VAfter Beckham had Violet at the gym taking our her frustrations on a punching bag they headed back to his cabin. Kicking her legs up on the hammock that hung from his ceiling beams she shuffled through the box of Polaroid's he had kept. All the main photos went up on his wall, the box was either ones that didn't come out well or ones that didn't really "make the wall" as he would put it. From blurry photos to ones that were at a bad angle, you could tell why they were in the box. "You've definitely mastered your camera skills. Some of these are sh*t." She grinned, holding out one that looked like it was from when he was a teen, perhaps it was Feng? It was hard to tell with the terrible angle of the camera.

BBeing at the gym was constant for Beckham, it was rare to not see him in it. He vowed to even help Violet learn to protect herself with the use of boxing, he never liked when other kids picked on her growing up. Maybe that’s why his attitude is the way it is because of that, but he also never wanted to see anything bad happen to Violet especially after her drowning incident which he took great joy in killing the kids who did it. 

As they returned back to his cabin after a long work out session he walked over to his fridge grabbing them both a water bottle before handing one to her. Seeing her going through old pictures, picture he hadn’t seen in ages. Lately, with his pictures they’ve made it on the wall, “yeah I was teen then,” he laughed as he plopped down on the couch as he sipped on his water, “at least it’s better pretty much all my pictures make the wall these days,” he laughed lightly seeing the picture of what looked like Feng, “I need to burn those one of these days…”

VViolet took the water bottle and basically downed the entire thing immediately, tossing the empty one near the recycling can. "Now why would you burn these?" She sorted through some more, blurry ones of campers with blood streaming down their face, selfies poorly angled, some that didn't develop well. "Memories Beck, can't burn the memories. All of theses were moments you wanted to remember, moments you..." She felt her speech die down as she flipped to a photo that almost made her breath stop. It was Ghost Boy, hand around the throat of a victim who had blood streaming out of her eyes and down her face. A girl with curly red head...Violet. Piercing blue eyes starred at it, her brows furrowed as she remember that was the first Blood Moon she was a victim in, and the worse of it all was her best friend was the killer. The outcome, live or die, was fine. That was the game. But in her hands was a memory, a photo of her death and a very perky Ghost Boy proud of his kill. Violet shook her head very slowly, she understood why the photo was taken, that was just Ghost Boy's thing...but why has Beckham kept it. Slowly her head panned toward him, her face twisted with hurt, "Why do you have this?"

B“Look you gotta admit my selfie game is on point now,” he said with a mere chuckle before taking a sip of his water. It was definitely needed after the workout they had in the gym. That became nearly a daily thing for them, boxing early in the morning and then after he’d washed up he’d relax in his cabin a bit before having to head out to the rec center to check up on the campers. Even though he knew they were well taken care of by his leads he always liked to have his eyes on what’s going on at the rec center.

Laying his head back against the couch he stared up towards the ceiling as he let violet continue to look at his box of old un important pictures. The trophies that didn’t make the wall. Then he heard Violet’s question “why do you have this?” He lifted his head up and looked over towards her seeing the picture in hand. He sat up for a moment as he leaned forwards to get a better view and then he saw it a picture of violet. His eyes slightly widen as he looked from the picture to Violet.

“I honestly didn’t even know it was in there… that was so long ago Vi,” he said as he sat back, the real reason was his alter was d*ck and he indulged in all his victims and at any time he tried to get rid of his memorabilia’s he’d stop him.

VThat was so long ago Vi. She starred at him, "Yeah, but at some point you put this in that box to keep..." She didn't know why this struck a chord, but it did. "Is that a memory you want to keep? Killing me? I know that's not you're intention, but why did you keep it?" How could she tell him she was hurt? Shouldn't he already know that? The two have always been able to read one another and she could now tell by the look on his face and the tone of her voice that he could tell she was upset. 

Violet pushed herself up from the hammock, her feet hit the floor as she stood, her eyes never left him. "Doesn't matter how long ago it was, I would never want to remember offing you in a Blood Moon. Hell I just offed Joey and as much as her and I but heads I would never want to remember that! The look on Nate's face when The Entity took her killed me. Then Kate? I moried her! I flat out murdered her. She's gone. I can't stop seeing the look on her face as Sally choked the life from her. I know taking these is out of your control, but to keep this one?" She felt her eyes getting hot with emotion as she took the photo from his hands and tore it in half.

BHe knew the moment she saw the picture she’d be upset and in his defense he never knew it existed. Mainly because his Alter enjoyed the blood moon, he enjoyed the fact he moried people for fun. To him it wasn’t just a game, it was his sorce of entertainment and it didn’t matter who he killed. He always brought home a keep sake, which mainly was a picture of his victims. Although, this stung a little more. He could feel how hurt Violet was and there wasn’t anything he could do or say to make it better. Yes, he had control of his alter, but at the same time his Alter did things he didn’t know about at times. There was always a dark spot in his mind that he couldn’t seem to unlock.

