A/N: OK, I might've spoke too soon about eh violence...starts here, and continues to next chapter, I swear!

Most of the prom stuff I am making up, although I am influenced by the movies.

This is an important chapter becuz it's about how Angel justifys herself for what she's doing. It's everything that's going through her head after the whole bucket incident.

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Chapter 13

Nightmare

Prom was a dream. Angel was having so much fun, more fun than she had ever had. Nothing could’ve made that night go wrong.

And then Angel was voted Prom Queen. Prom Queen! Angel didn’t even vote for herself for Prom Court, and she was Prom Queen. Angel felt like she floated up to the stage, towing Fang behind her. He wasn’t as excited, but Angel was too absorbed in her own feelings to care.

The principal put a gorgeous tiara on her head, and gave her a huge bouquet of flowers. The entire school was cheering for her. Cheering.

So this is what it’s like. Angel thought. To be normal, to be accepted. Angel wished she could see her mother now. Her mother would be so sorry that she tried to keep Angel from prom. Maybe her mother would realize that not everything ended in sin.

Angel stood there, clutching her bouquet and smiling broadly. Angel knew that she no longer would be an outsider. All of those years or torment and bullying were ending right now. Everything would go right for now on. Nothing could ever…

Suddenly, a cold wave washed over Angel. She stood stock still, frozen. Angel had this strange copper taste in her mouth. Nobody was cheering anymore. Angel looked down at her hands, and saw them completely red.

Shocked, Angel dropped her flowers. She shakily looked at her dress, now drenched in the red stuff. She felt her face, her hair, all soaked. Angel finally bothered to look at her date, who was had a deer-in-the-headlights sort of expression, also completely soaked. Fang seemed to finally realize he wasn’t alone.

“Oh my God, Angel. Are you—“ Fang was cut off by a snapping noise. A bucket fell from the ceiling. And struck Fang on the head. Fang crumpled to the floor. Angel heard Max shriek from somewhere in the audience, and she sprinted to the stage.

Than the most horrible thing of all happened. Someone began to laugh.

It was a sickening noise, really shrill and high pitched. Angel froze, and scanned the audience. A lower, raspier laughter joined in. Angel found both culprits.

Gaz and Lissa were falling over themselves, tears in their eyes, laughing. The blood in Angel’s face drained. Prom wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare.

They’ll only laugh at you. Her mother’s voice echoed in Angel’s head. No, Angel couldn’t think like that. She had friends now; they would stand by her, stand up for her.

You don’t have any friends. Angel’s mother’s voice echoed. Angel looked down to see Max fussing over Fang. Max was trying to stand an unconscious Fang up. I’m right here. Angel thought. Aren’t you worried about me? I thought we were friends…

You don’t have any friends. Everyone knows that. Angel heard this statement echo in her mind many times.

Angel’s eyes blurred and she looked out at the audience. In her blurry vision, Lissa and Gaz seemed to multiply. The entire auditorium was full of laughing Lissas and Gazzes.

Everyone laughs at you. Nobody really wants to be your friend.

Something short-circuited in Angel’s mind. Maybe some nerve endings fried. The only thing that can be known for sure is that Angel snapped. She had to stop the laughing.

Angel zeroed in one the original laughing Lissa. Shut up! Angel thought angrily. Just shut up! Angel felt her power reach over to Lissa, and close off Lissa’s wind pipe.

The shrill laughing became hoarse, and it became choking. Lissa’s face became as red as her hair, and she slowly rose from the ground, held up in mid air. Her hands were around her neck, and Lissa was desperately gasping for air.

Lissa began to squirm, and some other people began to shriek. Angel blocked it all out, and concentrated. Concentrated on squeezing every last breath of air out of that horrible girl’s body. Every. Last. Breath.

Lissa finally became still, and Angel dropped the body onto the floor. Some other girls screamed, and a lot of people began to rush towards the doors. Angel saw Max leave with Fang…but then also saw Nudge and Iggy heading for the door.

Angel knew right away that they were behind this. Of course, Lissa and Gaz were only sidekicks. Nudge and Iggy could not escape.

The doors and windows bolted themselves shut just after Nudge and Iggy made it out. More people screamed. Angel read some thoughts in the room. Nothing about her. A few minutes ago, Angel was the center of attention. Now, nobody cared at all.

Angel clenched her fists in anger. Everyone would pay. All those years or torment, bulling, being an outcast…they would all get what they deserved. They deserve it. Angel thought. They all deserve this. They should've never mess with Angel White.

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OK, my toehr sotry, Neck Breaker...I will think up some ending...but, alas, writer's block as found me. So I will think up something, eventually, but I cannot guarantee that it's up to par with the rest of the fic. I wil not leave it hanging there. I'll thinkg up something, somehow.