Okay! Just a little heads-up, italics means it's not... reality...

And a HUGE WARNING: This chapter has some pretty dark parts near the start. Just warning you, just skip the italics if you don't want to see implements of rape and suicide. I know how serious both subjects are. I'm not very fond of either but... I felt it fitted here. Read the title.

That doesn't justify it...

I know that, but how do I? How do people justify smut?

People are into that.

Yeah, and some are interested in this. Besides, it's not too bad. I'll try tone it down if it's mentioned later on.

Whatever...

You're a pessimist, you know that?

Disclaimer: If I owned Victorious, Trina Vega would've been a bit more than the talentless and self-centred bitch we all know. But given that she is only that (and occasionally a good sister), I guess I don't own Victorious.

-Defining Insanity-

Tori was tied to a small wooden chair.

She was blindfolded and she was terrified. She couldn't remember how she'd ended up she knew was that she was terrified.

"Please, is someone there?" she pleaded, tears running down her face. "Please, I'm begging you, please! Let me go! I'll do whatever you want!"

She gulped as her plea was answered by a small laugh.

"Don't worry, cheekbones," a young, male voice said cheekily, as if this was all some game. "I won't do anything. I just thought I'd answer a few of my friend's prayers, y'know?"

"I-I... don't u-understand..." Tori muttered shakily.

"Well, you see, it goes like this," the voice sounded as if the owner was right in front of her now. "You are, undeniably, one hot piece of ass, and some guys, who see you on the street, notice shit like that. I don't, I'm not a fucking rapist or shit like that, so yeah, but I owe them favours. And guess what they asked for? C'mon, baby girl, guess."

Tori didn't answer. She couldn't, she was afraid she knew what it was.

"Not gonna answer? Ah, well, I'll tell you anyway. Hehe, see, the thing is," the stranger continued. "... they asked for you-"

"No," Tori whimpered.

"-and I said I'd deliver-"

"No, no, no, I want to go home," Tori raised her voice.

"-and I don't want to owe them anymore. That is where you come in."

"No, no, no, no, please, no! NO!" Tori was struggling hard now, continuing to kick and scream.

"She''s all yours, boys! Just try not to rough her up, eh? I bet this'll be her first time."

Tori continued to plead, to scream, as she felt a pair of hands grab her arms, another untie her and another haul her out of the chair.

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Andre looked down.

He stood atop an enormous skyscraper, a beast of a building, and was standing at the edge of the roof. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have even stepped foot on the roof of a building even half the size of the one beneath his feet, but these were anything but normal.

It wasn't normal to have a guy pointing a gun at your head.

"Look, man," Andre said. "I don't know you, and I don't think I want if you let me go, I will pay you as much money as you as-"

"I don't want your fucking money, man!" the guy pressed the gun against the back of Andre's head. "I just wanna see you jump."

"An-and if I don't?" Andre immediately regretted asking. He didn't want to know the answer.

"I'll put a fucking bullet through your skull," the guy said, a touch of humour in his tone. "And push you off. I will admit, despite how much I wanna see you jump, I wouldn't mind shooting you. I win either way. I doubt your skilled enough to disarm me and avoid me pushing you off."

Andre had to agree with that.

"Uh, I-I, w-what do I...?" Andre couldn't think straight. He was right. Either way. He died.

Died... What did that guy say?

Better to die than be killed...

Andre stood still for a few seconds before he realised how true that statement was.

He glanced at the phsyco who was holding a firearm at his head.

The guy looked young, definitely a teenager, with dark, messy hair and bright green eyes that seemed to gleam with a mad joy. He gave Andre a toothy grin. "Well?"

Andre just looked at him before...

He jumped.

He heard a few gunshots and, judging from the pain in his shin, guessed the kid had shot at him despite his choice to jump.

"You've got guts, man," the kid whispered, watching Andre plummet. "I'll be sure to note that down somewhere."

