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Remix, Chapter 14: Fortissimo
By Brevdravis
The party was still in full swing as Maggie, Mallory and Beth trudged back
towards the front door of the frat house. The music from the backyard was
still loud in the air, but the party had returned to its previous state of
drunken revelry.
"Did you see Sherrie?" Maggie asked Mallory as they waited in line,
patiently, near the drinks stand. A keg had been set up, with several
people competing to be named "Tap Master." A young male student had
currently seized it, and was giving drinks to random people, causing the
line to degenerate into a bit of a shoving match. He was apparently giving
priority to hot girls. Not that that was such a huge surprise.
"I think the rest of your band... sorry, Mike's band, took off after their
set. If you want to catch them, they're probably still loading their car."
Mallory explained, eyeing the line again. The degeneration had continued,
resulting in what seemed to be merely a throng of people with a keg in the
center.
Maggie thought about going after them for a moment, before deciding
against it. She was here to have a good time, not to play doormat to an
egotist. It was in the middle of this reverie that she felt someone in the
crowd clutch at her left buttock.
It sent a momentary thrill through her, but then that was replaced by a
feeling of violation. She spun, trying to see who had invaded her personal
space, but the crush of the crowd made it impossible to determine who had
done so. She grimaced, trying to elbow her way closer to the keg. The
sooner that she got her drink, the sooner she could retreat to a less
crowded area of the party.
It took about five minutes more for the girls to get their drinks and fall
back from the crush of people. They chose a small spot near a small
stairway, which led to the back deck of the house.
"So, you gonna dance?" Mallory asked Maggie, her eyes scanning the crowd.
"Lotsa cute guys here."
"I thought you had a boyfriend," Maggie stated flatly.
"I have a boyfriend. I am not DEAD," Mallory replied, although her costume
might have suggested otherwise.
Beth, being designated sober chick, was simply nursing a can of soda.
She'd remained rather quiet, not speaking to Maggie directly. Of course,
she was Mallory's friend, not Maggie's, so the awkwardness was not that
unusual.
As Maggie raised the cup of beer to take a sip, a large fraternity member
raced down the stairs. Seemingly unaware of her presence, his body smashed
into her hand, knocking the drink to the ground. Maggie narrowly avoided
being soaked by cheap beer, and groaned, looking at the guy, who had
stopped and looked at her with a theatrically pained expression.
"Sorry, babe!" The large man's face was not classically handsome, in fact
being rather plain. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Combined with the Frankenstein
costume, he looked like a cross between a linebacker and Boris Karloff's
illegitimate son. "Tell you what, I'll get you another one. Hey, loved
your set earlier." With that he stumbled off in the direction of the beer
keg, jostling his way through the crowd.
"Oh, that sucks," Mallory groaned at the situation. She had not been as
lucky as Maggie, catching a few drops of the beer on the low cut top she
was wearing. "I spent too long on this costume. Damn straight he had
better get you another beer."
Maggie just shrugged, looking at the beer crowd. She supposed that she
could wait here. Anything was better than getting her ass grabbed in the
crowd again.
"I'll wait here for him. You go have fun," Maggie offered, resigning
herself to a wait.
"See you in a bit!" Mallory grinned, drinking the remainder of her beer,
then rushing to a section where a few people were trying to dance to
Oedipus and the Mama's Boys rendition of "Smells Like Teen Spirit."
"Guitar Witch! Nice!" a voice at her shoulder called. She turned to see
another fraternity member, tall with a thin goatee, standing above her on
the stairs. "Glad you stuck around. Ya need a drink?"
Maggie smiled, liking the attention. At least he was not commenting on her
body overtly.
"Nah, thanks. Got one on the way." She pointed towards the crowd, where
her inadvertent assailant was nearing the center of the mass.
"Cool. So, you're in Fish Slapping Dance." As the tall guy descended the
stairs, Maggie noted the red outfit, complete with little devil horns.
Another clich? costume, but it worked. With the frat boy's coloration, he
looked appropriately satanic. "I have to admit that I voted against you
guys for the opening act. I was hoping we could get Sliced Bread."
"Well, thanks for being honest," Maggie shrugged. "Name's Maggie, by the
way."
"Hey Maggie, I'm Chad." The Satan replied. "I'm pretty glad that I got
voted down. " His gaze ran over Maggie's body rather obviously. "We got
some actual entertainment."
Maggie shrugged off the look, even though it made her slightly
uncomfortable. It's just a standard guy thing, she reminded herself.
"Well, glad you liked it." She looked over at the crowd again, noting that
the Frankenstein Forty-Niner was on his way back. "We didn't really have
as much time as I'd like to rehearse, but..."
