Will never thought he would get the chance to hold Jason Kane by knife point. Not that he was enjoying it, although it wasn't the worst thing ever to wipe the smug and arrogant look off his face for once.

"I don't think so," Will spoke. He tried to make his voice sound deeper and older but it didn't work. Will could tell Jason recognized his voice because he shivered.

"Will?"

After he ran into Jason in the school hallways Will went back to the club he was in. It wasn't necessarily a club but rather him just helping out his favorite teachers and those that would make him look great on his college applications if they wrote a letter of recommendation. Finally, he finished up all his things, conversed with his teachers a little while longer and headed out. It wasn't until he walked across the parking lot that his day got really messed up.

Will always had a habit of parking his car in a corner because less people noticed it. That also meant there were less people trying to egg it.

As he walked to his car he saw a boy drive into the parking lot in a black car. The boy looked familiar but it wasn't until he saw the sticker on the back of his car that he realised why. He was on the basketball team. He was probably one of the many in Jason's friend group. Will locked his car back up again and made his way to where the other dark haired boy parked. He got out of the car and waited, staring at the main doors. Will kept his distance. He had no idea what one of Jason's friends was doing so late at the school but he was pretty sure it wasn't because he joined the Science Olympiad club.

Finally Jason walked out of the main doors. He and Alex seemed to look at each other before a blonde haired girl tackled him in a hug. Will didn't need super vision to know she had blue eyes. It was Reina Bell. Reina and Jason had what would be considered your regular stereotypical high school couple: the captain of the boys basketball team and the captain of the cheerleading team. As far as Will could tell, Reina was probably one of the better ones in her entire friend group, but that wasn't saying much. She still seemed to blindly side with Jason on everything, which also means she hates Will's guts. And Will, well, he had his own reasons for hating her.

Jason and Reina were talking to each other while his friend waited by the car, leaning back and watching the scene fold out. Then, the doors flung open and Brooklyn Sanders stepped out. Will had talked to Brooke on many occasions but they weren't necessarily friends, more like acquaintances. He knew Brooke was probably in some random club so he didn't think it was unusual that she was there. Not until Reina looked at her. That's when the other boy decided to clear a hundred yard dash across the parking lot in seconds. He heard the boy shout something and Reina turned around as he immediately slowed down to a brisk walk. Brooke walked to the library parking lot where another car was waiting for her as Jason and Reina talked with the other boy. Will took the opportunity to dive behind a car that was closer to the boy's car. Finally, the boy and Jason made their way back to the car and Reina walked away. As they neared, he caught wisps of their conversation.

"What's going on?" Jason asked.

"Just by our luck, today is a shipping day."

"Wait, you mean..." Jason trailed off but Will didn't need him to finish the sentence. There was only one "shipping day" that the kids in this school cared about and it definitely wasn't when the vending machines were refilled.

"So Kane, we going or not?" the other boy asked. He watched Jason hesitate a moment before his face hardened.

"Let's go."

The two boys got in the car and Will knew he just stumbled across something big. The only shipment that was coming in today was one of Russi's bigger loads. Jason Kane and his friend had to be going there. Whether it was to help or stop, Will didn't know but he intended to find out.

"Who?" the other boy asked.

"Shut up!" Will said as he pressed the knives harder against their skin.

Jason talked anyway, "You know that one guy that's always trying to kill me?"

"Both of you," Will emphasized, although he was ignored again.

"You mean that guy that you talked to earlier this evening? The one that's always stalking you?"

"I don't stalk him!" Will refused.

"Yeah," Jason replied, "that guy. His name's Will and he's currently holding knives to our necks."

"Exactly," Will responded, "I have the knife so I suggest you two shut up and let me do the talking."

"Look, dude," the brown haired boy began, "I know Jason and I are amazing and you are probably jealous of us right now."

"What?"

"But usually when people like someone they admire them from a distance not slit their throats and I would rather prefer that you didn't. I mean think about it, if you kill us you wouldn't be able to see this awesomeness everyday and model your looks after us."

Will would've punched a wall if he wasn't holding knives. Or even better, his face. "Who even are you?"

