Breaking Point {Vy/Ky/Matt/Jeran}

Sleep is a wonderful thing, especially when you're pregnant. The extra few minutes here and there. Just a couple more months to go. The sizeable belly to go a long with it. The closest that me and Matthew are able to get is ridiculous as we spoon before I fall asleep in my own home. The peaceful house full of painful memories. I'm just pleased that Matthew has wanted to come to my house for a while and snuggle with me. Being back here in this house, it's been a little rough at night, but the dreams are chased away just by his arms being around me. Tonight included as I drift off with nothing but a peaceful sleep.

Something changes quickly.

Even in my slumber, I hear that tiny voice of Brooklyn. I'm not sure if it's a dream or real life considering that we had taken care of Brooklyn for several days before she came home to recoperate. How long has it been now? A week or two? Three weeks later? I barely feel the tiny arms tugging on my arm then it's gone in a matter of moments, proving it was just a dream until voices arrive and the feeling of the other side of the bed being taken away from me. I stretch out slightly and inhale a deep, waking breath as I turn over to sleepily look at Matthew, whose bent down to Brooklyn.

"Ma...thew?" I yawn in the middle of the name and turn over. "What's wrong with Brookie?"

"Mama... where mama?" Her little lip starts to quiver. The moment that happens, it just happens to wake up this new feeling inside of me to comfort the little girl. "Kyky..."

The tiny voice wakes me up fully now and I push myself up with a little more effort then it normally would have. A heavy sigh of a much needed breath. "Okay.. okay, Brookie. Let's go find mommy." I look at Matthew and place my hand on his shoulder. "I'll be back. She's probably just in the bathroom or in the kitchen. Gotta pee anyways." I grin because that's a common thing for me anyways anymore.

I reach my hand out for Brooklyn to come take when she comes around the bed and grabs on to my pinky. Slowly I stand and walk with her to her mother's room and notice the empty bed. So, I direct my new location to check the bathroom with the same results. A certain fear seems to start tingling within my muscles as I flip onthe light switch to go downstairs with the little tike. Though she stops and tugs on my hand, pulling her tiny fingers from my grip.

"I stay..."

"Okay. Sit down on the stairs. I'll be back, Brookie." I descend the stairs and turn on the lights to the living room when I get down there. Everything seems normal and just like it should, so I go into the kitchen to look and see if she's in there, but the moment the light floods the room, I find myself backing up into the wall. The door is open. Just completely open and available for anyone to be in our house. Panic sets in. The last time the door was open...

"MATTHEW...!" Adrenaline comes coursing through my veins, putting my mind into survival mode yet again. I take up arms with a knife from the drawer.

Behind me Kyanite started rolling over in bed and as soon as the little curly head hears her she pads over to my girl friend. "Ma...thew? What's wrong with Brookie?"
Obviously those two have a better connection as she's already walked over to her bed to start sobbing there.
It gives me a little pang to my heart to hear her cry. Is that what it's going to be like. A little girl cries and I get soft...lucky me. Good times ahead.

Ky doesn't take long to fully wake up as she tells the little girl they will find her mom and places her hand on my shoulder. "I'll be back. She's probably just in the bathroom or in the kitchen. Gotta pee anyways."
Getting up from my crouching position with a bit of effort because me knees are kind of stiff I smile a bit. "Don't flood the place." I can't believe how much she's been peeing lately.

She takes the little one by the hand and leaves the bedroom, so I pull my shirt off again and crawl back under the cover to go back to sleep. It's still nice and warm on the side where she'd been lying. Clsoing my eyes I can hear their voices outside, so I draw the cover a little higher to cover my ear, too.

I'm almost asleep again when a loud scream of panic jolts me out of it and makes me sit up in bed instantly. My heart jumps to 180 beats per minute as I fall out of bed with my foot tangled in the sheet, scramble out of it and then race to the door to spot the toddler padding down the stairs.

Kyanites voice was so loud and shrill that something has to be wrong so I tell the girl to stay upstairs while I race down in nothing but my boxers. She starts crying again because of my tone, soI simpl scoop her up and bring her downstairs with me.

In the kitchen I find Kyanite with a knife in her hand. My head whirls around as I protectively wrap my arm around Brooklyn.
"What? What's wrong?" I can't see anybody or anything so I backtrack to look down the hallway and into the dark living room lowering my voice to a whisper.
The I spot the open door.
Both of us know what is scaring her but we also know Jins can't be here. He cannot have opened the door. Who then?
I feel my own body freeze with the cold temperatures and a certain fear while Brooklyn has stopped rying but is trembling.
"Momma?"
My hand caresses her small head while I hold her on my hip. "Sh...it's okay."

Then I give Kyanite a questioning look. "Where is she?"
There's no trace of blood, nor any signs of break and enter.
So I carefully walk over to the door. My bare feet hit the cold step in front of it so I curl my toes in as I look outside but can't see anything but the back yard and darkness.
"Do we have a flash light?"

