Return to Sender? [Dark Lord/Open!]

[The Guitarist]

The grenade hit the floor next to healing and dazed woman. She wasn't quite conscious enough to make a full statement, but, she did manage to grunt and point it out the other man with her.
She hoped he'd notice.
~*~
Inside the Flat

The male kept cursing at his bloodied hand, thoroughly annoyed at it. He grabbed a tissue from the coffee table with his free hand, used it like and glove and ripped the last piece of glass from his hand. It gushed and he swore louder.
He was too busy to notice the voice laughing at him, as he went to the bathroom to get a bandage. He didn't notice how it kept laughing, poking fun at the wound as he tried to put the dressing on.
He managed it, be it squint, but it stopped the bleeding and he managed to wrap a fabric bandage around the injury.

Christopher kept his hand up but heard the scuffling outside. He was scared and annoyed, which wasn't great. He grabbed the baseball bat from the floor -Ami must have left it- and wandered over to the door, opening it.
Sure enough, the two people were still there. Mr. nice guy had vanished, Mr scared and injured trying to act tough had taken his place.
"I told you to get off of my property. Tonight."
He scowled.
"In the next few seconds would be great."

[Alec Harrison]

Alec heard the sound of the metal clammbering against the pavement and he spotted them: two WWII grenades. If seemed a terrorist was among the small community. Geez, this day couldn't get any better.

The Timelord scrambled for his sonic screwdriver. He set it off in an attempt to stop the grenades. Unfortunately, the setting off of the screwdriver set off the grenades as well.
"What the heck?" all he had time to do was instinctively grab the Nostrovite's arm, turn to Christopher and utter "Run," and spring out if the area as the grenades exploded.

Boom!

All Alec remembered was flying through the air, then hitting the cold, hard, pavement.

[The Phantom]

"What the heck?!" Raya shouted out of shock that the grenades actually blew up. They were not suppose to happen, the explosives were not suppose to do that! It was just meant to scare the random people in the open.

She could feel her bottom right eye lid twitch in annoyance, as she stepped out of her hiding place and examined the blast site. She crouched down to pick up a piece of broken cement, as her thoughts ran wild with the possibilities of how this could have happened.

Raya tossed aside the bit of road, and walked over to the man who pointed that crazy buzzy thing at the hand grenades. Her tail swishing from side to side, and her catlike ears pointed back. "Why did you do a bloody stupid thing like that? They weren't active until you pointed that buzzy torch at 'em."

Granted she probably could have check the explosive grenades a bit better. However, Raya refused to have this be her fault, after all she technically didn't set the old grenades off.

[Alec Harrison]

In his light unconciousness, he could hear a girl's voice, as if distant.
"What the heck?!"

He was awake now, but his eyes remained closed. Was this the one who had thrown the grenades? He would keep listening to find out.

"Why did you do a bloody stupid thing like that? They weren't active until you pointed that buzzy torch at 'em."

Yes, this was definately her. The Timelord jumped to his feet, one hand snapped out in an attempt to grab her neck.
"And how was I supposed to know that?" he growled angrily.

He had his gun out in a matter of seconds, leveling it to her head.
"Why did you throw those grenades?"

[The Guitarist]

The human, who had only seconds ago, been standing by his flat door, had been thrown halfway across his living room. In the millisecond he'd had to notice, he had not seen the old grenades being tossed. So, naturally, the explosion had been a surprise. An unwanted one.

Now he was sprawled across his living room, just next to the coffee table. He'd smacked his back off of the table as he'd been thrown back, his arm taking a knock too. It had started to swell around his wrist. His forehead also had cuts, the fuzzy blanket around his body ripped up and burned in places. His skin suffered the same damage. A few weeping burns and bleeding cuts, but nothing life threatening.
His body was on the floor, his arm extended toward his guitar. It was his lifeblood. He couldn't go to sleep without playing it for at least 20 minutes. Christopher was sleeping now.

His mind was wandering everywhere. Drifting both in and out of sense and consciousness, he could hear, feel and see odd things. He was dazed and confused.

The man could swear he could see himself, in the sofa across from him, playing his guitar. Lying out over two seats, with no clothes on, playing a song... the chords to Pearl Jam, 'Alive'. Singing along too.
"Son," she said, "Have I got a little story for you
What you thought was your Daddy was nothin' but a...
While you were sittin' home alone at age thirteen
Your real Daddy was dyin', sorry you didn't see him but I'm glad we talked..."
He never sung along. He always just played. Ami sang along. He could see her now too, standing by the window. She ignored him, staring out at the city below her. Her pretty pale face like a mirror to the night lights. Even as the hurt Christopher called out to her, she ignored him. She muttered along.
"Is something wrong?", she said
Well of course there is, "you're still alive," she said,
Oh, and do I deserve to be?"
The poor man on the floor was so dazed and confused, he didn't know what to do. He'd had that talk with her so many times- taken medication off of her, coaxing her from tears- could he still do it, all broken and bashed up?

In truth, there was nothing else in the living room with him. The cut to his head was making him delirious. The nagging presence had left for now... but, it would return. He couldn't hear the commotion outside.

[The Phantom]

"And how was I supposed to know that?" he growled angrily.

"Simple. You run and then when it doesn't explode. That's how you know." She answered, her pupils becoming catlike.

He had his gun out in a matter of seconds, leveling it to her head.
"Why did you throw those grenades?"