The boy turned to the side and Will could see half of an offended look. "You don't know who I am? The great Alex Haynes? Devourer of pizza and destroyer of..."

"Alex," Jason, suddenly serious, gave a warning look that Will could predict meant "shut the f up".

"Look, Will," Jason said slowly. "I know you're not working for whoever runs this operation. You're just not that kind of person. We aren't either."

Will tightened his grip on the knives. "Prove it."

"I can't."

"Then tell me, why are you here? Is it to buy? Cause I don't think that gives me a reason to let you go."

"We're not here to buy."

"Then what? You trying to be a spectator? News flash: that's not how these things work."

Jason hesitated before opening his mouth. "It's-"

"-my fault," Alex interrupted. Will turned his attention to the dark haired boy. "I thought my father was being suspicious. So I decided to investigate and it led me here."

"So you're father is behind all of this?"

"No!" Alex blurted then paused. "I'm not sure."

Will nudged Jason with the flat end of his knife, "Then why are you here?"

Alex and Jason shared some eye contact before Alex said, "I told him about it so he decided to help."

It seemed like a viable reason. Afterall, as much as he Jason Kane was an annoying idiot, he wasn't heartless. But still, the way Alex said it was strange. Heck, the way they looked at each other was strange. It was like they were trying to coordinate and agree on something. They were definitely hiding something. But maybe it was something that didn't affect Will and they simply didn't want to tell him. Besides, if these two ended up stabbing him in the back maybe his secret savior would come for him. Maybe he would be able to find out who it was and why they were helping him.

"What if your father turns out helping them or even being the one that is behind it all?"

Will studied Alex's face as he contemplated his question. It was like he was calculating, trying to figure out what answer Will would want to hear. Finally, the expression left his face and was replaced with something that almost looked like wariness. Like he was done trying to cover anything up.

"I don't know," Alex admitted. He turned around and looked at him with big brown eyes. "What would you do?"

Will looked into Alex's face and tightened his grip on the knives. Jason stiffened. Finally, he let his arms fall to his sides. Jason and Alex breathed a sigh of relief as they rubbed their necks.

"You didn't really think I was going to kill you, did you?" Will asked. He could feel a teasing smile involuntarily form on his lips.

"I don't know," Jason said. "You almost had us."

Alex glanced at Will's hands. "Sick knives. Where'd you get them?"

Will looked down at the knives in his hands and thought back to the other night when they had flown out of the shadows and saved his life. They weren't anything grand, but they were definitely not your ordinary kitchen knives. The hilt was a simple black and the blade was just as sharp as a kitchen knife. The only difference was that the blade was double sided which guaranteed the fact that it would do some serious damage and would throw with more accuracy.

Will shrugged as he looked back up the two boys. "Out of a guy's chest."

Will momentarily enjoyed the various looks Jason and Alex gave him before averting his focus back to the matter at hand. "Did you find anything about your father?"

Alex shook his head. "Unless he's hiding in one of those packets..."

"Do you know what the alarm was about?" Jason asked.

Will nodded, "I created a distraction on the other side of the warehouse."

"Couldn't have just climbed in through the window?"

"In my experience, whenever I try to do things simply, I get run over by a car."

Jason raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

"So," Alex said. "What are we gonna do?"

"What if we follow through with the original plan?" Jason suggested. "Find someone who is working here unwillingly and get some info."

"Then," Will added. "We use it shut it all down."

Jason and Alex looked at each other and then nodded in agreement.

It wasn't the best plan ever. In fact, it was probably the worst one of all time. But that was the point. If everything failed then maybe his savior would come forward. And if they did by some miracle succeed then at least they would've shut down one of the biggest drug operations in the entire area.

"Let's go."

The plan worked great. At least the first couple seconds.

The three of them were spotted almost as soon as they walked out of the hallway. There were shouts from all around them and then all but too familiar sound of a gun barrel clicking in place.

"Down!" Will shouted and they pressed themselves to the floor just as the bullets whizzed past them. Will silently thanked the builders for making the railing completely solid. Still, they couldn't stay there forever. Some stray bullet would ricochet off the wall and hit them at which point it wouldn't matter how protective the railing is. Thankfully, Jason had the same idea. He motioned them to follow him as he crawled on the floor to the end of the hall where it branched away from the main section. They crawled faster as the bullets slowed and they heard feet marching toward them.