Something is blatantly wrong, that much little Brooklyn can gather. She could tell back when she first woke up to a cold bedroom, but simply assumed she was over paranoid as she always gets. Usually her mother is just out on the town or somewhere around the house. Hearing Kyanite's scream changes everything though, and Brooklyn's worry and tears are fully evoked as she attempts to go down the stairs. "Mattew." She calls for when she spots him also extending downstairs. Her cry enhances after he orders her to stay put, wanting nothing more then to be involved in what's happening. Luckily he picks her up though, and they both travel to the chaos occurring.

Suddenly arms wrap around the youngster in a protective stance, and her sobs calm down to a low whimper. She knows to try and stay quiet when something bad is going down, hiding her face in Matthew's shirt to stay naive to whatever's happening. "Mama." She asks for a couple times. Soon enough she's released from the secured hold and balanced on his hip like anyone else would usually hold her. She still keeps her face buried in his shoulder, not wanting to open her eyes until she hears her Mama's voice.

A cold breeze kicks in and has Brooklyn's peeking up to see what's going on. The dark backyard greets her bright eyes, and she curls up closer to Matthew for warmth. Is that where her Mama is? Because it seems like there's a lot of monsters out there. "Mama?" She questions while gazing her view over to the one carrying her. Why would she go out there? "It cold." Brooklyn observes with raised eyebrows.

The last member of the household ventures to the living room as well, and the sound of him traveling downstairs has Brooklyn hiding in Matthew's shoulder once again. It's only Jeran though, as she discovers when she finally gets around to looking. He's informed of everything that's going on, and like that he's running back upstairs. What's going on? On top of that she's passed over to Kyanite, whom has a slight shake in her hands. It's just as comforting though, and she snuggles up close while her eyes stay glued to Matthew and what he's doing.

"Where Mama?" Brooklyn turns to Ky and begins crying again as the boys dash out the backdoor. "I wan Mama." After countless days of her absences, she only wants her back.

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The freezing temperature is hardly noticed in Vy's current state. Only thing that matters is finally destroying Jins, and her tensed muscles from the weather is not going to change that. She continues shouting his name while in the middle of a small forest opening. Gave them plenty of room to battle a couple weeks ago, and just enough surroundings to damage each other with. If they were going to meet anywhere, it'd be right here. "Get your ass over here wimp!" She taunts to the darkness and nothing else.

Her fist rams into the closest tree out of frustration that the dead guy has yet to show up. The dryness from this weather causing deeper cracks to her knuckles. "What? To scared to finish what you started?" She rips off the bandage around her leg to even the playing field, recreate that event even more so. "There, now it's fair! Get the frack back here!"

The moment that Brooklyn is in my hands, I know I have to keep that up beat attitude or at least a calm demeanor around her. She's young and scared and with Matthew's words still echoing in my head, I know he's right. I have to calm down. I need to think straight and quit freaking out. My previous thoughts start to sound ridiculous now as I know for a fact that Jins is dead. This can't be his doing, but it's the first thing that came to my mind.

The blond curls of the little girl in my hands brushes up against my cheek, ticking my skin. So, I reach up and brush away the strands of hair and pet the girls head, trying to calm her and whispering small 'shhh' noises to her tiny sobs. Jeran's demanding tone tells Matthew what they are going to do while I'm left watching them get ready to leave and go search for our missing friend. Jeran's waiting on Matthew as he steps closer to me and places a hand on both Brooklyn's back and my shoulder.

"Did Vy tell you to watch Brooklyn before she left?" He asks me, wondering if this was a planned thing. With a gentle shake of my head no, he nods.

"We'll find her. Don't worry, Kya. She probably needed to get some air or something. Why don't you and Brooklyn go back into the living room and play. Maybe turn some music on, yeah?" He looks at me with that big brother glare. It's more than just a request but as the footsteps start to descend down the stairs again, I turn to look at Matthew, whose fully clothed now. I notice the knife in his hands and the questioning tone he directs toward Jeran.

"Do you have your gun?" With a nod, and a very stern expression on his face they turn and leave the house but Matthew walks over to me quickly and squeezes my arm. "Lock the door."

His lips touch my own and suddenly, the house is quiet without my brother and my boyfriend present. The house feels very unsafe and following his orders, I race to the door and lock the lock and turn to Brooklyn, whose started crying harder for her mom.

"I know Brookie. I want momma, too. But we have to wait, okay? They are looking for her. Don't worry, little one. She's okay. She went for a walk." I tell the child, but it does little to console her. I wrap my arms around the girl the best I can with the growing bump, making it awkward to really keep her anywhere but on my hip so I travel to the livingroom and sit in the recliner and snuggle with the little tyke. "Want Kyky to tell you a story?..."

...

