WHAM!!!!!!!

  CLOCKING BRENT IN HIS RIGHT EYE via an Overhand Punch with his left fist was John Hale Junior.

  The crushing force from the brutal blow was so powerful that it had actually managed to knock Brent down to the ground.

  With the sadistic high school now laid the fuck out… FLAT on his back, John stood over him clad in his old leather jacket with his dark eyes burning down towards him hatefully.

  The ‘whole world’ then started to go black as ‘multiple versions’ of John swirled around Brent whilst his eyes fluttered.

  Then, in a matter of seconds ‘post-punch’, Brent closed his eyes and let his head sag back as he fell unconscious.

  The whole crowd went ‘OOOOHHHH’ for the fourth and final time as John stood amongst them as a sort’ve ‘Black Knight’ figure of old, Arthurian Myth.

  Josh stood in a state of sheer shock at John's ‘incredible feat’ as a tearful Amber turned away.

  The Varsity Cheerleader then fled back inside of the Cabin with Layla, Brittney, and Alica following her soon after.

  “AMBER… WAIT!!!” Josh cried out witnessing the cheerleader take… But it was too late. She was already gone.

  As the still growing mob of drunk and high K.H.S. students started to take hundreds of videos and pictures of the currently ‘knocked the fuck out’ Brent Fuller, John looked over to both Greenberg and Shaw now.

  “You fuckers wanna go?” John grunted as he retightened his callused fists at the ‘mush-minded’ mongoloids.

  Wanting to aid their ‘master’, but also not wanting to end up like him, Greenberg and Shaw cut and run back inside of the cabin, bringing a slight smirk to John’s pale-skinned face.

  Staying behind and standing strong still was Tyrell, who glared right back at the towering outsider.

  “You wanna ‘swing’? COME ON THEN, BITCH,” John pressed as he noticed Tyrell’s balling up his knuckles down at his side.

  Gritting his teeth, Tyrell uncurled his fists a half-second later as John kept his eyes locked with his.

  “Watch your back, Hale,” Tyrell threatened as he then turned away from the former All-State Linebacker and trudged angrily back inside of the Cabin.

  “Hmph… Pussy,” John scoffed as Josh turned away from the flattened Brent to face the mob whilst standing alongside the loner’s left.

  “ALRIGHT! THAT’S IT! PARTY’S OVER! EVERYONE, LEAVE!!!” Josh shouted to the growing mob that filled up every square inch of the back deck. “NOW!!!!!!!!”

  Heeding the very pissed off football player’s commands, everyone started to head back inside, leaving both Josh and John behind with an unconscious Brent and the three battered juniors.

  “Ugh… Mother of fuck,” Josh sighed as he looked over Kyle, Eric, and Jim.

  “They stood up to Brent knowing that they’d get completely thrashed,” John remarked as he too looked over the slowly recovering juniors. “Respect.”

  “What IN THE FUCK just happened, J???” Josh asked the brutish loner with his eyes widened.

  John shook his head.

  “A bad… But satisfying end to a night that was already fucked from the very beginning.”

  “Satisfying??? FOR WHO?”

  “For me.”

  As John looked back down at Brent to smirk, Josh just shook his head and rolled his eyes.

  “Urgh… Shuh-Shuh-Shit,” Derek grunted as he slowly started to push himself up from the cold hard ground that lay outside of the cabin’s back deck.

  Feeling hurt and totally embarrassed by what Brent had done to him in front of his friends, everyone at school, AND AMBER SWANSON, Derek did the only thing he could think of: RUN.

  Staggering himself back up to his feet, Derek immediately sprinted towards the thick, woodland brush of Shimmick Recreational Forest whilst John spotted him from up on the back deck.

  “Yo, Russell… LOOK,” John pointed out as Josh turned around to see Derek vanish into the woods at the last second.

  “Derek? DEREK, STOP!!! COME BACK! DEREK!!!” Josh cried out, but it was no use.

  Derek had tearfully fled… Leaving all of his defeated friends behind in his utterly embarrassed wake.

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  “Just let’em go, Russell,” John said as he rubbed his slightly sore knuckles with his other hand. “After what Brent did to him, can’t say I don’t blame him for wantin’ to split.”

  “I can’t just let him run off in the woods ALONE, John!” Josh shouted at his former best friend.

  “Why not?”

  “Because there’s, like, WILD ANIMALS out there! IT’S TOO DANGEROUS!!!”

  “Josh… CHILL. It’s Shimmick… NOT the fuckin’ Amazon.”

  “Urgh… Come on,” Josh grunted as he started heading towards the wooden stairwell that led off the back deck and onto the back lot area of the Russell Family Cabin’s property.

  “Huh? Come on???” John repeated in confusion.

  “YEAH. COME ON, JOHN. We gotta go after him.”

  “After who?”

  “DEREK!!!!”

  “Huh? Duh-Derek?” Kyle stammered as he started to sit up on the back deck’s wooden floor after getting his nuts crushed by Brent’s knee.”

  “Kyle? KYLE! OH MY GOD, MAN! ARE YOU OKAY?!” Josh frantically asked the seventeen-year-old after clamoring to his side.

  Cupping his hands over his still incredibly sore crotch, Kyle groaned, “Ugh... Man, I feel like I was hit in the nads by a fucking truck.”

  “Ugh… I think that FUCK Fuller caved in my chest,” Eric said groggily as he started to get up after being ‘Spartan Kicked’ by Brent.