"I was bored, and I saw you two.. and wanted to scare someone?" Raya stared at the gun, taking a step back. Suddenly feeling like she shouldn't have done that. "And most of the stuff I pull is harmless! Mainly it's jelly bombs. Or tar bombs followed by feathers... But mainly jam or honey."

She did not like being threatened, even if he hadn't voiced it yet. The gun did make her uneasy seeing as in a matter of seconds she could die from being shot in the head. That would not go well for her, or her plans for the future.

[The Guitarist]

The human grunted from the floor. His hand twitched, his mind not settling. It was funny, how all the wrong things came to his mind when he was lying down, dazed and confused.

For some unknown reason, he wondered if Ami had a boyfriend anymore. He knew she'd been going out with some guy who looked like a walrus. Name was Jett- or something dumb. Jett was ugly compared to him. He was a pretty good-looking guy, if he said so himself. Couldn't hold a tune in a bucket, but, he could shred like a maniac. He was so proud of his skills. A childlike pride.
He then wondered where his dad was. What had happened to dad again? Where was mom too? Back in long-beach? He wasn't sure... did he have any siblings anymore? Were they all dead or did they even exist?
Where was Ami?
Was she hurt?
Was his baby hurt too? His guitar?
Would he ever be a dad? Own the minivan, diapers, the whole shazam?

His eyes simply rolled about his skull in confusion. A hand reached down to him, tucking itself behind his head. It was soft skin.
He decided whoever this was would be his new teddy bear. He swung his other arm to the body above him, grinning like an idiot. Another hand slipped behind him and a calm voice ushered him up.
"Alright...easy you... there..."
He sat up, with her help. His eyes were still hazy. Blinking a few times, he focused ahead of him. It was her breast bone that was there, oozing a bit of red. Her necklace was smashed. He remembered it was a family piece of hers and he pointed at it.
"It's broke!"
She smiled. Leaning forward, she muttered.
"I know. Thank Kamyrut it's broken."
Making an offended sound, he shook his head, letting out a short yelp of pain.
"No! NO! Not good! That's a family-"
She laughed quietly.
"Hey, don't worry your pretty little head. You'll get it soon. Now, sit tight."
Kissing his forehead, the girl then proceeded to take another blanket from the floor, wrap it around him and kiss him again, on the cheek. Her lips were warm and soft, her piercings icy and cold. She smiled and got up, wandering over to the, now blasted, door.

She stepped outside and toward the confrontation. She held up her hands and approached cautiously. She edged closer, her bare feet cutting on broken wood and burning on plastic. Her black and pink hair stuck on her neck wounds and she went to the arguing pair.
She coughed and tried to sound assertive. Due to her, now species, it wasn't difficult.
"Excuse me. Whoever you two are- I am Amelia A. Rodriguez and I speak, both on behalf of myself, but also on the behalf of the man you just blasted half across his living room."
Amelia then took a large step toward the fighting pair. Grabbing both of them, her temper was starting to flare up. Her glare was as intense as the fighting fire that was back, coursing through her veins.
"I know you're not from around here. I get it. But don't ever think you'll get away with chucking my friend around. I want answers- plausible ones. Or else, I'm gonna get pretty mad."
She scowled.
"You don't want to see a Rodriguez angry. Trust me."

[Alec Harrison]

"I was bored, and I saw you two.. and wanted to scare someone?" Raya stared at the gun, taking a step back. Suddenly feeling like she shouldn't have done that. "And most of the stuff I pull is harmless! Mainly it's jelly bombs. Or tar bombs followed by feathers... But mainly jam or honey."

Alec narrowed his eyes. She was wasting his time. He showed his dislike for this by firing at her kneecap.

Then she showed up. He drove his foot into Raya's forehead fiercely in an attempt to knock her out. Removing her from the equation made dealing with Ami a far simpler matter.
"Oh, what is it now?" he growled irritably.

"Excuse me. Whoever you two are- I am Amelia A. Rodriguez and I speak, both on behalf of myself, but also on the behalf of the man you just blasted half across his living room."

"Yes you said your name already..." though the surname was new, "And I was blasted half across the street, along with my friend here who was rendered unconscious."

A grunt from the Nostrovite. Alec kicked her temple, hard.

"Unconscious." he repeated.

"I know you're not from around here. I get it. But don't ever think you'll get away with chucking my friend around. I want answers- plausible ones. Or else, I'm gonna get pretty mad."

Alec groaned. She obviously understood nothing of the situation.

"You don't want to see a Rodriguez angry. Trust me."

Alec practically blew up.
"I lost an important article of my possession, lied to from it's taker, and then bombed out of bloody nowhere, and you have the nerve to feel sorry for yourself?" Alec yelled.

[The Guitarist]

Ami stood her ground. She desperately wanted to roll her eyes at this guy- stupid humans. They didn't know what they were saying. Guess she just had to be patient. She sighed and furrowed her brow.
"I'm not sorry. I'm furious."
She rolled up a sleeve, pointing at him and continuing to lecture him.
"I wish I cared. But, I don't. Just leave and take the bodies with you. I'm not up for arguing."
She turned away. He'd learn his lesson like this. She could hear a little moan coming from the lump in the charred living room. Time to go take care of her little human. She'd have to find his watch somewhere, human Chris wasn't a great one to try and explain this mess to.

As she turned away, she felt something in her pocket. She slipped her hand in and felt soft felt, then a button. Then little stitches, like scars. Her eyes widened. That hadn't been there last time. Why hadn't it burned.