“Violet you know…” he sat up a bit as he spoke to her, “I wouldn’t have kept that, me Beck… I wouldn’t have done that to you,” he said mad at himself for not knowing it was in there. “Oh poor nursey nurse is upset.” He heard a voice chime into his head. “You are my best friend Vi, I wouldn’t keep it. Not me personally and if I had known it was in there I would of destroyed it myself.” He said knowing damn well even then he couldn’t destroy anything his Alter owned anytime he’d try it’s like he’d black out.

The moment she ripped the photo in half it felt like it happened quickly. A dark shroud engulfed his body and seconds later his alter emerged not in his usual attire instead Violet got full view of what he looked like behind the mask, a younger spitting image of Beckham’s father. He was now standing towering over Violet, “how dare you touch what isn’t yours,” his voice different now, Beckham was nowhere to be seen and no longer in control.

VThe hurt in her eyes was apparent, and Beckham cared, that much she knew. It was Ghost Face who didn't have a bone in his body to have sympathy. There had been some instances in their past of Ghost Face not understanding Beckham and Violet's friendship, it wasn't a new thing to them. Where Beckham and Violet were close, Sally and Ghost Face hated one another. As Beck spoke, she listened, understood, she knew he was right. That wouldn't be a memory he would want to keep, to see, but before his sentence had finished her emotions had already gotten the best of her and the photo was torn in half, floating to the floor.

There was a glint in Beck's eye that flashed just before the photo hit the floor. A beat didn't even pass and suddenly Beck's voice shifted, Violet knew all to well what was happening. As an image of Stu stood in front of her she backed away, knowing she f***ed up and Beckham wasn't here to help her. As she stepped back she hit the hammock, it stumbled her off her feet and she fell to the ground, still pushing away from him. Perfect horror movie scene, as the killer towered over their victim. "Beckham." She murmured, "Beckham come on, come back out..." Her voice shook a bit, "Beck please..."

BHis movements were so fluid, so quick his hand had grabbed for the knife that had been sitting on the makeshift coffee table as he began to move closer to Violet. The one thing that made Ghostface so strong was his bond with Beckham, the bond the two shared made them equally both strong however Beckham did have more control something about this moment made it hard for Beckham to take back control instead he watched himself now towering over his best friend.

“You think he’s going to come out and save you, you’re wrong little nurse… no one is,” his alter said the knife glinting against the light as he tilted his head a bit surveying her like he was planning something, “you know, Violet…” he said as he looked towards the camera that sat on Beckham’s desk a sinister smirk played along his lips, “so you ripped my picture of you… maybe we can reenact it right here… OUT of the trial,” he said a hint of anger in his voice.

Beckham was fighting a power struggle between the two. He himself would never lay a hand on any of his friends, but Ghostface on the other cared for no one. 

His Alter reached own to grab Violet’s ankle yanking her towards him, “I promise, I won’t make it quick…” he said knowing if she were to struggle he could manage being that Beckham kept them both pretty damn fit making it almost damn near impossible to get away from his grasp, “this time I’ll make sure you’re smack dab in the middle of my shrine,” he said an evil sadistic smirk played along his lips cause his dimples to show as he did.

VAs Beckham...no, this wasn't Beckham anymore. As Ghostface moved closer to her she felt fear and let me tell you this, Violet doesn't fear much. You think he’s going to come out and save you, you’re wrong little nurse… no one is... The tone of his voice changed in his alter, although it was still Beckham's, she could tell the difference in how low it got. There was a haunting itch that added to his typically smooth voice. Violet scooted back more, slower this time as to not cause sudden movements. A lock of red curl fell into her face as she peered up at him. 

"BECKHAM!" She screamed as he suddenly darted down and grabbed her ankle, "Beck please!" She tried to get through to him, but she never could. The connection the two had was strong, but it could never beat how close Beckham was to his alter. Perhaps what is what made him so special, made him The Favorite Child. Struggle was useless, although Violet was much stronger now she was still very small, she wouldn't win against him, heck it was difficult for Nate to even do so. "I'm so sorry Beck." She mumbled as she lifted her other foot and kicked him straight across his face.

BBeckham always knew and understood why he as deemed the “favorite” or the “golden child”, because even when he was younger he never showed any kind of hesitation when it came to killing. No matter where they were in camp, Bernice was always watching. She knew there was something much darker in him then what the others had. He showed no fear in times the entity needed bloodshed, he did it as if it was something normal.

His bond was strong with his Alter, no one in camp had been able to pull him out of his alter. Everyone had tried, but something Ghostface did seemed to block that from happening. On most occasions Beckham would fight back until he finally regained control. There had been times Beckham would fight back and lose sitting on the sidelines while Ghostface had his fun.

