The woman sat and stared at the pink iPhone 5c, and the silver ring with a tiny ruby inlaid in it, sitting on the table in front of her. The fingerprint scan confirmed they were the girl's who was presently being tortured. Nothing wrong there.

But the fingerprints ran through the database corresponded to Lea Justin. Who was dead.

That was their first major breakthrough in the investigation. So far, Lea wasn't talking. Despite the extreme methods of torture being used on her, despite the amount of times she cried out in pain, she revealed nothing.

Admittedly, she didn't quite see the point in torturing a dead girl. She wasn't quite sure how it worked, but if she were dead then surely she couldn't die again.

She was meant to come up with something to explain the two items on the table. After all, the reason that they had caught Lea in the first place was because there was extra terrestrial activity zooming off the phone. The ring wasn't a big deal - at least, until they slipped it off, and the purple haired punk shuddered and turned into a twenty-two year old woman with soft blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes.

There were a lot of passwords on the phone. It took her a while to disable it, even with her bosses breathing down her neck. But when she did, she was vastly disappointed to discover that there was nothing unusual about the phone. There was no text messages sent, apps downloaded, or personal features downloaded onto it at all. Just two contacts - Kelly and Juliet. There were numerous phone calls pencilled in, and the one that made them catch her was over a half hour long. She guessed that she'd got away with it for so long because she has kept her calls no longer than six minutes. She had of course tried phoning each of the contacts, but the numbers were invalid.

The ring was the most unusual part. It had changed Lea's appearance in the blink of an eye - yet nothing happened when she had slid it in herself. Even when she managed to get the authority to try it on Lea's finger again, the ring did nothing. She suspected there was some sort of trick to it that they hadn't quite figured out yet.

The woman leaned back in her chair, sighing. She didn't know what she was dealing with, but one thing was for sure - it was extra terrestrial.

***

I surveyed the girls in front of me with upmost approval. I had given each of them a makeover to die for.

Julia's pale blond hair was set in pretty, delicate curls around her pale, heart shaped face. She was wearing a sapphire blue strappy top, skinny white jeans and blue heels. All the blue brought out the colour of her eyes nicely, her lashes had a slick of mascara on then, and her lips were a pale, glossy pink.

Harriet looked rather rebellious, and had a don't mess with me or you'll regret it look about her. Her ginger hair was blow dried and back combed so it had much more volume than before. On her was a black leather jacket over a vest top, with one side tucked into her tight jeans, and a pair of biker boots. I'd given her smoky eyes and statement red lipstick.

But it was Fiona who was the most changed, and I'd put the most effort into. Her dark brown hair now had blonde dye at the ends, a fact backed up by the state of the girl's bathroom. Her glasses were gone, replaced by contact lenses. She was wearing a pair of black killer heels that took ages to show her how to walk in, with a strapless, figure hugging, blood red dress that reached mid thigh. She had a fair amount of make up on, but it wasn't too heavy. Nathan was going to regret not giving her a second glance in that coffee shop.

As for myself? Hair straightened,  green dress, heels, glittery green eyeshadow and soft pink lips.

"I think my work is done here," I grinned. "Let's go party!"

It took about ten minutes to walk to the derelict building in which Nathan was having his party. You could hear the pumping music and drunken yells from outside. I knocked smartly on the door, and a blonde swung it open.

"Come on in!" She invited us with a drunken smile, despite the fact it was clearly not her party. We crossed the threshold.

Inside was a mass of sweaty, teenage bodies dancing and drinking in the midst of deafening music. The majority hung onto cups full of liquor, and most were with a member of the opposite sex. I pushed my way through the crowds to the kitchen, pouring out several cups.

"Drink?" I offered to the girls. Julia shakes her head, and Harriet took a cup. Fiona wrinkles her nose.

"I'm not getting drunk. Drunk people do stupid things." She said. I pressed a cup into her hands.

"Come on," I coaxed. "It's only for one night." She looked at me before sighing and taking a gulp.

"You're going to take full responsibility tomorrow morning," she informed me, but I saw her sneakily draining the cup into the plant pot before throwing it into the bin. I took a sip myself, and the repulsive taste of beer made me shudder. However, I knocked down the rest of the cup. It was a party, after all. You sort of have to get drunk. Where was the fun in staying sober?