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Beck awoke from a dream, sitting up quickly. He looked around his RV, feeling a pair of eyes on him, trying to find out what this piercing feeling was. After a few minutes silence, he came to the conclusion that it must have been him still recovering from his nightmare and got back under the covers, Jade snuggling into his side. He quickly tried to recall what he'd been dreaming about, but not a single image came to mind. Oh well, he thought, it's just a dream. He nuzzled Jade's hair.

It was kind of a common occurrence between the two to sleep around together (in that way), especially when they were alone in his RV, and, after they got back together, it happened a lot more often. It didn't leave a lot of time to do what normal couples did, but neither of them were complaining, and they were never a normal couple to begin with.

Beck glanced at the alarm clock beside his bed. It was only quarter-past five in the afternoon. He would have to wake Jade up. They had to be at Tori's place soon to work on some group project. He'd know what it was, but he and Jade had been making out in the back of the classroom when the teacher had been explaining.

"Babe," he whispered, kissing her forehead lightly. "Wake up. We have to go to Tori's."

Jade groaned, turning over. "Five more minutes."

Beck raised an eyebrow. He would've argued that they should get up now, but before he could get a word out, she was already snoring. He kissed her hair affectionately, a small smile on his lips.

"Fine," he said.

He wrapped his arms around her, preparing to lie for a little longer before waking her again, when a voice caught his attention.

"You know, for a fucked up pair of kids, you're pretty cute together."

Beck quickly sat up, eyes darting around before landing on a young man with dark hair, tan skin and green eyes. He was sitting on the arm of his couch, chin in his hand as he watched him with a thoughtful look on his face. Beck was bewildered. Who the hell was this kid? He looked about Beck's age, but where did he come from? When did he get here? How did he get in here?

"Who-" he started, confusion, fear and anger making residence in his tone, but he was interrupted.

"The fuck am I?" the kid finished. "Doesn't matter. Who's the lucky girl?" he asked, confusing Beck even more. Who the hell was this guy, thinking he could sneak in and have a normal conversation with him like there was nothing wrong? "I will say this now, I'm not sure which of you two I should be more jealous of. I mean, you're hot, man, you're freaking ripped," he gestured towards Beck. "But, she ain't too lacking either... in the, uh, chest area." He was pointing at Jade now.

It took a second or two for Beck to register what he'd just said, but when it did, he jumped out of the bed, grabbed a pair of Jade's scissors and threw them at the kid. The kid ducked just in time, the scissors hitting the wall before clattering to the floor. Beck lunged at him. Whoever this guy was, Beck needed to subdue him before he could do something else.

But he wasn't there anymore.

"She's so pretty."

Beck spun on the spot, his heart skipping a beat at the sight in front of him.

The kid was kneeling on the bed, right beside Jade's head. The scissors Beck had thrown were in his left hand, snipping lightly at the space around her throat. His right hand was stroking her hair. Beck's nails dug into his palms as he clenched his fists tight.

"Calm down, calm down," the kid said, raising his eyebrows at Beck, noticing his sudden tension. "I'm not going to hurt her. Luckily for you, I find your girlfriend interesting. And the last thing I want is to wake her up. She looks beautiful, peaceful."

"That doesn't mean I appreciate you touching my girlfirend." Beck seethed.

The kid gave him an elevator look. "I'm loving the view, by the way."

Beck ignored this, too caught up in the fact that some freak had snuck into his home and was now touching Jade right in front of him to care. And he couldn't do anything. He didn't believe the kid's remark about not hurting her. He didn't know this guy. He couldn't trust him.

"Get. Your hands. Off of her," he muttered through gritted teeth. He would keep his cool. Only while Jade was asleep. He wasn't surprised that she hadn't woken up. She was a heavy sleeper, but if she woke up, she might startle him. And if those scissors slipped while pointed at her throat...

Beck gulped, not wanting to finish that thought. He focused on what the guy was saying instead.

