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He was going to kill us
The probation worker's power turns on the group, and they are forced to defend themselves.
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Chapter five
"Dude what the fuck's going on?" Jon asked, getting ready to open the door as Brendon stepped in front of him.
"DO NOT under ANY circumstances open that door" He said, whilst panting fearing for his life. And the others of course.
"Fuck you, i wanna know what the hell is going on!" Jon runs towards the door so no one can stop him and unlatches the chair and prizes it open. The probation worker had gone so he slyly poked his head out of the door, only to see him running from around the corner. Jon didn't have the time or the strength to close the door and the probation worker came running in, slamming his feet almost breaking the floorboards. His facial features were carefully defined, his eyes bloodshot and his pupils dilated and his lips dripping with dark red blood. He stood a while looking around, soaking in his surroundings and eyeing up his contest. The guys had managed to run around to the back door, but of course, it was locked. The probation worker followed them with the big titanium bar and cornered them.
Jon saw a tin of white paint from the corner of his eye, making sure he was still looking at the probation worker just incase he decided to jump, he shuffled over to grab it as he saw the probation worker twitch his head to stare at Brendon, who was absolutely shitting himself. Jon rapidly grabbed the tin of paint and before anyone could soak in what was happening the probation worker was lying on the floor, a big dent in his head and a pool of blood slowly beginning to surround him. Everyone just stared at Jon, not knowing if it was a good or a bad idea...
"Well! What was i supposed to do! He was going to fucking kill us!"
"Yeah, i mean, Jon did the right think, we would have been dead if he didn't do that." Ryan reassured everyone.
They all just stared at the body before them. Lifeless. Blood starting to trickle down the slanted floor boards.
"We have to bury the body." Spencer said. Everyone just turned around in shock that the quiet, little shit scared boy had talked. Especially in a circumstance like this.
"And where the fuck can four asbo teens bury a dead body? And when? It's going to look suspicious." Brendon said, genuinely worried.
Spencer seemed like he knew this was all going to happen, as he immediately had a plan. "We put the body in a wheelchair. Cover him in some blankets, clean his head up a bit. Take him down to the bridge below the park and bury him under the foundation of the bridge. It'l just look like we're taking some specials out for a walk on a nice summers day."
The rest of the boys just nodded, surprised at how good the plan actually was.
Brendon rumaged around the lost and found and managed to find a hat and some tartan blankets. He also came out with his own dress up attire on. He wore a little 5 or 6 years olds pink tutu, rainbow suspenders and a crown.
"Dude, we have just killed a man and you'd rather dress up like a little girl?" Jon spat out.
"Hah! WE? Your'e the one that knocked that bitch out clean."
"Yeah, whatever, we're all sucked into it now, including you, so get a move on before it gets dark."
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"Okay, do you think that's deep enough?" Jon asked, getting ready to dump the frail body.
"No, deeper, Jon, deeper oh Jon yes yes YES!" Brendon shouted out.
"Ugh fucking hell do you always have to be like that?"
"Yes, yes i do" Brendon said from the corner of his mouth, as he sparked up a cigarette.
Spencer stood and watched out feeling anxious and fidgeting like his usual self. He just wanted to get out of there. They finished covering up the body and disposed of all evidence they used to bury the body. They thought it would've been harder than just digging a hole, putting him in and covering it up, but hey, what's done is done. They all headed off down the road following Brendon who had sped ahead in the wheelchair they used to bring him down here. They made it back to the community centre and collapsed on the sofa, covered in mud and exhausted.
"Urgh i need a shower, i staaaaank" Brendon screams as he jumps onto Spencer.
"Err get off!" Is the most Spencer can come back with.
Brendon lept up and made his way to the locker room and got changed out of his jumpsuit. The rest of the guys eventually followed and also changed into their own clothes. Ryan and Jon were chatting about a party they might go to tonight, and Brendon was is his own little ADHD world puffing on a joint. Nobody even acknowledged Spencer, which is what caused him to become invisible again.
"Where's Spencer dude?" Jon asked Ryan.
"Um, i don't know, probably gone to chat to hot babes on the internet haha" They all laughed in sync as Spencer just listened whilst sitting on a bench tucked between two lockers. They were cold which caused Spencer to shiver just as he got up. He already had his things with him, and whatever he is holding must be invisible to the world too, as no one saw him pick up his back pack and leave. I'm so lonely.