That's what I kept telling myself three cups later. My vision was starting to blur a little at the edges, and I was laughing a lot more than I usually would. I'd no idea where Fiona was, as she went off to look for Nathan barely ten minutes ago. Julia went off with some boy, and Harriet was dancing - if you could call spinning around the room with a boy dancing. I sat on the edge of the stairs, glancing down at the contents of my cup. I downed the last of it.

"Get off me! Get off!" I turned round to where the sound is coming from. Upstairs. And I was pretty sure that's Julia was voice.

Harriet was a few paces behind me as I climbed the stairs two at a time, pushing my way past couples who really needed to get a room. "Stop it! Please!" I flung open the door to my right.

Needless to say, the couple in there weren't exactly pleased that I'd burst in on them. The girl dove down on the floor to avoid me seeing her, and the boy was coming towards me with a threatening look on his face, despite the fact he was in his birthday suit. I hastily shut the door as Harriet yanked at the next one. "It's locked!" She cried out.

I took a hairpin from my bun, which immediately fell down in a mass of hairspray, hairpins and tangles. I inwardly groaned. Harriet looked suspiciously at me. "What are you doing?" She asked as I fiddled with the keyhole using the pin.

"I've seen this done thousands of times in movies," I said, my tongue sticking out in concentration. "It'll work." As a scream came from inside the room, Harriet pushed me aside and battered at the door with her shoulder. It was a mark of how long the building had been abandoned when the lock gave first time.

I was thankful to say that this time we'd found the right room. Julia was pinned down on top of the bed, with one of Nathan's hefty mates perched on top of her. Her top had already been discarded, lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, and the way the strap on her bra had moved down made me think it was going the same way. Her left eye was a darkish purple colour, and a clump of hair was sticking up on top of her head. The look on his face as he leant forward into her face made me want to punch him as Julia squirmed away, repulsed by his touch.

"Get the hell away from her," I said a lot more bravely than I felt. He looked like one of those boys who regularly went to the gym, and his biceps bulged out of the plain t-shirt he was wearing. He could take all three of us in an instant. He leant back off the bed, getting to his feet. Julia quivered as she pulled her bra strap back up and started fiddling with the clasp - a click ensured it was back on properly.

"I like a good threesome," he said, "but I've never tried a foursome. How about two pairs of us go at once then swap over? I'll take you first, gorgeous." He leered as he grabbed Harriet by the arm and threw her across the room. She collided with the opposite wall with a sickening thud as he closed the door behind us. My heart leapt as she sank to the floor, her eyelids fluttering madly. Harriet wasn't exactly my favourite person, but I didn't want to see her get hurt, especially by that piece of shit.

He started towards her, grabbing her by her hair and yanking her across to the bed like a rag doll. Julia had retrieved her top from the floor and was fully dressed again, shaking in her high heels. However, he seemed to be done with her now he had Harriet. I turned to Julia and gave her a look. "Scream," I whispered. "Like you did the other day."

Julia glanced at Harriet, lying limp on the bed with that brute on her. She gave me a fierce nod and opened her mouth. "MY BEST FRIEND IS BEING HURT GET HER OUT OF HEEEEERE!" She screeched at the top of her lungs. The boy was on her in an instant, slapping his hand over her mouth and another on her wrist, preparing to hurt her. But she didn't give him a chance. A surprised look fluttered across his face before he lets out a yelp, hanging onto his hand. Julia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I'll get back up, get Harriet!" She called as she ran down the stairs.

He came towards me with his arms outstretched, so I aimed a hearty kick to his private place. He sank to the ground groaning and clutching his parts as I grabbed Harriet, checking her pulse. She was breathing, but unconscious. I wrapped my arms around her chest, and prepared to drag her away. Suddenly I heard the wailing of sirens in the distance, and I was suddenly thankful that Julia's idea of back up wasn't more partygoers, but the cops.

