Author Notes: I don't know where this story came from, but it came to me today and here we are. I just had to write it. I will not apologise to anyone who has a problem with the direction I have taken the story because it's just fictional, it's just my brain doing it's thing and if you have a problem with it, then just don't read it. Thank you and happy reading.

WARNING: The first chapter of this story contains violence, you have been warned.

Disclaimer: I own Skins...if you believe that, you'll believe that I invented chocolate and own six aeroplanes. (I of course do not own Skins, boo hoo hoo.)

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It was dark when Cook left the club, pitch black except for a couple of street lights. He held Effy tightly by the wrists. She struggled slightly under his grasp, but her feet obeyed as he pushed her along.

"You keep your fucking mouth shut or I'll fucking kill you,"

Effy did as he said, her heart racing as she let him push her down a side street, out towards a deserted area by the river. It was even darker there.

"What are you going to do?" Effy asked, trying to stay calm, trying to figure out how much danger she was in.

"Just shut the fuck up," Cook shouted, pushing her hard against a car parked beside the waters edge.

"Effy!" Freddie's voice echoed through the street towards them. Cook stopped, looking around, searching for Freddie in the bushes between them and the main road above.

"Freddie!" Effy screamed, before Cook held a hand to her throat, pushing his palm against her vocal cords, making it difficult for her to breath.

"What part of shut the fuck up don't you understand?" he snarled.

"Please Cook," she whispered, her voice strained from the touch of his hand.

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Cook just shook his head, his eyes wild. Pulling the back door of the car open, he pushed her into the back seat, grabbing a piece of rope and wrapping it around Effy's legs, lodging another piece between her teeth to stop her from talking.

"Cook! Get off her, what the fuck are you doing?" Freddie's voice was louder, closer than before. Cook felt a hand strike his shoulder, pushing him away.

"Get the fuck off me," Cook screamed, taking a step backwards as Freddie reached into the car to Effy. Cook ran at Freddie, his head low as he collided with his side, pushing him down to the ground in a rugby tackle. His fists were out and they scuffled around.

"Don't fucking do this Cook, she loves ME, she wants ME, just accept it and move on," Freddie screamed out, reaching out to keep Cook at bay.

But Cook was too strong, too overpowering and his hand collided with Freddie's face pushing blood from him nose, forcing it out of shape.

"She will never," he screamed, punching him again and again, "ever be fucking yours,"

There was a haze in his brain, his eyes blurred and his thoughts were jumbled as the cold hand hit him again. Freddie could barely see what was happening around him, but he took a deep breath, trying his best to fight back.

"Fucking hell" Freddie screamed out, kicking Cook in the leg and pulling himself away, running a few feet before Cook's body hit him again. But he didn't punch him, or knock him to the ground. He held the collar of his shirt tightly, gripping him close, their eyes locked in a challenge, that Cook ended as her pulled a knife from his pocket and pushed it into Freddie's stomach, pulling upwards to cause as much damage as possible. Freddie gasped, his body shaking, his mouth open wordlessly as he tried to speak. Cook held his face in his hands, staring into his eyes.

"If I cant have her, I'll be fucked if I let anyone else have her, especially you," he snarled, before Freddie fell to the ground.

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Cook stared at the body in front of him. He didn't mean for it to happen, the knife was only there for protection, as leverage to get Effy to do what he asked her too. His face drained of colour, his eyes wild with regret. He span around searching the area for something, anything that could help him. But as he searched the trees his eyes fell upon a red haired girl staring down at him. His chest felt tight.

"This cant be happening," he screamed, "Emily?"

The deep eyes of the red haired girl flickered in the moonlight, her face wide with fear. Emily stood in front of a wall, she was cold and upset. It was just another day in the lives of twins, with Katie treating her like she usually did. She had to get out of the club, she had to take a breather. The cold night air had made her feel better instantly. But the sound of fighting had made her move to the wall, it made her look into the distance, her eyes adjusting to the light as she caught sight of Freddie and Cook. It wasn't unusual for them to be fighting. But then she saw the moonlight reflecting off something, something in Cook's hand, something that looked like a blade. She gasped as Freddie stopped fighting back, as the blade vanished from sight and Emily knew that it was between the two guys, pushed into Freddie's body as he fell to the floor.

"Fuck," Emily whispered, her voice barely there as she caught sight of Cook.

Cook's eyes were locked with hers, his eyes staring her down. She felt sick. Freddie was lay on the ground, probably bleeding to death and all she could do was stare at Cook. She felt her body shake uncontrollably as he lifted a hand, resting a finger against his neck, pulling it across to the other side. It was too much, she couldn't stay there, she knew she had to help Freddie, but she couldn't stand there any longer. She pulled off her heels and picked up her feet, running as fast as she could in bare feet. The sound of Cook shouting her name as his feet pounded against the floor echoed after her and she felt fearful. If he could stab Freddie, his best friend, what would he do to her? They barely knew each other. They were in the same group, but they'd never really talked.

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"You fucking get back here Emily," he snarled, chasing after her, "You fucking stop or I'll fucking stab you too,"

She ran down a back alley, searching the dark for spaces to hide, somewhere that he wouldn't see her. It was too dark. She could hear him swearing as he slowed down and she slipped behind a bin, it was the best she could do under the circumstances.

"Get the fuck back here," he screamed, standing at the mouth of the alley, he stared down the dark path, searching the darkness for that red hair. "Fuck!"

He turned around, looking for something to hit as he span around and kicked an old bin so hard he hurt his foot.

"You fucking bitch, you tell anyone about this and I'll fucking kill you" he threatened "...and your fucking sister too."

As the silence of the dark alley filled the void, his breathing coarse and rough. He stepped away, walked away from the alley. When he reached the road he put his foot down and started running back towards the car, towards Effy. He climbed into the drivers seat, not caring to fasten his seatbelt as he pushed down on the accelerator. He took one glance in the rear-view mirror, first at the body lay behind the car and then at the deep brown eyes of the girl in the back seat.

"It's just you and me now babe."

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