Eyes crawled up your skin as you sat in the helicopter. You were new. None of them believed you would amount to anything even though you'd earned your position in the group. At the moment you were sitting wedged between The Fury and The End with The Fear behind you and The Pain's bees buzzing by your ear. Hearing the spiteful comment from The Fear whisper in your ear: "You're going to snap. You know it, you aren't made for this and I'm going to love watching you lose it under pressure."