Note: Portrait of Jenny 

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There was a young couple driving along in a black van. It had a fire streak on the side and a personalized license plate that read White Tiger. The girl looked out the window while fiddling with her bracelet as the boy turned up the radio.

"Oh, Denny, that's my favorite song," she said smiling as she checked the bracelet to make sure the green light was on.

"I know," he said as he turned another corner. "I don't really go for the 80s pop music, but if you like it that's fine with me."

"Usually I don't, but there's something about this song," Jenny said and started to sing along. "Send me an angel..." she sang.

"You are the Angel," Denny said as he kept driving.

"No, I'm not," she said blushing. "You only say that because..."

"It's true," he finished. "...and, Jen, don't argue with me." She looked into the mirror to make sure her hair wasn't too messy. It looked long and brown today and her eyes were a dusty brown color instead of their usual red, but that was because her special bracelet made it appear that way.

"Alright, you win," Jenny said. "I just wished I looked like this all the time."

"I don't," Denny said. "You'd look too ordinary like this, besides your blue skin is very sexy." She blushed even deeper at that comment. "I just wish you didn't have to hide it so much."

"When we're in public we have no choice, and..."

Without warning something hit the van as Denny was in the process of parking it. Jenny screamed as an unknown object hit the windshield and doubled over onto the ground. By instinct, Jenny opened the van door and flew out to investigate the incident.

"Jen, wait," Denny said, trying to get his seat belt off.

She was already on the scene as she discovered the body of what looked like a human boy. She checked for a pulse. There was one to her relief. She looked upon his face and saw the burn marks around his mouth.

"Denny, come quick," Jenny shouted. "He's hurt." She recognized this boy. He was the one who made all that trouble for Reese and Cree a few months back and got them arrested. "It's that guy Drake," she said. She was a bit confused by his appearance. What could have happened to him that he received a wound like that?

With Jenny's last word she felt a pair of hands on her neck. She looked down to see the intense hatred in the boy's eyes. Jenny gasped for air, and in her frightened state she faded out in hopes of throwing her attacker off balance. All it made him do was squeeze tighter. With her air supply cut off she was sure she was going to die as she struggled to break his hold on her, but he was too strong. She closed her eyes and prepared for death, but suddenly she was released and fell to the ground gasping.

"Jenny," she heard Denny call her name. She was still coughing and gasping as she felt his gentle arms wrap around her. "Baby, are you alright?"

"Yeah," she said, trying to breathe. "I... think... so."

"I'm taking you home," Denny said and helped her to her feet.

"What about him?" Jenny asked.

"After what he tried to do to you, he can rot on the street for all I care," Denny said as he tried to help her to her feet, but Jenny protested as she looked down at the helpless boy on the ground.

"Denny, we just can't leave him here," Jenny said and knelt down to take a pulse. "He's still alive and needs help."

"He tried to kill you," Denny said, trying to make Jenny see the reality of the situation. "Given half the chance he'll do it again. Don't you realize who this guy is?"

"Yes, l know," Jenny said. She had never met him in person, but had a few run-ins with his girlfriend Lea. "It's Drake."

"That's right," Denny said as he took her arm and tried to lead her back to the van. "He's nothing but a lowlife who got what he deserved."

Jenny gave him a scolding look and then said, "I know he's done a lot of bad things, but he needs help." Denny rolled his eyes not believing what she had just said. "So if we help him then maybe..."

"He'll change," Denny said, finishing her sentence. "Yeah, right."

"Well, maybe not, but he at least deserves a chance," she said and tried to lift up the unconscious boy's head. His forehead was burning, which made Jenny even more worried about his condition. "Anyway, I think he's like us, and if he is we have to help him."

Denny realized there was no arguing with her. Jenny may have had the appearance of a demon on the outside, but on the inside, she had the heart of an angel. "So, where's the nearest hospital?"

"Not a hospital," Jenny said. "If he is a Sadian, then it might make things worse for him."

"You're not suggesting that we take him back to the Institute," Denny said shocked that she would even make such a suggestion. "No way."

"But Reese's mom can heal him, and he would be safe there." Denny was shocked and just shook his head at the whole idea. He looked down to see Jenny giving him that particular stare. Then he knew there was no choice. How did she do that? It's a mystery he knew he might never solve.

He helped Jenny pick up the boy and put him in the back of the van. Before he was about to close the rear door, he looked over at Jenny and took out his keys. "You drive, and I'll babysit," he said. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and smiled.

"Thanks, Denny," she said.

"I still say this is a bad idea," he said and she quickly made her way to the driver seat. He hopped in the back and closed the doors. Their passenger started to stir, but quickly faded into unconsciousness again. "I think Reese has some rope back here. Maybe we should tie him up."

"Denny, that won't be necessary," Jenny said and looked back to see that Drake wasn't even moving. "He's too weak to do anything" As she started up the van she looked back at Denny once more with a hopeful look on her face. "It'll work out. You'll see."

He just wished he could have the same optimism as his girlfriend, but something told him that they just created a disastrous situation.

So, now you know what happened to Drake. There is bad blood between him and kids at the Drell Institute and the bad situation just might become explosive. Be here next to time to find out what happens next.