Collision // FP Jones

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Third Person Perspective

Joaquin skipped stairs hastily as the Serpents gathered at the bottom of the stairs leading up to FP's office. Joaquin burst through the door, looking around the room. Alexandra lay on the floor, surrounded by her own blood and an empty Jack Daniels bottle by her head. FP lay on the couch; skin pale, lips chapped, and head hanging low.

"FP! Wake up man." Joaquin shook him. But it didn't work.

"SOMEONE GET ME WATER!" Joaquin screamed, moving to check on Alexandra. A kid, not even a senior yet. Sweetpea. A tall glass full of water hand, sloshing everywhere as he ran up the stairs.

"Throw it on FP!" Joaquin shouted, Sweetpea nodding, pouring the ice cold water on FP. FP's face regained color as he shot up, ready to knock someones head.

"FP I know you're pissed, but right now, we need to worry about Alex." Joaquin spoke stern, keeping himself from freaking out.

"What happened?" He stood, not knowing what to do.

"I don't know. Someone was up here though." Joaquin pointed to the window that FP never opens. Sweetpea stood there, wanting to help.

"We need to get her to the hospital." Sweetpea spoke up.

"And tell then what?" FP snapped.

"She was rollerskating around the bar, she tripped and fell on her head." He said quickly, scooping Alexandra into his arms. Her blood soaked hair hung over his arm. He skipped stairs down and out of the pub, walking up to his truck. He set her in the backseat, pulling the keys out of his pocket. FP grabbed them, telling Sweetpea to stay.

Sweetpea hesitated but nodded, walking back into the pub. Joaquin got in the passenger seat, FP peeled out of the parking lot and speeding into the Northside. He stuck to roads he knew wouldn't be covered as he sped to the hospital. He parked in two parking spots as he stopped quickly.

Turning off the ignition he got out, picking up Alexandra. He followed Joaquin as they ran to the Emergency Room entrance. Joaquin pushed the doors open for FP, FP shouting for help.

Nurses rushed over, grabbing a gurney and having FP lay Alexandra down.

"What happened Sir?" FP was too focused on how paler Alexandra's skin was and how the dark bags under her eyes looked worse than ever.

"She was rollerskating and slipped, hitting her head." Joaquin answered, making FP go to the waiting room.

"Please wait in the waiting room Sir." One of the nurses spoke as Joaquin tried to follow. He nodded sadly, turning and walking to the waiting room. He looked around and saw that FP was gone. He ran outside and saw the tire mark of where Sweetpea's truck used to be horribly parked. He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he walked back into the waiting room.

FP's Perspective

I drove back to the Wyrm, looking for something, anything, that could lead me to who did this. I walked up to my office, seeing all the blood. I sighed, grabbing a bucket and walking downstairs. I got on gloves and filled the bucket with hot water and dish soap. I grabbed a sponge and walked back to my office. I soaked the sponge and started cleaning the blood. I was there for 15 minutes before Sweetpea, Fangs and Toni walked upstairs.

"FP?" Toni asked softly.

"Yeah?" I closed my eyes, leaning against the couch.

"We have something you might want to see." Fangs spoke up. I rubbed the dried booze from my beard and got up, following the teenagers down stairs to the storage behind the wall of the bar. That was where a vintage security system sat, dust covering the multiple historically old monitors. On the monitors were different locations in the bar.

The screen holding a clear, color, shot of the stairs up to my office caught my eye. Sweetpea sat down on the surprisingly clean rolling chair and started to mess with the settings in the monitor I was examining. I saw it quickly remind, my body wincing slightly as I saw the footage of me carrying Alexandra.

"There." Fangs quickly patted Sweetpea's shoulder.

"The footage shows Wesley entering your office, looking super shady. Weird thing is, he never walks out." Toni spoke up, Sweetpea pressing play and the footage starting to roll. And there he was. Sneaking past the Serpents, the dark pub's shadows engulfed him. I stood up straight and walked out of the pub. Sweetpea followed me, asking where I was going.

"Sunnyside." I grunted, pulling my leathers on and tossing him his truck keys. Toni and Fangs ran out, pulling on their jackets and handing Sweetpea his.

"No Serpent stands alone, new blood or not. Alexandra is one of us." Fangs spoke up.

"Then lets get outta here." Sweetpea drove as I rode shot gun.

"What's the plan FP?" Fangs asked, leaning forward from the backseat.

"We strip that fiend of his skins."

"And the tattoo?"

"We burn it." I looked back and saw the kids were ready. A burning passion lit their eyes, Sweetpea edged the truck farther past the speed limit.

"In unity there is strength." Toni spoke up, shoving her closed fist over the middle console. Fangs fist rolled in next to her, pinky pushed up against her pointer finger. Sweetpea's right hand retracted from the steering wheel and joined the other two. I smiled sadly and pushed mine into the circle.

"In unity there in strength."