The Deal

"Laura? What the fuck are you doing outside. Isn't John watching over you?" Drake kicked the decapitated head into the snow.

"Well, my sweetie is sleeping like a baby right now so I had the chance to sneak out the house!" Laura slowly walked towards Drake with a winter jacket under her cheerleading uniform.

"Look Laura, I just had my head smacked with a basketball and this guy responsible gets what he deserves." Drake pointing at the decapitated head in the snow.

"Oh yeah! I also agree that guys get what he deserves. If you want to mess with one of our best basketball players, then you have to deal with him!" Laura then holds Drake's hand.

"But jokes aside, can you make a deal with me?"

"What? A deal with you? Yeah hell no. I'm already helping you by terrorizing Scott and his friends. You are already asking too much of me. So if you want something, ask your peachy boyfriend of yours." Drake walking away from Laura.

As Drake slowly walked away, Laura's smile started to get a little bit disturbing.

"Drake Triborne, a fugitive who fled Minnesota for setting a senior citizen apartment on fire killing three hundred elders."

Drake stopped and turned around. "What."

"He wasn't the only person though as he and his thirty bike buddies planned the attack as they snuck in the building pouring gasoline on every floor."

[And you were the ignition]

"Since then, you ran from the feds and had no choice but to hide in our paradise."

"What are you doing?" then walked towards Laura.

Drake then grabbed Laura's jacket. "Are you really going to manipulate me into playing your stupid games? That won't work on me you little slut."

"Oh I'm not manipulating you. I'm warning you instead. You see, you and your teammates, besides Liam, are wanted criminals in the midwestern area of this country and if you don't do what I say, then I guess I have no choice but to put you in the hands of the authorities."

Drake then put his hands off of Laura's.

"Drake, my good old friend. Don't you remember what happened to your biker gang when we first met."

Drake didn't respond as he only looked at Laura.

"Well bestie. Let me bring back those memories! It all started last year."

It was the beginning of 2020, and Drake and his biker gang were terrorizing a gas station, looting the store as well as breaking things in the store.

"Hey! You better leave my store or else I'm going to call the police!" The store owner slowly got on the phone to call the cops.

However, it was too late as Drake knocked the owner with a large bag full of ice.

"Wow. Not only do you guys have the worst gas station hot dogs, but an Indian working at a gas station. How stereotypical is this stupid ass country. Maybe go back to India and get constipated in a cheap ass toilet." Drake then headed to the door.

"Hey! We about to bounce!" Drake left the gas station.

"Yeah!" The other gang members leave the gas station.

As Drake and his bike members were on the road. They felt the cold air flowing through their helmets as well as biking on the snowy roads.

"If me and my guys are on the run, then it's best to make the most of it." Drake and his biker gang taking over the whole road.

Suddenly, a car was approaching with a person trying to pass by. As the car slowed down as the other biker gang blocked the right side of the road, the car beeped at the gang members.

"Get out of my line of the road!" The person in the car yelled.

"Sorry, but this is our road. So you better drive on the snow or get your fucking ass beat." Drake threatened the driver.

"What are you going to do retard?! I got a car, you got stupid bikes, I can run you over whenever I want!"

"Oh really? Then do it. Do it you pussy!" Drake started to get excited.

"You ask for it!" The driver is about to put the gas pedal.

However, the driver then got shot in the head as there was blood on his forehead as well as the car window having a bullet hole in it.

"That's what I thought, you fuck with me, you fuck with my whole gang."

"Damn right!" A gang member screamed as he shot the driver with his pistol.

"Come on y'all. Let's ride!" Drake leading the biker gang on the road.

They spent a while on the road until there was a woman near the border of Sunshine Valley.

"Hey Drake, someone is on the road. Should I just shoot them?" The biker member pulled out his gun.

"Na, she didn't provoke us. So when we get to her, let's ask her what she wants." Drake and his gang slowly approach the women.

As they approached the border of Sunshine High, they reached a person looking like a cheerleader.

"Hey y'all! Welcome to Sunshine Valley! A town where the sun always shines! My name is Laura and I'm the captain of the cheerleading squad of Sunshine High!" Laura smiling while dancing with her pom poms.

"That's nice sweetheart, but do you mind getting off the road, me and my gang are traveling around this state." Drake asks nicely to Laura.

"Of course! But can you do me a favor?" 

"I'm listening." Drake putting his foot on the road.

"So as basketball season is upon us, I was thinking our school needs more members for our basketball team. We only have a couch, and one player. However, we need at least twelve players in order to have our own basketball team. And you look like you guys are the right fit as you guys have..." Laura then started counting.

"Thirty! Thirty strong men! That's good enough for Sunshine High! And it looks like your whole age seems to be the same age as us! So would you mind if you and your biker friends of yours join Sunshine High and represent our basketball team?"

"Look miss, I'm going to ask you nicely. Let us pass by. I don't know what your delusional mind is thinking of, but I don't think I can join your little academy of yours, so can you please move?"

"Of course not! You seem to be a pretty fit and I won't move until you say yes!"

"Okay listen bitch!" Drake got off his motorcycle and walked towards Laura. "If you don't move your dirty ass."

Some of the motorcycle gang then brought out their range weapons from pistols, crossbows, slingshots, and many other weapons.