Luckily this seemed to scare the brute enough to send him running. Julia raced back up the stairs, grabbing Harriet's legs. Between the two of us, we navigated down the fast emptying stairs. "It's her! She's the one that called the bloody cops!" Someone yelled, pointing at the same blonde girl who opened the door for us earlier, as I realised suddenly that she was wearing the same top as Julia. She protested as several partygoers sent the dirtiest looks in her direction, and half dressed couples looked ready to murder her and pretend it was suicide. And I meant that literally - one of them was even fingering a knife.

We laid Harriet down on the living room floor. It wasn't the greatest place to be, what with the cups and rubbish everywhere. Everyone had vacated the premises in a flash - it was only a few tangled couples that were rushing to put a few articles of clothing on and the really drunk ones that remained. I guessed we cut the party a little short - it was only nine forty five. Suddenly the sound of the sirens was a lot clearer. The police were there.

***

I rubbed my eyes tiredly, leaving a trail of black gooey mascara behind me. Julia looked just as bad beside me. A lot of people were giving us looks - after all, two dishevelled girls wearing party clothing that had obviously been crying and have the make-up to prove it weren't exactly something you see every day. I wondered how much longer we'd be there.

"Miss Kinney and Miss Winters?" We looked up in unison at the mention of our names. The young female nurse in front of us smiled. "You can come on in."

I approached the door cautiously. I'm not exactly sure Harriet would want to see us, after everything. But Julia impatiently pushed me in.

Harriet was in a sterile, white hospital room. She was propped up in her bed wearing a blue nightgown, and looking extremely tired. Her hair was stuck to her face like plaster, and I noted her make up had been removed. Her nose looked a bit mashed up, a mess of pulp and blood. There was something being drip fed into her arm, although I couldn't tell you what. Like I said, Science was never a strong subject for me. She smiled weakly at us.

"I'm so sorry," Julia said straight off, sitting down beside her. "I should have known better than to go off with Henry. It's just, he seemed sweet and actually interested in me. He said all he wanted to do was talk - and although I know a bunch of random facts that don't do anyone any good, I still believe it when boys say they like me, even though ninety nine point nine nine percent of the time it's a dare. So we went up, and well, you know what happened then."

     Harriet reached out to squeeze Julia's arm affectionately. "It wasn't your fault. It was his. He should have known that if he tried to take advantage of you, I'd be on his case." And then she looked at me. "You too, Rosie. You were a good help."

     I was so taken aback by the first time she'd said anything nice to me that all I could do was nod.  "Did they get him?" She asked after a moments pause.

     "I presented physical abuse as my case, which they went with easily. In fact, they're going to have a word with him now. Apparently he's already been reported for similar behaviour, so things are quite serious. But it all turned out alright in the end. Although we were busted for underage drinking, and there was a group of them taking drugs in the attic, so they're being hauled into the station too. They're getting everyone they caught on their way out to clean up tomorrow - which unfortunately includes us. Apparently there's potential buyers coming on Tuesday - although I'll bet they get scared off before they even come. It's all over the news, the hospital are having to keep out reporters wanting to talk to you. However, the main man himself is nowhere to be seen. He was reportedly seen going off with a girl a few minutes before I phoned the police." Julia filled her in.

     "Why isn't Finn and Fiona huddled around my sickbed?" She asked. Julia seemed a little out of breath after her long explanation, so I took it upon myself to respond.

     "Finn didn't come to the party, and we only thought to call him a while ago. We got the answering machine, but he phoned back twenty minutes ago and said he was on his way. As for Fiona, nobody has seen her since she went to look for Nathan. She probably gave up and went home, she wasn't having such a great time anyway. We also got her answering machine but she still hasn't phoned back." Even as I said this, it seemed odd that Fiona still hadn't called. She could talk the hind leg off a donkey, so she never missed a call without good reason.

     The time was approaching midnight when Finn finally arrived, having driven up. Harriet was given another quick check up and then was cleared to go, although she had to come back in a few week's time to make sure everything was healing alright. We bundled a coat Finn thought to bring up over her party outfit and headed back to the car.

     All at once reporters started snapping photos of us leaving the building. Microphones were shoved in Harriet's face.

     "Look at the camera, sweetie!"

     "Can you tell us exactly what happened at the party?"

     "Why were you the target?"

     "Can we hear the story from your point of view?"

     "What are your thoughts on the situation?"

