I'm going to scream. I copy/paste my fics but then all this code comes up that I have to erase and ugh

I'm p sure they're all ooc but hey, a fic's a fic

violence&violation mention (does not go into detail)

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Odin/Ava
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Odin cracked his eyes open and sighed.

His neighbor was blasting dubstep. Again.

He sighed, rolled over and thought for a moment if it was worth getting out of bed at - he looked at his clock - 3:12 a.m

It probably was if he planned on sleeping tonight.

He got out of bed, throwing on a clean smelling pair of clothes and walked to the next door down. Someone at the very end of the hallway poked their head out and shot him a questioning look. He raised his hand and nodded, 'I've got it' the message said and the person ducked back into the room.

Odin knocked on the door and waited.

Nothing.

He tried again and again but no answer. He turned the knob and found it open, the music filling the hallway. He quickly jumped inside and closed the door behind him.

The layout was the same as Odin's, just backwards. He was in the living room, the stereo system blaring from the surround sound hung on the walls. He turned down the music and knocked on the wall so as not to scare the inhabitant. "Hello?"

At least he could hear himself think now. He turned down the music more so that it was like white noise.

"H-hello?" He tried again.

"Who's there?!" Came the groggy, frightened reply.

"It's y-your neighbor, Odin." He replied.

From the bedroom came a small girl, eyes darkened with smeared mascara. Her eyes were puffy and red and she - she wielded a butter knife.

"I'm not g-going to h-h-hurt you. Just put the kn-knife down alright?" At least it wasn't some cleaver. He wasn't frightened of her, but he didn't want anything to get out of hand either.

"What're - you doing h-here," she was crying just recently too, he thought. She hiccupped and her breath hitched, though it seemed like she was quickly getting it under control.

"The r-residents are complaining about the loud m-music… I came h-here… to see i-if you were alright." Odin stood with his hands by his sides where she could see them.

She sniffed, "I'm fine, I'll keep it down from - now on."

Odin hesitated, "…are you sure you're all right?" It was obvious that something bad had happened.

She gave a small smile and a chuckle, "No, how can I be when I just got back from the worst party my friend has dragged me to?"

"…party?" Keep her talking. The more she talks, the better she'll feel.

"My friend, Maggie. She drags me to all her parties, even though I don't want to go. This one… The guys got too drunk and went too far."

Odin's heart squeezed at the thought of guys violating this small girl, "But-t you left right? Before it g-got out of hand?"

She nodded and took a breath. Her hiccups had stopped. "Why am I telling you this?" She said, "Sorry, you're probably tired of me already. Everyone else in the complex is apparently."

"N-no! No, it's okay, really. I d-d-don't mind… being a soundboard." He offered her to sit, even though it was her home. He grabbed a blanket from the floor and wrapped around her. All the while, the girl watched him with suspicious eyes. She softened when he sat on the other side of the coffee table, it meant she had time to bolt if he made a grab for her. The stereo system was too bulky to get over.

"S-so, Maggie took you to a party where th-the guys… violated… you?" He said gently.

She nodded slowly and started softly, "Yeah, and when I told her I wanted to leave, she just… She disappeared into the crowd of kids. She didn't come back until she saw the guys… Then she pulled me out of that place." The girl shivered at the thought. While she talked, Odin took in the room and the girl, short, long red hair, wearing red and black pajamas. The room was the standard color for the complex, an ugly tan that had faded to and even uglier yellowish color. The carpet was soft and the furniture sunk in where the girl sat. Very soft.

Odin sighed as she finished the short tale, at least her friend hadn't intentionally left her to the wolves. Though the girl had to have known that something like this would have happened. "Next t-time your friend comes to get you for a party, y-you can… come hide in my place if that might help."

Odin offered this girl, this small girl that had broken into tears because of some stupid drunk frat guys, a more secure place to stay. "If y-you don't want to, you d-don't have to. I'm not going to f-force you."

The girl stared at him for a moment, "Ava."

"Pardon?"

"Ava, that's my name."

"Odin," he smiled.

"Well Odin," Ava gave a weak smile, "I'd be glad to take you up on the offer, but I don't have a clue when any of these parties are, and she only gives me a five minute warning. It's just enough for me to smear on some mascara and grab my shoes before I'm launched to an unfamiliar house."

"And just enough time to w-walk to my ap-partment," Odin smiled, trying to give of a reassuring look and probably failing. "I l-live just next door." Ava nodded, he took that as a yes. "So why dubstep?"

She stared for a second, caught of guard. She shrugged, "It doesn't have any lyrics and they're never really sad. And the beat's pretty good."

Odin nodded, listening to the music in question. "Well, we wouldn't want-t you getting… kicked out b-because of complaints w-would we?" Ava gave his a questioning look. "Well, the p-people were complaining about how loud-d it was, so I thought m-maybe you could borrow a-a pair… Of my headphones uh-until you can get your own."

Ava shook her head. All of this from a stranger that came to tell her to turn down the music. It was strange and a bit scary to be frank.

"I… Thanks," she said.

"I'll be right b-b-back," and he was, handing her a pair of duct taped skull candy headphones. "They're worn in, so if you break them, don't worry about it."

"…thanks again Odin. This is all a bit weird but… I appreciate it." Ava stood up and pulled the iPod from the stereo, drowning the room with silence. There was a ringing in Odin's ears.

"It's no problem. J-just… I don't know h-how to say this without s-sounding weird… Just t-try to not be afraid around m-me alright? I'm not g-going to hurt you." Odin felt more awkward than before.

Ava smiled, "You're right, that did sound weird."

"I guess I'm just gonna go then," Odin dusted his pants -even though there was nothing to dust. But his clammy palms weren't helping things.

"Goodnight Odin," Ava nodded.

"Goodnight Ava."

Just before he shut the door he heard her mutter, "I hope so."