"Then you better be ready to die on the road bitch."

Laura then laughed, "Hm. I guess we got to do this the hard way then."

"You are so dead motherfu-"

Suddenly, gunshots were fired with many bikers being shot in the head and torso. As they were shot, their bodies dropped to the ground as well as their motorcycles covered in blood.

"What the hell!" Drake looked behind him as most of his biker gang was shot dead to the ground.

"Ah Troy. You're so sweet. Although you're not my boyfriend, you will always be the knight that I will always need." Laura looking at Troy.

"Oh yeah! Good thing we found a Russian passing by our town or else we wouldn't be having this awesome gun!" Troy holding an AK-47 as the barrel was smoking.

"D-Did you just-"

"Yes! We made the minimum number needed for the basketball team! They were in a group of thirty. Now there are eleven people! Do you know what that means Troy?"

"What does it mean Laura?" Troy racked the AK-47 handle even though there were no bullets left.

"It means we can have a basketball team! Hooray!" Laura is excited.

Drake grinned as he felt outnumbered. 

"Sooooooooo. You can either join us or never live to see another day. Troy killing most of your gang members is just the beginning. And if you don't listen to me, then I can do worse than what you did to me." Laura gives a creepy smile at Drake.

Drake, being humbled for the first time, had accepted her offer as he officially became one of the teammates of Sunshine High's basketball team.

"Things didn't work out fully when I introduced you to my boyfriend as you looked so punk-like. However, I vouched for you and told him that we need to have one of those bullies that many high schools have and so he then took a liking to you as well as your remaining gang members." Laura being back in the present day.

"Since then, we gave you a paradise to hide from the police and they had never found you and your gang for more than a year." Laura then opened up her jacket.

She pulled out what seemed like a chain with a hook attached to the end with the hook being very sharp.

"Is that my chain?" Drake looked at it.

"Of course! Didn't our friendship start with you and your crew threatening to kill me as you use this to intimidate me?"

"So back to our deal. You kill Scott and his stupid friends, as well as Bryan, and I can let you hide from the fuzz. Also to add to that, I can give you and your friends your weapons back from this chain, a machete, baton, brassknuckles and so many gruesome weapons that you men use."

Drake with a gruesome smile, then accepted Laura's deal. "Deal. I lust for bloodshed."

Meanwhile, back at John's mansion, John was on his bed sleeping as he was shirtless besides wearing his old gym shorts. However, John would feel some discomfort as he was dreaming about something.

[Something Traumatic]

In John's dream, he couldn't stop thinking about the nightmare that was happening in his mind. He felt like he was in an empty city where the skies were black and white, with newspapers flying from the wind.

"Hello. W-Where am I?" John in his younger self walked around the empty city.

As he walked on the empty streets of the city, he saw in the distance what seemed to be like a person. Curious to know, John ran towards that figure. Walking closer to the person, that person seems like John's older brother.

"Jonathan!" Young John ran as fast as his young self couldn't resist to see his older brother again.

However, something unexpected happened as Jonathan was squished like a bug as a giant figure used his foot to squish him.

Young John then stopped as he saw the figure walking towards him.

John then ran as fast as he could as the streets in front of him were shrinking as it felt as the streets were helping the giant figure.

"No. No." John tried to run as fast as he could but didn't help as the streets were dragging him towards the giant figure.

"It's time that I taught you a lesson boy." The giant figure is about to squish young John.

[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO]

Suddenly, John woke up from his nightmare as he felt sweat coming down his forehead as well as his whole body.

"Oh thank God. It was all a dream." John panting very rapidly.

John then lay down on his bed. "Why am I getting these dreams all of a sudden? Ever since that snowstorm, I've been having these nightmares."

Not being able to sleep, John got out of bed and headed to the basement with a candle on his hand to light his path towards the dark. As he reached the basement, he made it into a room where there were blueprints on the wall, an old laptop, and many old furniture that was covered in dust including an old mirror.

As John walked towards his table, he looked at himself in the old mirror, he couldn't stop looking at the wrinkle on his face as he kept poking on it.

"Damn it. Why wouldn't this wrinkle get off me?" John kept looking at the wrinkle on his cheek.

Wanting to distract himself from the wrinkle, John went back to work on his table working on a new device using the drone he bought a few weeks ago. Using persistence, he put on his safety goggles as he continued building his device. However, there was a noise that sounded annoying.

"The hell?" John took off his safety goggles to see what the noise was.

Suddenly, it was Andrew, all skinny and bony like, kept scratching on the wall as there was something bothering him.

"Wall...m…m…m…makes...…..n..n…n…noise." Andrew kept scratching on the wall.

Being annoyed, John decided to walk towards Andrew.

"Hey. Cut it out." John behind Andrew.

"B….B...u.tt..t..t.....wall....noise..." Andrew kept scratching the wall.

"I Said can you CUT! IT! OUT!" Andrew then held on to Andrew's head.

As he held on to his head, John started pulling on his head rapidly until his whole head, including his central nervous system, had been pulled out of his body leaving Andrew's body being a blood fountain spraying blood all over the basement.

As there was no blood left in Andrew's body, the body then collapsed itself as it left the whole basement covered in blood.

"That's better. Now where was I?" John goes back to work leaving blood on his face surrounded by bloody walls.