"Right..." Chad interrupted her. "I mean, ya know, I guess they figured
that having such a hot chick as yourself, you couldn't actually play an
instrument."
"Uh... No. I meant that we hadn't had a lot..." Maggie explained, before
she was interrupted again, this time by a large cup of cheap amber beer
being handed to her.
"Sorry about that. Here you go. Ready?" The monster quarterback announced
loudly. "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"
The chant was taken up by Chad, as well as a few other fraternity members
who were nearby. Maggie groaned, realizing that until she finished the
beer, they probably wouldn't leave her alone. She eyed the cup, noting
that it was a large one: plastic and red. Mentally calculating, she
figured it was about one and a half beers. Well below her limit as a man.
Thinking quickly, she halved her limit as a precaution. Should be just
fine.
Smiling to the frat members chants, she inhaled deeply, raising the cup to
her lips. She immediately began to chug the cool liquid, the first beer
that she'd had in months of subjective time. The beer was weak, barely
even registering to the back of her throat, despite a slight strange
flavor that she hadn't expected. Pushing the brief taste to the back of
her mind, she concentrated on her drink.
The chant got stronger as she drank, until with a final exhale, she
drained the cup. Unable to resist, she slammed the base of the cup against
her forehead, crumpling it. She probably had messed up her makeup a bit,
but it seemed appropriate. The frat members who were around her cheered,
Chad grabbing her around the shoulder.
"WHOO! PARTY!" he shouted loudly. Maggie was still a bit out of breath
>from the effort, but was definitely getting into the feel of the
gathering. "Another drink for the witch!"
Maggie shook her head. She was not going to get uber-drunk, and had no
intentions of making the same mistakes that she had made in the past. She
noted that there already was another cup being handed to her, which she
declined.
"Thanks guys, but one's my limit," she apologized, looking around the
party for Mallory. She was already feeling the warmth in the pit of her
stomach, and knew that she'd probably have a nice buzz from what she'd
already drank.
"Awww, C'mon. One more won't kill you." Chad proffered the cup to her
again. The look on his face was a bit strange however, and Maggie wasn't
sure what it meant.
"No. Thanks though." She put on her "Serious Face" with the statement.
"I've got to study tomorrow, so I don't need a hangover."
"Cool." Chad nodded, that strange look still there. "So, uh, what's your
major?"
"Don't have one yet, but I'm thinking about Physics," Maggie answered,
glad to change the subject. She had caught a glimpse of Mallory out of the
corner of her eye, dancing with another member of the fraternity. Dancing
pretty close actually, but Maggie just figured that was her business.
Chad continued the small talk, and Maggie started to loosen up a bit. She
knew that she was being flirted with, and really didn't care. It was nice
to just sit back and socialize. Chad tried several times to get Maggie to
have another drink, which was a bit annoying; not to mention an obvious
attempt to get her drunk. She was actually feeling rather smug about not
falling for it, when she realized that she was starting to get dizzy.
Her hand snaked out, grasping the railing of the stairwell, as the bright
colors of the costumes around her seemed to move and blend together.
Maggie's mind whirled, trying to think. What happened, she'd only had one
beer, not enough to make her...
The thought struck her, as she looked up towards Chad, who still had that
strange expression, but it was now mixed with a positively demonic grin.
Her mind raced back to that slightly strange taste. It had been
chemical...
Somebody slipped me a ROOFIE, her mind screamed at her. FIND MALLORY!
"You Ok?" Chad's voice seemed distant, but far too confident. "Maybe you
should lie down or something."
Maggie shook her head forcefully, looking around at the grinning, drunken
members of the Fraternity. A brief flash of red hair in the distance was
all that she needed in order to lunge forward, past the small group that
had encircled her.
"Hey, witch girl, you better sit down..." Chad's voice over her shoulder
seemed far to close for comfort, as she weakly tried to shove her way
towards the dancing figure of her friend. She seemed so far away, and
Maggie could feel her head swimming.
"MALLory..." She thought she shouted, but knew the voice had come out as a
weak gasp. She pushed harder against the group of people in front of her.
She didn't know how much longer she had until she would pass out. Her
vision began to blur, shapes becoming indistinct. Her legs buckled, and
her hands outstretched, barely breaking her fall to the soil of the back
yard. As she did so, her beret came loose, her hair spilling into her
vision.
Maggie was stunned by the impact, scrabbling at the ground, her hands
trying to raise her to a sitting position. She felt so weak, and her mind
wanted nothing more than to simply drop off to sleep. She fought the urge,
as she felt hands under her arms, raising her to a pair of shoulders.
"Easy babe." She could barely see, but recognized the voice as that of
Chad. "Tell you what, you just need to lie down. Fred and I are gonna take
you on up to my room and let you sleep it off." The voice was obviously
feigning a calm caring manner.
