"Common Gwenny, tell us what's eating ya?"

"It's nothin' Rhys, just a bit to much to drink..."

"Don't gimme that Gwen, I'm your bloody boyfriend! What is it that you can't even tell me?"

She smiled and leaned against him, sipping the liquor from the plastic cup, the music pounding in her ears. Saturday night, of course Rhys had asked her out. He didn't particularly like to go out drinking, but Gwen did, so he asked to make her happy. Half the time, Gwen said no, let's stay at home, just to make him happy. He was so good to her, she always felt like she should do better.

"You want to go home love?"

"Not yet. Go get us another will you?"

Her big lovely hubby smiled at her and took her empty cup, swaying his way through the crowd. Gwen made up her mind.

She was going to forget about that thing she saw last week and never think of it again. It was a bloody irregular thing and those where never good.

That's when she saw him. He was standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, coat hanging down to his ankles, the raving, drunken mass floating around him, like he was invisible and he was looking straight at her with that same little smile he'd had in the rain.

Her heart skipped a beat, or two, or three, and she bolted.

She pressed herself out between the sweaty bodies and ran down the street. She couldn't risk running to Rhys, who knows what they'd do to him, so she ran all she could.

At the end of the street there was an old warehouse, she had played there countless of times as a child. It was no trouble finding the loose board in the fence, even if she had to struggle a bit more to get in now then when she'd been in first grade.

She ran across the yard and jumped in through the broken window, like she always did. She crouched down and peeked out at the shadows playing over the pavement she had just crossed.

Her heart was pounding, more then it should after running just one block, and she had to dig her fingernails into her palm to control her own breathing.

Just as she figured she'd lost them, the board in the fence moved, and figures started to move through it.

Gwen hunched down, prepared to sneak out one of all the alternative exits, when a voice cracked through the dark.

"It's you..."

She spun around, pressing up against the wall. They had made madrases and stuffed furniture here, and a lot of it was still laying around. It was easy to move around without making a single noise.

It was the tall girl, the one with the curly hair and slightly frail voice, like it was made from glass. She stood there, like a ghost, pale with big black eyes and stared at her.

"It's you...!"

"What? Do you know me?"

"Your the one..."

"The what?"

"The one..."

There was a chill again, like she was drowning in cold water, and the tall girl stepped closer.

"I see you, in my dreams. I see your face every time I use it..."

The girl was insane. That much made sense. Never get involved in irregulars, that's the way to get by. Nutters, the whole lot.

"You'r the one...!"

"Look! I don't know what you'r talking about! Just leave me alone!"

She made a move, tried to slide away, but then the slim girl suddenly pulled something out from her coat, pointing it at her. Even in the dark, Gwen could see it was a gun.

"You'r the one that's going to replace me."

"What?"

"I'm the special one, the one with the most precious, the most amazing gift, and you, YOU, will replace me! Well, I won't let you!"

"I don't want to replace you! I don't even know what you mean! Please! Just leave me alone!"

Gwen pressed up against the cold, hard wall behind her. This was unbelievable. She should never have looked, just see what good it did her! Why did she have to be so damn curious?

"No, I won't let you go. You have to disappear."

The tall girl took aim, straighten her arm and squared her jaw.

"Su, put that down."

The two women snapped up, looking around in the dark.

He wasn't hard to spot, really. This was the third time Gwen saw him and even now she realised that he was one of those people that walked into a room and then he became all that mattered in it. He was like a sun, pulling everyone into his gravity.

"Suzie, you don't want to do this, put the gun down."

"No Jack! Not this time! I won't let her replace me!"

The boy in the coat smiled, but it was a bit sad and he stepped forward, into one of the patches of light that came through the boarded windows.

"Nobody could ever replace you, Su. Nobody."

"No! None of your sweet talk! Not now! Back off Jack, just bloody back off!"

"Suzie, please..."

"NO!"

The bang echoed through the warehouse, and for a moment Gwen thought it had hit her. Then the boy hit the floor and she realised that the tall girl had just shot him.

Her ears where still ringing when the girl turned back.

"No... Please...!"

"I'll say you did it. I'll say you did it and nobody will ever know. You won't get me! You won't take my place!"

"I DON'T WANT TO TAKE YOUR PLACE! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Go to hell...!"

Gwen felt her pull the trigger. She heard the clicks in the gun. She could taste the gunpowder.

She exploded.

[AN; Hate, flames, bashing! Anything! Just bloody comment please!]