Your sister was big with the Cody's. In particular, Craig, whom you personally never liked much. One night, she couldn't find a babysitter. She tried to leave you alone, since you were seventeen, but she decided you needed a better social life.

You disagreed. It was a school night. Especially when you found yourself in the back yard rager of a party in the pitch black of the night. Booze, joints being passed around and worse. Some people even openly making out on the deck chairs around the pool people were being dragged into in the warm night.

Half an hour and you started trying to make up excuses - you shouldn't even be here. Didn't want to be. But then the sliding tdoors into the house slammed open, the chords powering the speakers yanked from their plugs as as Pope walked out - pissed as all hell. Remmy, your sister had complained about his outbursts before.

Everyone's necks snapped up, at first to whine at the party pooper until they all saw the Shotgun he held up and cocked with one hand. It was an efficient way to clear the people, especially when they didn't know that he didn't intent to use it.

But Remmy, who was also your ride home, had disappeared somewhere with Craig. You could hardly join the scrambling scared people.