"Don't worry, It's not like I'm a fucking rapist or something like that. The interest I have for her goes beyond that of sexual fucking lust. I won't do anything." As if to reinforce this point, he tossed the scissors away, the pair landing at Beck's feet. Beck was even more confused. What the fuck was going on? Things were happening too fast for him to comprehend.

"What... what do you want?" Beck asked slowly. Just because this guy wasn't holding the scissors, that didn't mean Beck felt safe enough to do anything else. He was still hanging over Jade.

"Meh, just thought I should introduce myself." he shrugged. "I've been in the area for a while and something told me to meet you and Miss Assets over here. It's a shame she's sleeping. She seems pretty cool."

"Who... are you, exactly?" Beck asked. He had to distract him. He'd seen it in countless movies. While he was talking, Beck would grab the scissors at his feet, wrestle this guy to the floor, wake up Jade and get her to call the cops. If that didn't work, Beck wasn't sure what he'd do, but he knew he had to subdue the guy.

"Latore," the kid said, sending him a smirk. "Travyl Latore of Arendelle."

"Arendelle?" Beck blanched. He didn't take the answer seriously of course, but that didn't stop him from feeling like this guy was moronic enough to believe he came from a movie. "That place from that kids film? What was it? Freezing, or something?"

Travyl looked irked. "Frozen," he muttered. "Besides, I was kidding, just checking that you were listening, you seem distracted."

"I'm not," Beck raised his hands. "I swear."

"Oh, I know," Travyl gave him a small nod. "You will do something. I'm just glad I'm fast."

Beck was about to question what that meant, but Travyl interrupted him.

"I just thought I should warn you."

This caught Beck by surprise. "Wait, what?"

"Stay away from Robbie Shapiro," he continued as if he hadn't heard Beck and was now inspecting Jade's face with curiosity etched on his features. "For your own fucking sake."

"What? Who do you think you are? Robbie's my friend, you can't tell me to stay away from him! Especially not with his sister's death!"

Travyl shot him a look. "Oh, you fucking square. Just listen, okay? I'm trying to save your ass, you prick."

"Oh, yeah? Then why the fuck did you sneak in here?"

"I didn't want to be seen, ok?"

"What kind of answer is that?"

"Just! Shut the fuck up, okay?" Travyl had a hardness in his tone that Beck took as a warning. "Shut the fuck... up."

Beck just stood there. It wasn't as if he had been doing anything else, so he just went with his previous idea. He'd just have to wait for the appropriate time to surprise him.

"Have you shut up now?" Travyl looked very annoyed now. "Can I finish talking now? Let me finish and I'll be outta your freaking pretty boy here."

Beck blinked. "Yeah, sure okay."

Travyl rolled his eyes. "Okay, look, I will admit, I don't like any of your friends," he stressed. "But I guess I'm a bit of a fanboy of your lady," he stroked Jade's hair lightly, being careful not to disturb her rest. Beck tried to ignore this. "And I don't want to see innocents suffer. Not unless it's by my doing, anyway."

"Oh... kay?"

"Cool," Travyl nodded. "I guess I should go now, y'know? At least, before you throw those scissors at me."

Beck had already grabbed the pair of scissors and by the time Travyl had finished speaking, Beck had launched them in Travyl's direction, leaping at the same spot.

But he wasn't there.

Beck landed on the bed beside Jade, right where the little punk had been. He didn't understand. He'd been right there. He shook his head in confusion, his shaggy hair flying about. Jade groaned, rolling over to look at him.

"Babe," she muttered, eyes still closed. "Be quiet... I'm still half asleep."

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Yeah, really, I apologise if you found the start disturbing but... that's Travyl.

He's disturbing.

Shout-out to Sofia13 and CabbieFluffQueen for reviewing and CutesyBunny for PMing me.

If you were expecting Cabbie moments, my apologies, but I'll be sure to have a few in the next chapters.

How I'll develop their relationship properly is beyond me.

Also, I've made him interested in Jade because, pairings aside, she's my favorite character. And I think his character could have fun with a Badass like her.

Hope you liked. :)

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