This time was different Violet was in danger, “STOP!” he shouted, but his please were ignored. Ghostface was mad, worse he wanted payback for her ripping his pictures, his prized possessions. When Violet had kicked him the face caused Ghostface to stumble back a slight heavy groan escaped his lips, but his recovery was quick. There was one thing on his mind, Death. Her Death.

VViolet always struggled with the tied between Ghostface and Beckham, she hated the hold he had over her best friend. Beckham always told her not to worry, but that never helped. She struggled to get back on her feet and once she did she pushed the chair over in front of him, an attempt to get away. Running toward the door she pulled it open, running out into the living-room space of his cabin she made a run for the door.

Sure, an angry Ghostie on the loose was not ideal but after the sh*t she had been enduring she wasn't about to go through another death so soon.

BHe straightened up as he began to chase after her pushing the chair away from him hearing it crash against the wall as he took off running for her. He caught up to her right as she seemed to reach the front door of his cabin, his hand grabbing the back of her head slamming her face against the wall before throwing her down on the ground face down. 

Beckham knew what Ghostface was trying to do. He was gonna try and replace the picture she tore up. Kneeling over her instead of plunging his knife into her back he grabbed her a chunk of her hair to lift her head up moving his blade to her neck and just before he could slice her neck Beckham had taken over. Quickly dropping the knife as he moved away from her terrified at himself for what his alter did, “Vi…” he said his voice softened as he carefully picked her up to place her on the couch.

VViolet screamed, she felt her cheek smash into the wood and her nose began to gush warm, stick, red blood. There wasn't even a moment to blink she was on the ground, not even remembering him throwing her down. Thick red coated her upper lip, she could taste the iron goo. The feeling of him grabbing a hunk of her hair took her breath away, she stopped fighting him there was no use. Taking shaky breaths she felt him lift her head and the cold blade touched the heat of her skin. 

Closing he eyes she waited for the pain, waited to feel the blood slip down her chest and drip to the floor. Only that didn't happen, the grip on her hair loosened and she felt the blade fall to the floor. Finally a breath left her lips and she felt herself collapse to the floor, her head beginning to feel woozy. The world got to spinning and she felt weightless for a moment, until the soft cushion of the couch met her back. "Beck..." She mumbled weakly, she felt the blood as she ran her tongue over her top lip as she reached up for him, "Are you...you?"

BHe sat at the edge of the couch as he looked her over making sure nothing was broken, hearing his name he looked over towards her, “It’s me, I swear,” he said, he hated that he let his alter do this to her but he also knew he had no control over it. His alter did as he pleased just like he did, their bond was something that was inseparable. Often times one was stronger then the other, “I’m sorry Vi, I don’t know what happened,” he said usually he was more in control but something about ripping up that paper did something to Ghostface though he didn’t even know why it was kept in the first place.

VViolet felt the room was spinning, her head smacking the wall really uh...hit her. She wiped her hand over her mouth and saw the blood coat her skin, "You...you didn't know." She spoke shakily and looked over at him, "I'm s-sorry." She coughed, then groaned at the pain that pulsed through her head. Her hand reached over and took his, her blood smeared over his skin as she did. "You didn't mean it...I know that. I should...should have known better." She closed her eyes and took a slow, but deep breath. "I think I have a concussion."

BHe held her hand as he looked at her, there were a few people who really had seen the softer side of him and it wasn’t many mainly Violet and Nate, “if I had known I would of burnt it…” he sighed softly, “there’s this blank spot in my head like he’s hiding something,” he couldn’t understand it they were bonded but Ghostface knew how to hide certain things, “let’s get you to med bay,” he let go of her hand and scooped her back into his arms carefully. There were only a few people he never wanted to hurt and she was one of them, “just stay awake for me ok.”

VViolet nodded, "I know, trust me I know. It's just...hard sometimes. You two are so connected, over the years it just...blurs." She shrugged a little, squeezing his hand. Beckham was her best friend, she trusted him, even with Ghostface inside. As he lifted her up she groaned again, her head was throbbing but she agreed, "I know, I'm trying." There wasn't many people she let her guard down around, The Five was the few but Nate and Beckham held special places in her heart. There wasn't many people who could pick her up, she actually hated it since she was younger and people did it just to be funny because of her size. She slipped an arm around his neck to hold herself up, not like he needed the help, "How about we go to Music Hall, you and Nate can play video games and it'll keep me awake since I know you two will bicker." she grinned. 

BHe laughed lightly shaking his head a bit, "you just enjoy us bickering," he said as he helped her out of his cabin, "you know he's gonna be pissed at me for this, even though it's not my fault," he chuckled lightly as they left his cabin to go and buck Nate in his cabin.