"Wake up! This is an intervention!" Teresa Rodriquez grabbed her friend's blanket and pulled. The dark-haired boy spun on the mattress once before falling out of bed with a thud. A lot of things run trough your head when you fall out of bed in the middle of the night, and a lot more when one of your best friends made you fall. But the only thing running through Scott Kyun's mind when he fell out of bed on that fateful night was

'I hope they're gonna be okay.'

The 'they' Scott was referring to was two of their friends, Adam Evans and Otto Strong. They'd both always been trouble, but after joining a gang, and dropping out of school, Otto from Dakota Union High, and Evan from college. Before they reached their destination, Scott hung back to make a call. They might need back up.

Now, Scott, Ivan, Teresa, and two others, Penelope and Frankie were all headed to the docks, where they new the gangs were meeting for a brawl. Their only hope was to try to stop Otto and Adam without getting hurt themselves.

"There they are!" Teresa exclaimed, spotting Adam and Otto entering the docking yard. Hearing her, Adam turned to see his younger brother and [former] brother rushing toward them.

"Hey, Otto, looks like they've come to their senses." The musician said sarcastically. The larger boy chuckled, turning to face the group.

"What are you guys doing?! Wade and his buddies are bad news! You could get hurt!" Scott huffed, out of breath.

"What the scatterbrain said." Penelope jerked a thumb toward him.

"Well you guys are gonna get hurt if you don't get outta hear." Adam yelled angrily, turning to walk into the shipyard to join in the fight.

"Yeah, and they're not gonna be the ones to do it." Otto glared. "What about the band!" Was the only thing Ivan could think of as the two of them walked away.

"For get the band! You're all dead weight anyway! The five of them only starred for a moment as he turned to follow Adam. They had once bee a group of seven, best friends. But now, they had to save their friends from themselves.

"Come you guys, we gotta pull them outta there." Ivan said, leading the group into the shipyard.

"Uh-ah man, I gotta bad feeling." Frankie shook his head, hanging back.

"Come on, they could get killed!" Penelope grabbed his arm and yanked him down the path. Her black hair was pulled into two pigtails on top of her head, she glared at him each time he tried to tug away, and by third time he had given up. Not many people could escape the power of her glare.

The five of them found themselves in the middle of a gain riot, chains rattling beatings taking place, guns shots being heard in the distance. In the panic and confusion, they lost each other, Penelope and Frankie ducking behind the crates and canisters being stored at the docks, Ivan desperately trying to find his older brother, and Teresa fighting off a few gang members, her small background in gymnastics the only thing to defend herself from their chains and planks. Scott seemed almost to be enjoying himself as he dodged one punch or kick after the other, all while looking for Otto and the others. He laughed at the teens as they tried to catch him, but Scott prided himself on his speed. If only this had been more planned, he would've brought something to defend himself with. He was skilled in many weapons, all much more sophisticated than anything most people in Dakota knew about, swords, Sais, even shirkian and throwing stars. That coupled with his speed made Scott a formidable opponent.

"Come on, I think I see Teresa." Frankie said, this time grabbing Penelope's arm, the both of them darting across the yard to wear their friend tried to out run three boys, all of whom Frankie regrettably recognized from his own sketchy past.

That's when it happened. That's when it all that rubble and junk the five of them were pushing up that hill, Frankie's past, Scott's family trouble, Ivan's lack of a family, Teresa's problem's at school, and Penelope's money problems, all doubled. That's when the canisters exploded, that's when the purple gas hissed out of them, creating a cloud of purple to dense for anyone to see through. The cops went in with gas masks, but the teens and adults that had caused them to come to the shipyard weren't so lucky.

Frankie's eyes were burning, his throat tightened, he could breath. Somehow, he managed to fin Penelope, who had passed out from the purple fumes and run toward the fence.

"Teresa!" He wheezed, carrying his friend in his arms.

"I'm here; just get… get to the fence." She sounded worst than him, but he couldn't worry about that now, Penelope was unconscious, and he wasn't far from it either, he had to make to the fence. To fresh, breathable air.

He did eventually, climbing up with Pen on his shoulders, trying to stay awake. On the other side was Scott, couching and wheezing, leaning against a fence post for support. Frankie touched down on the other side and set Penelope down, dropping to his knees from the fumes.

"Where's *cough* where's…" Scott couldn't speak without coughing.

"I.. I donno…" Frankie wheezed and coughed, pounding on his chest.

"We gotta get outta here." He managed to get out. Scott only nodded, turning back to where the police were sedating and arresting others. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Frankie, trying to shake him awake, yelling something he couldn't understand.

Teresa couched, leaning against a crate to support herself. She turned when she heard a groan beside her.

"Ivan!" The said hoarsely, trying to pick him up.

"Come on, we gotta get out of here." She pulled on him, but he wouldn't move, he'd passed out, and she was on the brink. Her vision was blurred, but she managed to make out a girl running toward them. She was wearing some kind of gas mask. Her face was the last thing Teresa remembered before passing out.