They reached the end of the hall right as the men behind them turned the corner. Alex shouted and they pushed themselves to their feet, running just as the men lifted their guns and took aim. The group made it around the corner just as they fired, the bullets spraying off the wall. Will breathed a sigh of relief and turned to be met with another barrel pointing him in the face.

As if that wasn't bad enough he felt someone run into him which made him hit his head against the gun barrel. He heard Alex lightly cursing behind him and forced himself to not roll his eyes.

"Look at that," a familiar voice said from the shadows. "You've finally found some friends."

Rossi walked out with a smug smile that was far from kind. His suit of the day was cream colored and, surprise surprise, he wore another expensive looking watch.

"We're not friends," Alex said behind him. "We're more like acquaintances."

Will let himself roll his eyes as Rossi raised an eyebrow.

"You came here with him because you're acquaintances?"

Will could hear a faint rustling which indicated that Alex shrugged. "I was bored."

"What do you want?" Will asked to make sure Alex didn't say anything else.

"Entertainment," Rossi said with a smug smile, "Money. Power. A Prince cassette tape sold at the Paris Fashion Week of 1995."

"I never took you for someone who would waste time on cassette tapes."

"I never took you for someone who would drag his friends-"

"Acquaintances," Alex mumbled.

"-to hell, but here we are," Rossi continued as he ignored Alex. "As for the rest of the things that I want, well, you've all presented me with them."

Jason finally spoke, "I don't follow."

Rossi sighed as if this was a great inconvenience and said, "Of course you don't. See I wanted four things, one of which we already discussed. The other three were entertainment, money, and power, all of which you are bringing."

"How?" Alex asked. Will saw where this was going and his stomach sunk.

"I'm sure you all know you're quite entertaining-"

"Of course," Alex mumbled. "I'm a joy to be around."

"-especially when I'm running you over with a car."

"You didn't run me over, your driver did," Will said and then bit his tongue as Rossi's smile spread into an amused one. Why didn't he just stay silent? Why did he have to give Rossi more satisfaction?

"As for money," Rossi continued as he made his way to the back of the group, "well, you're a Kane, aren't you?"

Will couldn't see Jason's expression since the gun barrel was still annoyingly poking him in the face but based on the words that came out of his mouth, or the lack thereof, he must've looked pretty surprised.

"I- I'm not-" Jason started before Rossi cut him off.

"Honestly, didn't your parents ever tell you it's rude to lie?"

Jason stayed silent.

"I can recognize a Kane anywhere. You might not have the usual blue- silver eyes, but you've still got the same perfect blond hair, body structure, and height. Not to mention, you have a certain way of carrying yourself, like you own every piece of the ground you walk upon. You are most definitely a Kane. And you know what the Kanes have? Money and power."

"And as for you two," Rossi walked back to Will and Alex and regarded them with cold eyes, "you're no longer of use."

Rossi was going to kill him, or at least try to. But Will doubted he would get very far. He was forgetting the other person with knives. Maybe he thought it was Alex or Jason. Wait, it wasn't Alex or Jason right? No, it couldn't be. They were surprised about the knives he had gotten from his secret saviour. Unless they were acting.

"I will admit, I have quite a bit of respect for you," Rossi continued. "Your persistence is admirable, although, I'm sorry to say, I won't miss your constant presence."

Come on, come on, come on, Will thought. Where were the knives being flung out of the shadows? Where did the person go? Could it have been a one-time thing?

Rossi nodded to the person holding the gun, "Fire."

No knives saved them. Instead the man pulled the trigger.

The ground rocked beneath them and the alarms flipped back on, the hallway glowing red. That was the first thing Will remembered after he had been certain that he was dead. He remembered, at the time wondering if he had made it to hell and it was torturing him by trapping him in the stinky warehouse forever.

Later, Jason would tell him that the man had pulled the trigger, but it never shot any bullets. Maybe it was stuck from when Will rammed into it. Maybe the man forgot to load the gun. Maybe it was both. But whatever it was, it had just saved his life, and this time, it wasn't by someone else.

