Hybrid Theory: A [Linkin Park] Spinoff.

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[Brad's point of view.]
Is Jordana seriously dead? Did I seriously get my neck handed to me by a sixteen year old girl? My mind swims as I pull myself into a pitiful attempt at a forced crouch.
I can feel Rob's arm around my waist.
"Hey. Take it slow. You just got equalized."
I groan,"What happened?
All I remember is hearing my sister's voice coming out of Eren's mouth and then I blacked out."
"Well... you did get pretty steamed about your sister's death. And you said a few things about Eren that cut her pretty deeply."
I slowly stand up,"Where is she?"
"In her bunk talking to Alex on Phoenix's laptop. Why?"
"I have to apologize. I didn't mean to scare her."

[Eren's point of view.]
I sigh, tears in my eyes,"Aleksi, what should I do? I can't sleep because of the voices. I can't close my eyes because if i do, I could kill someone and not even mean to do it."
He looks thoughtfully for a moment,"You say that when you were in the hospital, that you had a dream about your father, right?"
I nod,"Yes. But I was on morphine for my head."
"And then when you took a pain pill because you hit your head a second time, you fell asleep, and then you could hear your father's voice?"
"Yes. I could also hear Brad's sister, Jordana."
"Is she dead?"
"Yes. She died because of a bomb."
"And the ghost of Brad's sister told you how to calm Brad down?"
"Yes. And I'm in major pain now."
Brad knocks on the open door,"Eren? Are you busy?"
I quickly reach over and pull the curtain closed.
"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I lost my self control. I didn't mean to."
I pull the curtain away from the head of my bunk,"I'm the one who should be sorry. I almost killed us bo- AGH!!!! THE PAIN!!!!"
He runs over and whips the curtain away,"Are you alright?"
I accidentally knock Phoenix's laptop to the floor as I try to ball up under the multiple blankets scattered among my bunk,"Go. Let me be. I need space."
He lays his hand on my forehead,"Oh my God! You're burning up!!!"
I shake violently," Brad. In my bag. There's a bottle of pills. Take one out and put it in my mouth. Please."
He struggles to work the zipper on my duffle bag,"It won't open."
"Pull to the left and then down."
"Okay. It's open."
I struggle to stay awake,"Please. Hurry up."
He shakes a pill out into the palm of his hand," Here. Open up."
I manage to open my mouth.
Brad places the tablet on my tongue,"Here."
I barely manage to swallow it, "Thanks."
Oh God. This one is going to hit hard. It's going to hit fast. I quickly slip into the now familiar realm of blurred lines and sharp edges.