<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Saturday Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Tristyn, Vivian<br/><br/><strong>"Tristyn, don't"</strong>she said and reached for his arm, but his ire was up and he was already gone.  Her fingers grabbed at empty air and had no more chance of stopping him than he did of stopping himself.  He was caught up in the moment, the emotions she'd foolishly brought to the surface.<strong>"Tristyn.  Tristyn!"</strong>she was screaming now, like she was at a game and throwing her voice to the nosebleed fans, but it was lost in the commotion of the fight.<strong>"Stop it!  Somebody stop them!"</strong>She wasn't the only one screaming, but he was beyond hearing.<br/><br/>She'd never, ever seen anything as brutal, as coldly calculated as Tristyn fighting.  For an instant Elizabeth caught sight of his face and saw it so coldly focused it was as if he was a thing and not the sweet, sometimes awkward boy she'd been sharing ice cream with.  The boy she'd been thinking about whether or not he'd kiss her, and what it would be like to kiss a boy, and if she needed to chew some gum first.  The boy she'd be all over Vivian's text inbox about, blowing it up like in a song.<br/><br/>In the movies, she'd have seen the throw and Jameson coming towards her.  There would have been enough time to try to do something, and look pretty doing it.  Instead, the only thing Elizabeth saw was the ceiling spin crazily down into where the wall had been and the impact of the edge of the table smack against the front of her nose.  Pain exploded, so intense she couldn't even cry out, but just lay there trying to breathe in.  When she did, the air was full of blood and she choked on it, then turned to the side and half-spit, half-dribbled it out.  It tasted like old pennies smelled and Elizabeth saw the scarlet ribbons of it running across her hands when she brought them up to her face.<br/><br/>Then he was there, looking down at what he'd done.  Elizabeth shook her head, pretty eyes full of pain and tears and something else.<br/><br/>Fear.  Elizabeth was afraid of him.  When he came closer, she scuttled backwards until stopped by the wall.  Elizabeth shook her head side to side, stopping him.<strong>"Just go!"</strong>she called out, voice thick.<strong>"Just go.  I hate you!"</strong>she called out, then got to her feet and stumbled into the ladies room, leaving a trail of pretty red drops in her wake.<br/><br/>Elizabeth shut herself into a stall and fumbled her phone out.  The screen streaked with her blood but she still managed to make it dial Vivian's number.  She was crying so hard she could barely talk when Vivian answered.<br/><br/><strong>"Someone call the cops!" </strong>a voice inside the ice cream shoppe shouted.  Tristyn needed to leave, now, before they arrived.  Jameson's date was already picking him up and screaming at him, dragging him towards the exit.<br/><br/><br/><br/>