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Chapter two

The group were painting the benches as they heard a loud thunder sound.

"Wow, what the fuck was that?" Ryan and Jon said in sync.

"Sorry guys, i had a big lunch..."

"Eugh, Brendon that's fucking disgusting." Ryan said. He gave Brendon a disgusted look and went back to his work.

"No seriously though, is it gonna start to thunder? Shouldn't we go inside? What if we get hit? ARE WE GONNA DIE?" Brendon exclaimed, acting as if he was really concerned. He must have been working his charm as most of the group gave a little laugh.

Brendon stopped painting the bench. He had been picking up and putting down his brush for the whole day, he couldn't keep still, always had to be moving. He sauntered over to where Ryan was working.

"So, what did you get done for anyways?" He asked, smirking. "I had already been banned from driving, but there was this party, and i drove my friends there, and then i had a few drinks because Tom was pissing me off, and then i had a few more because i was stressed, so then Amy asked me to drive her home and so i did because she's one of my best friends, but she saw a couple of the street and she realized it was her boyfriend and he was copping off with some other girl so she told me to stop and there was a cop car so i started arguing with her and she made me swerve and she got out and started beating the shit out of the slut, and i got pulled over by the cop and-.." Brendon just stared at Ryan.. "Fuck. I didn't ask for your life story. So drunk driving then? Meh, iv'e had worse days." He strolled off as Ryan burned holes in the back of his head.

"And what did you do, Jonny boy?"

"Don't you ever fucking call me that again, prick."

"Ooh someones a bit touchy today." Brendon just looked at Jon as it fell silent.

"Well, what did you do?"

"I had a fight with some wanker in argos." Brendon was dying to laugh, but he didn't want to be killed, so he kept it in.

"You should have stabbed that fucked with one of those tiny pens they have" Brendon makes a stabbing gesture as Jon just stared at him thinking what the fuck are you doing.

"Yeah well i didn't think did i..." Jon said sarcastically.

Brendon got bored and made his way over to Spencer. Spencer could see him coming over but tried his hardest to ignore him.

"And you? You look a bit like a panty sniffer, did you sneak in some old birds house and snatch her underwear?" Finally Brendon thought as he got a laugh out of Jon and Ryan.

"I'm NOT a panty sniffer" Spencer blurted out. "I'm not a pervert, ok?"

"So, what did you do then?" Brendon said, laughing.

"I tried to burn someone's house down. But i felt bad so i pissed through the letter box to put out the piece of paper i lit on fire." Jon, Ryan and Brendon just looked at him in amazement. Such a quiet boy, and he is an arsonist. Well, attempted arsonist. They all burst out laughing as Spencer went back to painting his assigned bench.

"Oh god, hahahah, are you serious? Fucking hell man." Brendon said as he walked off back to his bench.

"So what did you do?" Jon asked Brendon.

"I stole some pick and mix."

Jon's smile became a growl as he took in what Brendon has just said.

"No, seriously what the fuck did you do?"

"I told you, i stole pick and mix."

"Yeah right, whatever man."

"HEY! I'm telling the tr-"

Brendon couldn't finish his sentence as a loud smash came from behind them. They turned round to see a huge ice block crushing a car. As they stared in amazement, another one came crashing down into the lake that was surrounding the benches in the community park. The probation worked came running towards them, noticing the ice block that had bombed down from the sky had landed on his car.

"FOR FUCK SAKE" He cried out. Ryan, Jon, Brendon and even Spencer laughed a big fuck you in the probation workers face. Their smiles soon dropped as a slightly larger block came hurtling towards them, landing only inches away as the ran to get into the community centre for shelter. They got to the door avoiding being hit by any ice blocks or thunder. The sun in the sky soon dropped as the sky became grey and covered in hatred. It was like the sky was angry. The probation worker fiddled with his keys hurrying to find the correct one to open the door, he found it, but his hands were shaking and he couldn't guide it into the hole. Just as he was about to try again a huge hate filled cloud rose above them, dropping multiple ice blocks and striking them with thunder.

It went in slow motion. Each of Brendon, Ryan, Jon and Spencer flew up in the air. A strike of lightning hit their bodies, sending a tingling sensation making it's way through their fragile figures. Each person was hit at a certain angle with the strike of thunder. The probation worked flew back and his head smashed against the door. As the boys came out of their slow motion glide, they slammed down on the floor. They must have been thrown at least one or two metres into the air.

"FUCK" Brendon yelled out, as his back slammed against the concrete. The rest of the boys writhing in pain as their bone like features smashed to the floor. They looked up to see the probation worker almost passing out. He rubbed his head and his ankle as they heard him grunt out "ww..a...k.er..s"

"Did you just call us wankers!?" Jon uttered.

The probation worker managed to speak. "No, what? Um, hurry up and get inside."

They carried on looking at him from the floor. His eyes began to turn red and bloodshot, and his facial features became cannibal-like. Each member of the group were quite scared, so they obeyed, and scurried into the door, leaving him outside on the floor. They were quiet, rubbing their limbs to make the pain subside as Spencer whispered

"He's gone..." He seemed scared that he wasn't there any more, but the rest of the group just figured he'd gone back to his office or something.

"Oh so it speaks" Ryan said.

"You can't talk GEORGE, you never speak unless one of your bitches is calling you." Brendon said with a smile.

He just ignored him, telling himself he wasn't worth a breath. The conversation subsided once more as they became quite worried as to where the probation worker could have gone. It was still quite dull outside, but the storm and the ice blocks had worn off. The boys sat on an old worn out couch, not wanting to chance going back outside. Besides, it got them out of having to paint stupid benches.