Very Smart Very Fast Runner

In Harlem,

"Ma! I'm not going to be 'funky' with any girls, aight?! It's 2019! Not 1980!"

A kid dashes out a door, and yells behind him in the doorway before slamming the door. He storms out onto the street before turning the corner to meet face to face with another kid his age. He calms himself down before grinning and greeting, "Yo Jake, what's up man."

Jake looks up to see this kid at around 5 feet tall watching him with beaming eyes. He sighs and informs the kid, "Mo, you do know that the entire block heard that, right?" He pauses before snickering, "But.. 'funky'.. with a girl, huh?".

Mohammed's face flushes red, when he adds, "I swear bro, do NOT tell anyone about that."

"Aight, whatever. Not like you have much of a reputation at our middle school anyway. Nobody is gonna care about your argument with your mom y'know." He just shrugs and reminds him, hurting his shoulders slightly in the process.

The two boys walk together with a destination in mind, while Mohammed seems to ignore Jake's point.

These two boys are the infamous Jake and Mo and they don't ever really mind each other's differences. They eat together, play games together, do homework together, and basically—they do almost everything they can together. Without even speaking to each other, they both know they're heading over to Jake's house.

To Mohammed, Jake's house is this luxurious playground. You can play almost an infinite amount of games. You can pop by to borrow any sort of ball. You can pop by to eat some tasty food. Of course this all in Mohammed's head. Being that Mohammed is as young as he is and being that Mohammed doesn't have these things at his own house, he likes to stretch his imagination. Mohammed's place has an Xbox which is probably the oldest Xbox known to man. He also has a PlayStation at his place. It's a PS3. The sport balls aren't even inflated fully and were clearly sitting there for probably a good 10 years. The 'tasty food' is just food with a lot of sugar.

Being that it's 2019, besides the food, these are all relatively old things. Mohammed just was born into a relatively low income family that couldn't really afford many luxurious things. Mohammed doesn't really mind it though. He loves his family and loves his parents no matter the material things.

While heading over to Jake's house, Mohammed, bored out of his mind, proposes a race.

"Who do you think is faster?"

Jake teases, "What type of stupid question is that? Me, of course!"

They're both smart kids and of course they first made sure the road ahead of them was safe if they were going to race. Making sure everything is ready, Mohammed counted down.

"Ready, set…. GO!"

They dash through the street. Buildings passing by them, and later, even some fellow pedestrians passed by them pretty quickly as well. The distance left is around 100 feet and Jake starts hearing his own loud pants.

Heavily breathing, Jake starts thinking, 'How is there so much of a difference in our fitness? He doesn't even workout or anything like that.'

Noticing that if this keeps going at the same pace, he would eventually lose, he thinks up a plan.

Jake dashes with a sudden miraculous bit of stamina and aims the best he could to kick a trash bin towards Mohammed.

'Hehe good idea, me.' Jake compliments his genius self.

Then suddenly, the trash bin didn't go torwards Mohammed. The trash bin rolled onto the street and in front of a car. The car swerved instead of coming to a stop due to the lack of reaction time of the driver and it went heading to the sidewalk.

Mohammed noticed something when Jake slowed down and turned to see what was happening. Jake was kicking a trash bin and came to a full stop in the race. Mohammed also notices that Jake just looks like an idiot. He sees Jake aiming to kick on the street, contrary to what Jake perceived that he did.

Then noticing the car swerving in their direction, Mohammed goes forth to help Jake.

One second later they both were hit by the car with their bodies spread about in unnatural positions and heads both twisted. The cars front, bashed in and the wall the bodies are pushed against, covered in blood and glass pieces that pierced through the bodies. With the delicate bodies that these two kids had, they died.

The ambulance was called by some mysterious passerby and after the EMS workers checked the bodies, the children's parents were called and informed.

—

In a dark almost empty open area rests a bed , a mysterious contraption that looks like a microphone, and a water gun, along with an old man sitting on a chair.

With a raspy voice and a terrible posture, the sitting old man announces, "The deed is done. 037 and 038 will arrive in 3 moments."

The same old man repeats the announcement one more time into the "water gun" then sighs in relief before remarking, "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

—

A faint outline is visible in this dark open area that seems to be somewhat humanoid with a force field around its figure. The force field seems to imitate a static screen flashing black and white, in its very faint luminescence.

Under the force field, the figure lets out what seems to be a huge grin.

Then with a terrifyingly creepy and deep voice, the figure announces, "Welcome. You're now dead."