His overall calm demeanor is gone the moment that he hits the ground running. His hand kept still on the holster on his hip, providing a quick solution if the situation was to suddenly go in a different direction than planned. His eyes peeled to the ground and to the darkness around them. His ears prickled for any sort of noise that they weren't creating themselves. It was with MAtthew that he felt the safest as he exclaims the single set of tracks leading further into the woods yet again.

"Have you been with her tonight? Did you guys fight or something?"

Jeran stops in his steps to look at Matthew, whose not but a few feet away from him. His brows furrow and contemplate an answer without giving off too much information.

"I don't see why that's any of your business if I've been with her tonight. And just to set things right, we did not fight. So there is no reason for her to just.... 'go off' like this. If something was bugging her, she'd tell me. Let's keep searching." He takes off again around a few sets of trees allowing the flashlight to guide the way through the darkness that has fallen. "Hopefully, she's got warm clothes on. It's freezing."

Icy breath pours out with each exhale into the chilling atmosphere.

"The footprints are all over the place Matthew." Jeran bends down looking at the way the footprints are pressed into the soft ground. Going in every direction as he places his light on several different trails. "I'll head this way. Go right, Matthew. Yell if you find her."

He's quick to just take off into the direction he gave himself. "VY? Where are you? VY!" He pushes past a few more trees before hearing the voice of the woman he's looking for. "Vy. Brooklyn needs you back home. Come on. Let me take you back."

Jeran shines the light on the girl fumbling around and for a moment, Jeran is shocked to see how disoriented she is. "Vy... it's okay. I'm here now." He outstretches a hand and gets closer to the girl.

Once we're outside in the darkness I'm glad Jeran's got his gun on him. Now that he's officially a peacekeeper he's allowed to take it anywhere his badge goes.
I never usedto be scared in the darkness but the past year has changed that for me. I'm not terrified but very cautious. You never know what lunatic might be waiting out there for you.

Together we follow the prints. Whenever they fall on harder ground they dissapear but we manage to find them again in the soft mud. I can see my breath in the beam of the flash light when Jeran tells me that they didn't fight. The tone of his voice and that he tells me it's none of my business gives away that their 'fun' at the academy might have turned into something more. Maybe they're actually a couple now. Maybe not officially but they seem to get along very well. Maybe just friends with benefits though. He's really worried I can tell.

When Jeran suggests to split up because the tracks are so all over the place I want to protest. "I don't think that's a good....' Before I can even finish my objection he's already headed off leaving huffing.

I grab the knife a little tighter with my 'unsplinted' left hand. At least I found out I can aim pretty well with that one, too, during a little contest with Gala.
I shiver against the cold wind while I hear Jeran's voice calling out her name. Instinctively I do the same. "Vy, where are you?"
I can't see a damn thing but mud and trees and grass.
What on earth is the girl doing out here in the darkness? Going for a walk? Not likely.
I bite my lip because I don't even want to imagine her state right now. She could be in a puddle of blood behind some bush or ....stop, Matt!

The light wanders here and there but it never falls on her so I change my direction to see where the other flash light is now. I don't fancy going too far away from him.

Upper hand, that's the only thing that matters. Last time he achieved that off the bat and that's exactly why he was successful in the long run. Not this round though. Already she has him under her grip, as she finally gets long overdue payback. Over and over she swings her fists as much as she can, wanting nothing less then ultimate destruction. He will come no where near having the advantage. Every block Vy manages to avoid, though her knuckles do ram into the hard cold dirt a few times. None of it phases her or pauses her in the least though, only fueling her more if anything.

"VY! Vy...Help!" She hears a contorted version of Jeran's voice in the far away distances, begging for her to not let Jins return. Her throws don't get faster but harder instead, ready to end this once and for all. Straight in the middle of his face, to the best of knowledge, though where her skin touches is most certainly not where she was aiming for. "Vy, stop this." That horrible voice laughs at her. "It's me. It's over." As hard as she can she hits him at an angle to prevent another miss and get him to shut the hell up.

The anger must of set into him as well, as he manages to get a hold of her arms and halt any further attacks. She squirms and shouts at him, desperate to get free and kill him. "Vy! It's Jins. Jins always..." No he doesn't! He tries to turn her over, only allowing one of her hands slight wiggle room to jam him in the shoulder. That doesn't work out perfectly though, as she still lands on her back with him on top of her.

No harm is set on her oddly enough, while her arms only get pinned down to her side to keep her from doing so to him. "Bring it Jins!" She taunts him with a crankily chuckle. Still no fists comes toward her in return.

"Vy." Why does he have to keep saying her name? "Give up, i'm going to kill them all." Finally she realizes the control of her legs and brings her knee up between his legs. He may of had the chance to obliterate her friends before, but not anymore. Without a second of hesitation she jumps back on him.

Prior to anything she grabs his hands that are comforting his now sore area, and restrains them on the forest floor. "You're not winning this time Jins!" She promises, then releasing one of both of their hands to begin her attacks again. Straight to the face, because the sooner she knocks him out, the better.