It wasn't until that moment that Will had realized how stupid he was to walk in believing someone else would save him. Hadn't his life taught him anything?

As soon as the man tried to shoot, an explosion went off somewhere else in the building. That's when his memory decided to work again.

Rossi was shouting orders that were incomprehensible to Will in the blaring siren. His mind must've been more affected by the near death experience than he thought. He pressed his hands to his ears as he tried to regain his focus, only half aware of the shouts from Alex and Jason. A creamy colored silhouette disappeared around a corner, still shouting his head off.

A set of hands grabbed him and held him straight. He expected it to be Jason or Alex, instead he found another gun pointing him straight in the face. This time, Will was pretty sure it was working just fine.

There were certainly less people around him, just three or four guards. He wearily registered how the other guards were holding Alex and Jason. The gun loomed in front of him like a shadow of his future.

Focus, Will thought, focus.

But nothing seemed to happen. His head was still whirling. The man lifted his hand to click the barrel, but then the knives came.

The same two edged knives that were sitting in Will's belt hurtled themselves out of the shadows and into the guy's hand then back. The man screamed and fell to the ground, blood oozing from his body and soaking Will's shoes. That's when his brain decided to properly function.

Alex and Jason were looking around in awe at the fallen men while Will kicked away some of their guns, secretly pocketing one of them. He looked back up and around him. It was a small space and the person who just helped them couldn't have gone far. He was right.

Down the hall, Will saw the shadow of a person in a hood they were walking towards him when all of a sudden it stopped. The shadow jerked its head to the right and looked down another hall before running off into the darkness.

"No," Will said to himself. He wasn't going to let the person get away that easily. He wanted answers.

Will tore off down the hall and past Jason and Alex who were calling his name. Up ahead he could hear thumps like someone was tripping down a set of stairs. The only problem was, there were no stairs around them. Instead, it opened up to a large clearing. In the middle there were two girls dressed in all black and a face mask. They also looked like they were trying to rip each other's throats out.

Will wanted to join in but the problem was that he didn't know who was helping him. All Will had seen was a shadow which could've been either of them.

The two women parried back and forth. The one with bits of gold on her jacket seemed to be holding her punches and was consequently losing as the other pressed on like a whirling tornado. She kicked the gold one in the face. The girl staggered backwards and fell to the ground.

That's when Will caught a glint of metal from the side belt of the fallen girl. A knife. The same ones he had seen before. Why wasn't the girl using them? Will didn't give himself much time to ponder on that as he tackled the other girl to the ground. Immediately, the girls knee connected with his gut and he rolled over, holding his stomach as it learned exactly how hard a knee could be.

The girl got to her knees and looked at the scene around her. Will stood back up and was about to throw a punch when something flew out of the shadows and hit him in the stomach again. Will was sent sprawling across the floor. The girl stood and fled down the hallway. Will, his stomach starting to feel a little better, stood back up to find Alex and Jason staring at the commotion with utter confusion. It would've been an entertaining sight if he wasn't just as confused as them.

Will looked at the thing that hit him. Lying a few feet away was a block of solid metal. Where the hell did it come from? Had someone thrown it from the side? But as Will looked around the room, he noticed that there was no one else there. Besides, the way it flew at him, it didn't look like someone had thrown it. The look on Alex and Jason's faces told him that they agreed.

Will shook his head. It was probably just a fluke.

Will looked back at the girl with knives and half-golden jacket. Her nose was bleeding through the face mask and dark brown hair spilling out which matched her dark brown eyes. Now that Will had the time to inspect her facial features, or what was showing them, she looked a lot more like a high schooler.

"You're the one in the alley that night, weren't you?" Will asked. "You're the one who saved my life, both times."

The girl nodded a confirmation.

"Who are you?"

Will thought she was going to get up and run away. But she didn't. She let out a muffled sigh and pulled the mask off her face. Dark brown hair spilled down as he stared at a familiar face. Will tried to speak but he couldn't. Instead, it was Alex who broke the silence.

"I knew it!" he shouted as he stared at the girl's face with a little bit of confusion mixed with pride.

The girl on the ground who rolled her eyes was Via Prince.