I've Got You

Part 1

A/N: Callie's story came to me, and I'm glad it did.  I own Calloway and that's it! Leave your comments. I would love hear your thoughts!!

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Each step she took numbly away from her childhood home made her ache. She lost her sense of direction a few miles back, now only carrying on to keep herself from falling apart. Her ribs throbbed, her cuts stung, and she was mildly suspicious of the amount of blood she was losing, but she couldn't stop. Sunnyside had fallen, and the Ghoulies came quickly to stake their claim over the properties and the inhabitants that were unaware of the battle raging right under their noses. They showed no mercy.

Headlights flashed quickly behind her, and suddenly the vehicle was rolling to a stop. Too afraid to look over her shoulder, she clutched her ribs tightly and limped as quickly as she could. "Calloway?" a familiar voice called out. She didn't trust the lies her weak body might've been telling her and kept running.

"NO," she bit out. "You have done enough to me tonight, please."

The voice came closer as she felt herself fading. "Get away from me," she mumbled, although she recognized the face that was staring at her, worried. She tried to fight him off but eventually passed out in her classmate- Fangs Fogarty's arms.

Fangs had been released from the hospital earlier that evening. After recovering from the initial shock of discovering that the young Serpent had not died from the gunshot, FP ordered him to rest. When Fangs insisted that he had to do something, he was tasked with rounding up any Southsiders that might've gotten tangled up in the crossfire. He knew deep down what he might find, but the sight of what they did to this girl made him sick. He laid her across the backseat so he could get to the Wyrm where the other Serpents and, most importantly, Dr. Ellis were camped out.

Sweet Pea was defeated. In one fell swoop, the Ghoulies nearly took out his leader, stole his home, and ruined the only family he ever knew. No matter how hard they fought, their numbers were just too much to overcome. Dr. Ellis fussed over him as soon as he walked in, begging Pea to let him examine the wound on his head and the knuckles of his fists, but he refused. Instead, he sunk into a barstool on the far side of the Wyrm, letting the pain, that he felt he deserved, drown in as much whiskey as Hog Eye could pour.

He was a few glasses in when a shock of blonde hair caught his attention, pulling him instantly from his seat. Seeing her barely conscious, hanging limply in Fang's arms had his stomach in knots and he couldn't quite figure out why. Fangs laid her carefully on the pool table that Ellis was using as his station. Sweet Pea gravitated to her and crouched down close to her pale face. One eye was swollen pitifully shut, but the other one fluttered open. A piercing blue eye confirmed what he knew deep down from the moment she was brought in. "Oh God, Callie," he groaned, reaching for her hand and dropping his head onto the table beside her.

Toni's head snapped to his face at his mention of her name, and she made her way through the small crowd that gathered. The doctor wasted no time calling out orders for supplies to be gathered. "What happened, Fangs?" he asked.

"I don't know. I found her like this on Highway 12. She thought I was one of them...told me to just let her go. She was so scared she wouldn't even stop to look." He dragged his sleeve across his face quickly before continuing. "Whatever they did.... It wasn't good."

"Yeah, they did a number on her. Her lip is split, there are contusions everywhere... I'm most concerned about the ones on her neck and her ribs- my guess is that there are a few that are cracked. Oh and the concussion she likely sustained. Hell, they even swiped her a few times with their blade. I need to get this one stitched on her leg before she bleeds out. It's too close to a major artery for my comfort."