     "Do you feel your attacker should be locked up?"

     "Can you tell our readers where you got that jacket, because it's absolutely gorgeous!"

     "Hey, those two girls were involved too! Apparently he tried to attack all three of them, and blondie was actually his first target! The other two tried to rescue her!" Someone yelled. I stood frozen as the camera lenses swivelled round to face me and Julia. We had so far being been keeping our heads down, literally, and going unnoticed. Finn was shoved aside as all the reporters crowded around us in a massive circle.

     "Who's idea was it to call the police?"

     "How did you alert your friends to the situation when he started attacking you?"

     "What was going through your mind as your rushed to save her?"

     I exchanged a helpless look with Julia. Harriet needed nothing more but to get home, but those reporters didn't look like they were giving up anytime soon.

     "I'll give you the story." A small voice said. Harriet stood up, in the centre of the circle. "I'll tell you everything."

     A hush descended over everyone as a dozen microphones were pressed up to her mouth. Me and Julia stood protectively on either side of her, and I squeezed her fingers to let her know she didn't have to face this alone.

     "I was just having a good time at the party with my friends," Harriet began. "When I heard someone shouting. It sounded a hell of a lot like Julia, my friend here - " Julia blinked as dozens of camera snapped a picture of her " - so me and my other friend Rosie - " it was my turn to be overwhelmed by the camera bulbs flashing " - ran upstairs to see what was wrong. We broke down the door, and found this guy Henry on top of Julia. He gave her this black eye. We tried to go up against him - he left her be for a moment as he came over to deal with us, giving her time to get her clothes back on. He wanted us to do a foursome, and he decided he liked me the most. He threw me across the room, and I hit the wall. The next thing I knew I was in the hospital."

     "Rosie, can you fill in the part Harriet can't remember?" Someone asked me. Everyone turned to me and I gulped.

     "Er, OK. So when Harriet hit the wall she fell unconscious, then he dragged her onto the bed. Julia screamed for help, and she bit him before rushing off to get back up - AKA the police. I kicked him in his parts, got Harriet off the bed, and then police sirens started wailing, as they were only a few minutes away. Everyone got scared off by the sirens and started running away, then the police came. They had a few questions for us while Harriet was taken to hospital. Now we're here." I finished. The reporters stayed quiet for a moment as they scribbled things down, and rewinded footage, and we used the moment to slip away. We walked to car, ignoring the questions shouted after us.

Finn had a massive black car, with two bumper stickers attached to the back. "Shotgun!" I called.

Julia gave me a look. "My hand is on the handle. I'm sitting here."

"Well, you should have called it," I grinned, opening the door and sliding in. Julia and Harriet squeezed in the back, as Finn revved up the engine, and then we sped off.

***

     We reached Julia and Harriet's room at about three in the morning. It'd been a long night, and there was a major traffic jam on the way home. "Why don't you crash in here for the night?" Julia offered. "It's pretty late, and you don't want to disturb Fiona."

     I nodded. "Sure," I said as I pushed open the door and entered the room. It was obvious to see which side belonged to which person. The left hand side's bed was unmade, clothes littering the floor, drawers open with things trailing out. The wall was covered in posters of famous singers, usually with a concert date below. Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Thirty Seconds To Mars and so many more. However, the other side looked so clean and tidy, you would think nobody lived there if it weren't for the wall. A huge college filled the wall, photo after photo after photo. There was some of a tiny toddler with blonde curls and a big grin, right up to the Julia I knew with her arms around Fiona and Harriet in front of the college.

     Julia lent me some pyjamas, and I used a spare duvet and blankets as a makeshift bed on the floor. I fell asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. It'd been a long day.

Say what you like, I don't care. I know that was a really unrealistic party and very stereotypical, but I really don't care. Originally I tried to write a believable one, but it was really short, and then I thought, well, this story is about Cupids anyway so it's already not believable, so I'll just write whatever I like. I didn't plan any of this, and the plot has now changed slightly because of this, but the ending is still the same. One last thing : I have now added pictures of a song on the top of each chapter. Each one relates to that chapter, or is a song mentioned/sung in the chapter. I would recommend listening to them, so I've added their YouTube video on at the end.

Zoe xxx