Maggie shook her head as forcefully as she could, letting her entire body
go limp. Perhaps if they had to carry her entire weight.
"Hey, Witch babe! Walk with me here," Chad grunted. "C'mon, just a up the
stairs."
Maggie tried to think of any solution, but she could feel herself slipping
away. Gathering every bit of strength she had, she pushed it to her
diaphragm. The scream that emanated from her lips seemed to echo in her
ears, as she tilted her head, trying to look around.
"HEY! What's going on?" The voice was that of Beth, Mallory's friend.
Maggie squinted, making out her shape in front of them.
"Oh hey, your friend here just had a little too much to drink. We're
taking her someplace where she can lie down." Chad's voice was soft, but
even through the haze; Maggie could tell that he had far more in mind.
"Maggie?" Beth's voice was soft, and close to her ear, "They're taking you
someplace you can lie down, ok?"
Maggie shook her head forcefully, unable to control more than the most
general movements.
"Mallory... Get me back..."
"What? Mallory's here..." Beth's voice was farther away, but was still
close.
"Maggie? You drank too much. You need to lie down! OK?" Mallory's voice
was close, but a welcome sound nonetheless. The sheer panic was gone, but
Maggie still knew how precarious her situation.
"One... 'nly ONE!" Maggie could barely pronounce the words, the effort
nearly making her slip into unconsciousness.
"Hey, you guys, take her to my car, ok?" Mallory's voice sounded calm, but
there was a sudden snap of force to it.
"My room's closer..." Chad began, before Maggie felt the world go totally
black.
----
The sunlight that streamed into the window of the dorm room brought a
pounding headache with its brilliance. Maggie moaned, her temples
throbbing. Her eyes focused slowly, before she realized where she was. Her
mind flashed back to the night before, trying to remember what had
happened.
Maggie felt sick in the pit of her stomach, a roiling ache that spread
through her body as she moved. Had it happened? The memory of waking up in
the fraternity members bed as a male was vivid again, a bright sharp
image. The face, she recalled. Dark, with a goatee.
But she wasn't there this time. She looked around. It was her dorm room.
She was home. She breathed, a deep sigh of relief.
It had been so close. So close to history repeating itself. Despite all
the changes, despite all the acceptance of what had happened to her, it
had been so close to that same violation.
Why was it different this time? Why wasn't she there?
Her friends. That was what was different. In her previous run-through, she
hadn't had any. Mallory and Beth had listened, and they had cared. So,
instead of lying naked in the bed of a fraternity member, here she was at
home.
Unsteadily, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She paused there
a moment, taking in her breath in long deep sighs. Her eyes focused on a
small note on the nightstand, and she reached out and took it, scanning
the words.
"Maggie, We got you home fine last night. That guy you were with kept
saying that you wanted to go to his room, so sorry if I screwed over your
hook-up. He did give me his number, so you can call him if you want. It's
on your desk. P.s. Did you HAVE to drink him handsome?"
Maggie's eyes immediately went to her desk, where a small scrap of paper
lay. She immediately lunged for it, and her fingers made confetti of the
vile digits.
Goddamn assholes. Her mind went to the night before, and the euphoria of
the performance. What had been her mistake? Trusting an asshole. She knew
>from her previous life what kind of people were in that house. Why had
she trusted them, even for an instant? Because she wanted to. She had
wanted so hard to think of this life as a complete reset. She could not
just jettison her former life, since by doing so, she would most likely
make the same mistakes as she had the first time. It had been far, far too
close.
Food. Best thing for a hangover. She made an aborted attempt at the door,
before realizing that she still had the remains of her green makeup on her
face. Combined with a little dirt. She realized that she probably looked
like a refugee from a bargain basement beauty parlor.
At least she had been put to bed in her clothes. She stumbled from her
room, towel clutched in one hand, and small bag of toiletries in the
other, towards the showers at the end of the hall. She pushed open the
door, stepping into the deserted bathroom.
She moved to one of the showers at the end of the row, hanging her towel
on a nearby rack, before carefully shucking her clothes. She noted with
some anger the red abrasions on her hand where it had impacted on a rock
during her fall. She reached in, turning on the scalding spray of water,
tempering it with a dollop of cold.
She felt filthy. The fact that she was filthy was irrelevant. There was a
feeling of slime that felt like it lay one layer below her skin. The
green makeup melted under the warm spray, aided with a generous helping of
soap. She soaked her hair, trying to enjoy the feel of the hot spray
running through her strands.
The feelings of warmth, and the soft scents of soap wafted over her, the
pain in her head subsiding. She sighed again, merely reveling in the
feelings. She hadn't done this in a long time, as far as actually enjoying
a shower went. She had rushed them, merely viewing them as a necessary
evil.