  “Are you guys alright???” Josh asked out of concern as Kyle and Eric both nodded to him in unison.

  “Thank God. I am SO sorry that this happened to you guys,” Josh aggressively apologized. “I… I didn’t mean for things to get so ‘out of hand’ like that. HONESTLY.”

  “Urgh… Yeah. Tell that to my punctured lungs and Gordon’s ruptured ball sack.” Eric crudely remarked as Josh’s guilt intensified.

  “WHERE’S DEREK?” Kyle asked with a look of concern on his face as he frantically looked around the back deck area for his best friend.

  “He just ran off into the woods,” John informed, causing Kyle to look at him with his eyes widened in shock (and fear).

  “THE WOODS???” Kyle repeated, to which John nodded in confirmation.

  Quickly pushing himself back up to his feet, Kyle stated, “Shit!. We gotta go after him… RIGHT NOW!”

  “Where’s the Dingus at?” Eric asked curiously after he too pulled himself back up to his feet alongside Kyle.

  “Who?” Josh asked the Stoner with his brow scrunched.

  “The DUMBASS we came to this FUCKING SHITSHOW with,” Eric bluntly replied. “Also known as ‘Jim Hunter’.”

  “Oh. Uh… He’s over there, actually,” Josh pointed out as Eric turned to his left to see Jim lying on the ground, knocked right out of sneakers.

  “Ohhh… Uhhh… My chin,” Jim groaned and moaned in reference to where Brent had brutally uppercut him a short while ago.

  “He had it comin’,” Eric remarked, causing Josh to scoff whilst John just narrowed his dark eyes at the teen drug-dealer.

  “DEREK?!?!” Kyle cried out as he now leaned over the back deck’s wooden guard rail.

  “No use calling out for him,” John stated. “He’s too far in the woods now.”

  “WE BETTER START GOING AFTER HIM THEN,” Kyle replied as he proceeded to fling himself over the wooden guard railing.

  John’s eyes briefly widened whilst Eric asked, “Why not just take the stairs instead of the ‘dramatic leap’?”

  Shaking his head, Eric started down the stairs to join Kyle as Josh followed, “Wait up, guys! I’M COMING TOO!”

  Josh then followed Eric down the stairwell while John stayed up on the back deck.

  As the others went out on their own to look for the embarrassed nerd, the eighteen-year-old loner watched them all vigilantly.

  “J… YOU COMIN’?” Josh asked as he stopped to look back at his former best friend/teammate.

  John kept his lips sealed while he thought over his decision as Jim came staggering past him.

  “Ohhh… My head,” the Dingus groaned as John glanced over at him. “Ugh… How many hits did I get on Fuller?”

  “NONE,” John bluntly replied, confusing Jim before Kyle and Eric called out for him to join them.

  With his hand still rubbing his chin/jaw, Jim fumbled down the back deck stairs to join Kyle, Eric, and Josh in their group search for Derek.

  Meanwhile, John still thought over whether to join them or just go back to the Gas & Auto-Body Repair Shop.

  “JOHN! COME ON, MAN!” Josh called out again, causing the loner to glare at him.

  Gritting his teeth, John cursed, “Urgh… Fuckin’ fine,” and joined up with the others.

  “Alright. Now, he couldn’t have gone that far,” Kyle stated as Eric, Jim, Josh, and now John stood at his sides. “Derek has asthma so he won’t be able to run for that long.”

  “Ugh… Yeah. He’s probably already SUFFOCATED in a ditch or somethin’,” Jim crudely said, causing everyone to look at him in shock.

  Not realizing what he had just said (due to how stupid he was), Jim shrugged, “What? OH NO! Is my nose broken?! DID FULLER THE FUCKER BREAK MY FUCKING NOSE?!?!”

  “This guy for real?” John asked whilst he stared at Jim like he had a second head growing out of his neck.

  “Yeah. He’s a fucking idiot,” Eric nodded, causing John to look over at him and nod.

  “Hey! FUCK YOU, DICK!” Jim spat at Eric, causing the stoner to smirk mischievously.

  “CUT IT OUT, YOU GUYS! We gotta find Derek, REMEMBER???” Kyle slammed, silencing both Eric and Jim.

  “Come on, Kyle. Follow me,” Josh suggested/ordered as the junior looked at him in confusion. “I know Shimmick like the back of my hand… Well, most of it, I mean. I used to play out there a lot when I was a kid.”

  Looking back at John again, Josh asked, “Remember, J?”

  Having spent SEVERAL hours running about and acting wild alongside Josh in Shimmick when they were younger, John remained silent in his reply.

  Josh scrunched his brow as Kyle seared, “NO.”

  “Huh?” Josh huffed as he looked back at Kyle.

  “I said ‘NO’, jockstrap! You ain’t leadin’ this ‘search party’! You’ve done ENOUGH tonight.”

  Referring back to Brent thrashing Derek, Kyle, Eric, and Jim up on the back deck, Josh was about to reply until the junior spoke again.

  “COME ON, GUYS. This way,” Kyle sternly ordered whilst glaring intensely at Josh.

  Eric and Jim soon followed Kyle towards the woods as John tailed them.

  Brushing past an appalled looking Josh’s left, John smirked, “What’s wrong, Russell? Not used to gettin’ put in your fuckin’ place for a change?”