Awakening

The battle was bloody as Drake and his teammates were on the ground unconscious with the snow being dyed by blood. Scott's head was bleeding and Dwayne was unconscious leaving a crack on his football helmet. Jim was standing on the side as his gloves were out of pellets and coils.

Still standing, Scott checked on Drake as he used this middle and index finger to touch the side of his neck.

"He's not dead, but still breathing." Scott checking his pulse.

"But what about you Scott? You're bleeding." Jim looked at Scott's head.

"Don't worry about me. I easily recovered from a broken hand. This is nothing to me." Scott pointed at his head.

"But I don't think it's the same for Dwayne." Scott and Jim looked at Dwayne.

Running towards him, Jim took off Dwayne's helmet worrying that the hook would hurt his head. Thankfully, Dwayne didn't get cut or injured as the helmet protected him from the metal projectile that hit him. 

"He's not injured, only suffering from a concussion." Scott looked at Dwayne's head.

"Come on Jim. Help me get Dwayne up." Scott holding Dwayne up after picking up his bat.

"Yeah." Jim helped as he helped hold up Dwayne from the other side.

With Scott and Jim carrying Dwayne, they left the playground with Drake and his teammates behind them. 

"I wonder where that arrow came from." Jim thought to himself.

On the top of the trees, Isabelle would hope that Dwayne would get better soon as she got down from the tree.

Scott, Jim and Dwayne would leave the playground as they headed to Jim's home to let Dwayne rest and recover from his concussion.

A couple of hours had passed as Drake was slowly waking up from his concussion with it already being the evening.

Opening his eyes, Drake had seen all his men knocked out from Scott and his friends from being slammed to the poles to foam stuck on one of their faces. "What?"

"That damn bastard! When I see him again, I'm gonna-"

"Gonna what? Kill him?" John appeared from behind Drake.

"Hm. Is that you John?" Drake looked at John.

"What makes you want to kill Scott? That's my job and nobody takes my job." John looked at Drake with his wrinkled mark.

"Ha. With that wrinkled ass face, how are you going to kill Scott? Besides, I'm doing this for your girl. She wanted you to be happy that she hired me and my men to kill him and his friends."

"How sweet of her. But that barbie bitch is just my play toy. The only thing she's good for is making out and being that bimbo that many people know her for." John put his hand on Drake's neck.

"Also, I heard you and your men were going to start a revolution rebelling against my town. What makes you think you can overthrow me, you damn cockroach!" John tightens his grip as he was choking Drake.

However, Drake was laughing instead of feeling the pain. "Because no matter where I go, I always like to please myself with anger and violence! And you're right! Overthrowing you will please my lust!" 

Drake then used his hook to pierce John's head without him noticing.

With the hook in his head, John let go of Drake's neck with his head collapsing only with his body still standing.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!! I did it! I finally killed John! And with that, my revolution will finally commence!" Drake laughing hysterically.

"Amazing, the bully of Sunshine High striking me on the head like bullies usually do." John pulled the hook out of his head.

"What!" Drake looked behind him.

"And you know. I hate bullies. What was I thinking of bringing you to my precious town? I want to make this town a perfect place and have that happy ending that I always wanted. And I know there should always be a bully in my story, but I decided." John instantly ties Drake up with his own chain.

"I don't like bullies in my story." John knocks Drake out.

Waking up again, Drake has seen himself tied up while being close to a police station.

"The Iowa Police Department?" Drake looked at the sign.

Two police officers came out of the building seeing what was going on.

"What the hell was that?" A police officer looked outside.

"He has a gun!" Another officer brought his gun out with the other officer following him.

With Drake noticing a gun on his right hand, he tried to let it go, but couldn't as it was super glued to his hand.

"Wait. Isn't that Drake Triborne, the fugitive who killed dozens of senior citizens."

"I think that is! He's been missing for a year. Call the FBI! We have a felon in our midst!" The officer yelled towards the other officers in the building.

"Doesn't matter. Call the feds on me you fuckers. But I think you guys are thinking too small." Drake laughed hysterically.

"You shut your damn mouth. If you try to raise your gun at me, then you better see what this station can do." 

"Pfff. Whatever, but there's something that y'all ain't seeing." Drake smiled as the FBI immediately surrounded Drake.

Meanwhile, at the FBI headquarters in Washington D.C., a woman ran towards the chief with more news on the situation in Iowa.

"Sir! We have some major updates from Iowa!"

"What's the news?" The director was smoking his cigar.

"We got news from one of our fugitives, Drake Triborne! He went missing in Sunshine Valley, but a year later appeared on our satellite. Do you think this issue is related to the one Agent F5 is investigating?"

"Not sure, but if so, bring one of our satellites towards Iowa. This might be bigger than what we expect it to be." The director ordered an individual satellite to Iowa.

Back in Sunshine Valley, John looked at Drake's remaining crew members as they were unconscious in the snow. 

"Since your captain is gone, and probably dead, you guys seem delicious. I think you guys are ripe enough for them. They will definitely enjoy you guys." John pulled out a large butcher knife from his jacket.

Cutting and decapitating each person's body, John had a quick look at his reflection on the knife seeing the wrinkle on his face. He would then notice that the wrinkle has gotten bigger with it covering his left cheek. 

"Whatever, I can just cover that with some makeup." John finished cutting up their bodies.

"Jonathan. If you're watching this right now, watch me truly awaken! I swear to you. I am successful and this ain't a damn fantasy!"

[THIS IS MY REALITY]