Maggie realized how frightened she had been. Last night, she had left fear
behind. Not only had she left fear behind, but by doing so, things had
turned out better than before. Far better. Her hands slid over her body,
wiping away the last vestiges of grime. No more fear, she swore to
herself.
She inhaled deeply, running her hands over her body again. She didn't pull
away, merely touching her own skin. The warm water caused her fingers to
slide, and she merely allowed them to move. Wherever it felt right, her
hands moved. She swallowed, wondering how long she had been in the shower,
but at the same time, not caring.
There was a thought. A twinge, deep in Maggie's mind. She knew it was
herself, trying to stop her. James was still afraid. In many ways, he
always had been afraid. She knew that now. James... she... I...
A tear came unbidden to her eye, washed away instantly by the coursing hot
water. James was gone, and she knew it. She missed him, loved him, but
knew that he no longer existed. He was a fond, sad memory.
"I'm sorry James," she whispered softly, "But I can't be you anymore."
With that, she turned off the water, and then wrapped the towel about
herself. She brushed her hair back, over her shoulders. She collected her
clothes and things, leaving the bathroom. A faint steam followed her back
into the hall.
---
"So you couldn't find my hat, huh?" Maggie complained to Mallory later
that night. They were sitting in the cafeteria, talking over their dinner.
"I was a little more concerned with getting you home, and you're welcome,
by the way," Mallory stated. "I had to leave the guy I was with hanging."
"Thank you and Sorry," Maggie apologized. "Next time I don't let somebody
else get my beer."
"One beer? You really are a lightweight," Mallory chuckled, "You're sure?"
"I'm not that stupid, especially after that situation with the Tau chick,"
Maggie explained, taking a large bite of her burger. "I think somebody
dropped a roofie in my drink."
"Just randomly? C'mon," Mallory explained. "Maybe you just drank more than
you remember."
"Well, at least I didn't wake up in Mr. Satan's bed," Maggie shrugged.
"But I think I'll just play the gigs and let you do the partying."
"Oh shit, I forgot," Mallory exclaimed, "Sherrie called last night, but
you were unconscious."
"Oh."
"Yeah, call her back, ok?" Mallory got up to leave, taking her tray with
her.
"Hey Mallory?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you. I MEAN it."
Mallory got an impish grin on her face, before she replied.
"How MUCH do you mean it?" With that, she winked and walked off, leaving
Maggie with a jaw sitting on the table.
Mallory had said that she had a boyfriend. Hadn't she said that she wasn't
into... Maggie's head swum again. She's flirting with me, Maggie thought,
isn't she? Or is she playing some kind of game? She had thought she left
this crap behind when she stopped being a guy.
----
Finals came quickly, with Maggie throwing herself into her schoolwork.
Apart from her daily relaxation with her guitar, she did very little
partying. It wasn't that she was afraid, rather that she was cautious. She
avoided fraternity parties, tending to drift towards unofficial school
functions. She began to think of herself as a social selective, rather
than a social outcast.
She had gained a nickname however. It was a common greeting as she walked
down the halls, or met an acquaintance for lunch. She made initial
attempts to stop it, but there had been FAR too many people at that party
to prevent it from spreading among the student body. She grudgingly
accepted it, even when the student newspaper printed her name as "Maggie
'Witch' Fletcher".
Maggie walked out of her final physics test with confidence. She had gone
to every class, and completed every assignment. She knew, just like every
other class, that she had passed, and passed well.
She wandered about the school, the light covering of snow on the ground
crunching under her shoes. She drew her jacket about herself, the same one
that she had worn for her Halloween costume. Combined with a sweater, it
was plenty warm, and allowed her to keep a vestige of her former life,
albeit adapted to her new circumstances. The one armed bomber had been
consigned to its fate as a vest only two weeks earlier.
She reflected that she was going to be catching a plane back to Monterey
the next day, and she had mixed feelings about it. On one hand, it would
be a delight to see Elaine again, and to tell her all about the fun
experiences that she'd had at college. On the other hand, there was
Randall...
Randall. At the thought of the name, a cold shiver ran up her spine. He
would be a problem. She momentarily thought about trying to live on the
streets for the two weeks of winter break, before immediately jettisoning
the idea.
There was no reason that he should have the upper hand when she returned.
She had taught him a very strong lesson about pulling any moves on her.
The more she thought about it, the more her confidence returned. Her
mother might not believe her about what a scumbag he was, but Maggie no
longer needed her to.
The pleasant thought still ran though her mind as she returned to the dorm
and began to pack her traveling bag. She'd be home soon, and the future,
well, the future could take care of itself.
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