Danger Zone (Tony Perry) [EDITING]

Those stupid gut feelings are right

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MC's protagonist (or enemy, if you prefer)

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-Tony's POV-

I felt something icy hit my face. I instantly realized that Vic had got the super soakers out of the boot and was currently squirting me with them. I lunged at him, knocking the super soaker away from him. "Tony! My ribs!!" Vic screeched. I got off him and helped him up. "Sorry man. I forgot. Thats what you get got soaking me though." He laughed and fingered his gauze gingerly. He winked at me and I gently punched his arm. He feigned pain and hit me back. "Hey! Apple Man didn't hurt your shoulder!" I accused, running to the kitchen. "Oh, hey, Jaime left to go and get breakfast." Vic noted from the bathroom. I wondered where Cara was. She was probably with Jaime getting breakfast. But... why wouldn't she wake me up? Was something going on? I shook my head and went to go wake Mikey up with Sheepcat. I found Sheepcat on the shelf where he always was. I picked him up, and with him came a note. I opened it up and found Cara's messy and loopy writing on the paper. It read:

Tony, Vic, Jaime, Mike,

I've loved you guys since you were a side band at warped, and you guys have helped me through so much. I know I'm a lot to handle, and I know you don't mind, but I hate being a bother. I love you guys way too much to put you in danger, and if that means leaving you guys so Apple won't hurt you, then I'm going to leave you. I'd let them scalp me before I'd watch them hurt you. Don't think too much about it. Just forget about me? It'll be like I was never here. I wasn't ever a burden.

~Cara-mari

My hands shook as I read her note. I missed her already. Cara-mari was my nickname for her, because I like Calamari and her name worked with it. No, I wasn't being cute. It was nickname genius. Like Darth Vader and how it actually meant "dark father" in German. What's up with you Tony? This hasn't happened to you since Erin. I shook my head to try and get rid of those memories. They were useless. My head was swimming with my thoughts. Cara and Erin invaded my mind all at once. Cara's handwriting swirled in my eyes and her loopy y's became dots as my brain told me to go to sleep. I restrained from the orders but soon my mind won the battle. I felt a familiar calm wash over me and then black.

-Cara's POV-

I sat at the diner drinking an ew flat, coke. Because of my own set of social rules, I couldn't bring myself to ask for a new drink. It wasn't okay to bother them with your worries. I kept one eye on the door and one on the sketchy guy next to me. He had on a black coat like Bryan. Ever since I left the boys I felt constantly unsafe. I also couldn't stop thinking about Tony. He was probably reading it as I sat here with my now irrelevant, and still disgusting, coke. Did I make a bad decision? Should I have stayed? I felt something in my gut. It told me to go back. I couldn't, though. I shook it off and upped my guard on the man. I felt another, but this one only said Tony. I dismissed my stupid gut and focused on the many license plates on the diner walls. Some from Wisconsin, a bunch from Texas, and some weird Vegas ones. One of the Vegas ones had Elvis on them in his infamous, and hideous, glacier suit. I checked twitter. Not a good idea since I only follow the members of PTV, SWS, BMTH, ADTR, YMAS, FVK, and OM&M. I hadn't checked the boys of PTV's feeds in forever. As I scrolled down I saw the tweet "Watching Cara work soundboard! How awesome is she!" with a picture of me working the soundboard. How sweet of Tony. I kept scrolling through and saw more pictures like that with similar captions and a few from the other guys. I checked Vic's twitter last but when I did I almost dropped my phone. A new one that read "Hey guys, we can't play Louisville 2nite, Tony's been out cold for about 2 hours" stared back at me, I shook my head and brought a shaky hand to my mouth. Shit. Tony. Tony. no no no. I got up and set down a 5 to cover the coke and a tip. I had to get to Tony. But how? I was 10 miles away and I can't get there in 5 minutes! I thought a bit and speed-walked through sporadic pedestrians and bikers. God I hate bikers. They come zooming past you with no warning and their little zing-y bells and- No, Cara, think of Tony. Tony. Tony Tony Tony Tony Tony Tony Tony Tony Tony Tony. I swore to keep thinking it until it sounded like word soup in my mind.

-Tony's POV-

I was swimming in the depths of a green lake. I didn't need to breathe. It was a weird feeling. I saw Cara and Vic and Mike and Jaime at the surface. Cara looked distracted. I wonder what made her so distracted. Vic was worried sick; his sleeves were up. He only let his scars show if he was too focused on something. Now what was he worried about? Jaime looked really sad and his hair was messier than he usually tried and he was pacing like a madman. Mike was trying to comfort Vic, but by the look of it, Vic wasn't listening. I wanted to comfort him and to ask Cara what she was doing. I tried to swim up to them, but I couldn't move. I felt restrained and locked down. I thought really hard on Cara and felt the restraints loosen a bit. I lost the thought of her for the briefest moment and sank further down into the lake. I tried again but I couldn't focus on her long enough. Every time I tried to think of her I went up a bit but then down twice as much as when I went up. It wasn't good, but I wanted to help Cara and Vic and ask Jaime why he was feeling sad. I was okay. I wasn't dead. I was with them, I was just looking at them from a weird view. Just a weird view thats all.

-Vic's POV-

I paced back and forth in the waiting room. Tony fainted and hadn't woken up. This hadn't happened since our first Warped Tour, and Erin screwed it all up.

I kept thinking about the fans and how we should play anyway, but that wouldn't work saying as how Tony was part of PTV. We weren't PTV without Tony. We needed him, but right now he needed us. It was Tony or the band, and our choice was obvious. The fans would understand. wouldn't they? We could just reschedule the venue. It wouldn't be that hard. Just a simple tweet. You can do this, Victor. Being torn between the band and our fans was incredibly nerve wracking. I wanted to play the set, but I knew the fans would be disappointed not to see Tony. But they'd also be disappointed to not see us at all. Everyone would be disappointed in me anyway.

I rolled up my sleeves to help cool me down, I was overheating myself by all this worrying, goddamit. It wasn't good for me. Suddenly, I felt Mike's hand on my shoulder, but I didn't bother to acknowledge him. He knew I knew he was there, no acknowledgement needed. My head told me to go and play the set, but my heart told me Tony. I always went with my heart. "Hey guys, we can't play Louisville 2nite, Tony's been out cold for about 2 hours." Just press tweet, Vic. I bit my lip, debated my choices once more and pressed the button. I fumbled with my phone for a bit, bouncing my knee with regret, but the doctor calling "Family of Tony Perry?" made me sit up straighter, Mike look up, and Jaime stop pacing.