hammering music. Courtney had left an hour earlier, disapproving the party for being 'greasy and disgusting'. Whatever.

"Naw." The punk replied, his lips curling to a smile as he walked out of the abandoned house where the party was so he could hear better. "What's up?"

"Can you pick me up?" she asked. "...Please." she added hushly.

He was already bored of the party, a reason to go was great at the moment. "Sure. Where are you?"

Gwen looked up to the road sign she stopped by. "Screaming Gopher avenue." she read. It actually wasn't far away from where the party was. "Please, hurry..."

Duncan furrowed a brow in confusion. What was going on..? "I'll be right there." he hung up. Duncan rushed back to the abandonded house to retrive his keys from DJ. DJ would always collect everyone's keys at the beginning of the party and only give them back if they'd prove they weren't drunk. He was always the one to be responsible.

Duncan rushed in to the bathroom. DJ and Heather were still there. DJ seemed as if he were ready to kill himself and Heather looked like she had just gone through hell. Probably got convinced to take another one of Justin's pills. Rookie mistake. Know what you're taking.

"Dude. My keys." Duncan took out a hand. DJ sighed. "You know the drill, man."

And indeed he did. He walked a straight line on the floor's tiels, put a finget on the tip of his nose and whatever else tests DJ had. Even though he had a couple of drinks earlier, he was still clear. A couple of drinks were nothing to a drinker like himself.

"Where're you going, man?" DJ asked, taking a bunch of keys out of his pocket. He already left Heather who was now washing her face, looking at her messed up hair in the mirror and frowning.

"Gwen called."

"Ohhhh." DJ gave an understanding smirk, to which Duncan didn't reply.

Heather turned their way, leaning her back on the sink. "Gwen, huh? The goth chic, right?"

"What do you care?"

"I don't." She smiled. "But, oh, I don't know, maybe Courtney will."

- In sickness and in health, this girl was a total bitch.

"Don't threaten me." Duncan shot, "She knows how it is." He said and left, hopping on to his black motorcycle.

Meanwhile, Gwen stood waiting, tears collecting in her eyes, the fear petrefying her. Never has she been in such a situation before. She always thought she'd fight back, face them, attack them or something. As if! Now that is was happening, she was afraid to even look their way.

"Hey babe," one suddenly said, forcing Gwen to know look at him. She tried to hide her tears, but anyway, it didn't matter to them. The one speaking came from one side and his accomplise from another, leaving her vert few options.

"What's a girl like you doing out here alone? Don't you know what kind of guys hang out at these kind of hours?"

The man fom behind her started laughing out loud to his friend's words, and Gwen felt as if there was no getting out now; she was done for. So, without thinking - out of instinct, she kicked the man infront of her in the crotch as hard as she could.

The man fell down in pain, as the other grabbed her waist. "You 'lil bitch!" he yelled. "Let - me - go!" She screamed, kicking and wiggling around, just when a back motorcyle stopped in front of them.

Just in time.

"Duncan!" She screeched. The furious punk got off the bike and in a second took out his trusty ol' pocket kinfe. He pushed Gwen's holder with one hand, revieling the knife with the other. Gwen took a couple of steps back, breathing heavily.

In a matter of seconds, everything got worse. The man kicked to the floor got up, ready to help his friend. It didn't matter if Duncan was the one holding the knife, two on one? That would not end well.

"Duncan, let's just go!" Gwen cried, desparate to leave. But Duncan, not being the one to back out, got closer to the men, even though it seemed as if both partied weren't completely sure what to do next.

"Duncan! Swallow your pride and lets just go!"

Duncan exhaled. In one swift motion he pushed one of the men, pinning him to the wall, the kife held to his throat. "If I ever see you again," Duncan said, his eyes going from one man to the other, "It'll be the end of you both, I promise."

He went back a few steps and grabbed Gwen's arms as he lead her to the bike. "Let's go."