Flashback

[Vivian Astley]

but that still involves you writing something first like the weird take over body thing to dump her thats totally him

[Jeffrey]

You have to write Alex though. I don't wanna write the whole thing. Granted... it won't be a big part. Cuz Sands kills him... but I still don't wanna write the whole thing. That work?

[Vivian Astley]

So I get to kill off my boyfriend then?

[Jeffrey]

No, Sands kills off your boyfriend. I writer Sands, so technically I kill off your boyfriend. You just write him dying.

[Vivian Astley]

Joy. Poor Alex and just when he was beginning to grow on me to/

[Jeffrey]

Bah. Silly boy had it coming to him.

[Vivian Astley]

yes but how do i go about this? Just say he was sitting somewhere? or walking down a deserted corridor..oooooooo deserted corridor me like that idea

[Jeffrey]

(So do I in fact. I'll even start.)

Zack had finally gone to bed after half a night of restless pacing in the common room. It had taken the stern reprimands of a prefect to send him up to his dorm for the night and several songs hummed under his breath to finally get him to relax to the point where he would consider lying in a bed. A minute later, and he was out cold, the exertions of the day having finally taken their toll on the boy.

But as they say, when the cat's away, the mice will play. And one mouse was going to take full advantage of such an opportunity.

Sheldon Jeffery Sands, possibly of the Central Intelligence Agency, had a balance to keep. This balance was to coexist peacfully with the boy he shared a head with. It had been going swell for some time now. The girl had been a bit of an issue, but things had smoothed themselves over and Sands didn't have to worry about it again. At least until Zack got it into his pretty little head that the girl had been sole property of him. God only knew how that happened, but Sands felt his balance begin to teeter dangerously into the land of psychosis. That was never a good place to be, so Sands helped rectify the situation, if momentarily, urging Zack to listen to his teachers and Viv while he was still surrounded by people. Things would turn out for the best, not to worry.

Sands never made a promise he couldn't keep. He just occasionally chose not to keep them. But this boy was too important to him to fuck around with, he hopped out of bed in nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms. The chill Slytherin chambers raised instant goosebumps on his skin, but that was of little consequence. Sands held up remarkably well in all kinds of weather. When he left the Slytherin common room, he was wearing a pair of black sunglasses and a gunholster. There would be nothing to stop a patrolling teacher or student from trying to apprehend him, but he hoped it wouldn't come to that. He owed Zack, and dammit, he'd deliver, whether or not the boy knew it or not.

[Vivian Astley]

(i assume I'm alex, also for the sake of having him out of bed shall we just assume hes a prefect?)

Alex was getting bored with this. He had already scared all the children out of the 'snog closet' as some 7th year had dubbed it and took a pot shot at Mrs. Norris, over all a very satisfying evening, but now 3 hours later it was just becoming mundane . He turned a corner into a new corridor but didn't see anyone.

Walking slowly down the dark corridor he kept a sharp ear out for any late night wanderers. There had been quite a few lately. Most were just excused as they had just returned from some detention or other. But occaisionally he found some 3rd year who stupidly thought he or she could get away with flouting school rules. Well, not on his watch. For a moment his thoughts drifted off to his girlfriend, but he quickly pulled himself out of his thoughts. He couldn't afford to lose track f where he was going, especially as he was in Slytherin territory. It was like a giant maze down there, anyone could easily get lost.

The sound of footssteps quickly approaching from behind him caught him off guard. He rapidly whirled around to face the person out after curfew.

[Jeffrey]

Sands used every inch of his height to his advantage. He grabbed the prefect around the mouth with one hand, and around the stomach with his other arm. He glanced quickly at both ends of the corridor to make sure there were no teachers about to hear the faint screams of his quarry, and dragged him into an ever darker passageway.

[Vivian Astley]

Alex yelp was muffled by the hand then went over his mouth and no manner of kicking screatching or biting seemed to phase him. Fianlly when everything else failed he went totally lax in his arms using all his body eight to ake it harder to move him. Soon even he had no idea where they were.

[Jeffrey]

When he was sure he'd confused the boy, he unceremoniously dropped him on the ground and paused to light a cigarette. That had been something he'd missed when he'd been his own man, but that didn't matter. He still had a job to do.

"Do you have any idea why the fuck I've got you lost in this place?" he murmured, kicking the boy for good measure.

[Vivian Astley]

Alex whimpered pitifully and shook his head.

[Jeffrey]

"Well, I prefer spoken word to a fucking grunt, but at least you haven't fainted yet. Good on you," Sands grinned viciously, the red glow of his cigarette lighting his features in a horrific psycho killer expression.

"So... I guess I'll enlighten you. You've been causing my boy... a lot of trouble lately. And when he becomes... perturbed, that throws my balance off significantly. When my balance gets thrown, something's got to be done to fix that. I'd do away with the girl, but I have a feeling that'd do more harm than good at the moment. You, however... you're expendable. Don't you feel lucky?"

Sands took another deep drag, exhaling the white cloud around the homemade cig bit firmly in his teeth.

[Vivian Astley]

Alex rapidly scooted backwards until his back hit the wall. His eyes darted around the corridor trying to figure which way was out.