"Right, see you bitches later, i'm going to get hammered."
"That's all you ever do Bren, do you have nothing better to do?" Ryan exclaimed in a much angry tone.
"Ryan, i know you pretend to be pissed off with me, but i know your'e not really, else why would you use pet names for me? Your such a sweetie Ry." Brendon said sarcastically.
"Ugh shut up Brendon, it was a way of shortening your name, don't flatter yourself, babe."
Brendon just gave him a gummy smile and walked off. Then he realised, where's he walking to? He kind of lives in the community centre now so there's nowhere for him to go to. He heads around the back and looks through the narrow window into the locker room. The others have left so he trails around to the front door and lets himself in. He climbs into his make shift bunk bed and figures out what he could do.
I have £5 left so i could order a take out and watch t.v or i could buy some vodka and drown my sorrows. Hands up for the pizza?........ Hands up for the vodka? Ooh and we have a winner.
Just as Brendon leaves the shop with his £3.50 bottle of the finest vodka, he spots Jon and Ryan together. He tries to avoid them but catches their sight as they shout over.
"Brendon! Bren! Come 'ere!" Jon shouts across the street.
"Since when were you two hanging out outside of community service?" Brendon intently asks.
"Well, my friends know Ryans' and vice versa, so we're all meeting up for a party. What are you doing out?"
"Just getting some alcohol for tonight's shenanigans!" Brendon tries to be happy.
"What's happening tonight Bren?" Ryan asks, forgetting about the "pet name" situation.
Shit, i'm not actually doing anything tonight. What a fuck up why didn't you just say you weren't doing anything? Well i can't exactly say i'm going back to my home which is the community centre and i'm going to get drunk by myself. Fuck Brendon you dipshit Jon can hear you. Fuck fuck fuck. Dickhead. Wait why the fuck am i talking to myself anyways? Omg Brendon you have some serious issues man.
Before Brendon could even try to cover up his thoughts, Jon butted in.
"Wait, you live in the community centre?" Jon curiously asks.
"What, ha, no, where would you get that idea from?" Brendon stutters while pulling at the collar of his shirt.
"Brendon don't try and fucking deny it, i heard you say it. Well, to yourself."
"Urgh fine, my mom kicked me out and now i'm living in the community centre and getting drunk by myself because i'm a worthless piece of shit. OK?"
For once, Ryan and Jon show some emotion. They feel sympathetic towards Brendon and offer to invite him to the party. He takes them up on the offer and they trail off down the road, asking Brendon all the why's, what's, who's and when's.
"Dude what the fuck's going on?" Jon asked, getting ready to open the door as Brendon stepped in front of him.
"DO NOT under ANY circumstances open that door" He said, whilst panting fearing for his life. And the others of course.
"Fuck you, i wanna know what the hell is going on!" Jon runs towards the door so no one can stop him and unlatches the chair and prizes it open. The probation worker had gone so he slyly poked his head out of the door, only to see him running from around the corner. Jon didn't have the time or the strength to close the door and the probation worker came running in, slamming his feet almost breaking the floorboards. His facial features were carefully defined, his eyes bloodshot and his pupils dilated and his lips dripping with dark red blood. He stood a while looking around, soaking in his surroundings and eyeing up his contest. The guys had managed to run around to the back door, but of course, it was locked. The probation worker followed them with the big titanium bar and cornered them.
Jon saw a tin of white paint from the corner of his eye, making sure he was still looking at the probation worker just incase he decided to jump, he shuffled over to grab it as he saw the probation worker twitch his head to stare at Brendon, who was absolutely shitting himself. Jon rapidly grabbed the tin of paint and before anyone could soak in what was happening the probation worker was lying on the floor, a big dent in his head and a pool of blood slowly beginning to surround him. Everyone just stared at Jon, not knowing if it was a good or a bad idea...
"Well! What was i supposed to do! He was going to fucking kill us!"
"Yeah, i mean, Jon did the right think, we would have been dead if he didn't do that." Ryan reassured everyone.
They all just stared at the body before them. Lifeless. Blood starting to trickle down the slanted floor boards.
"We have to bury the body." Spencer said. Everyone just turned around in shock that the quiet, little shit scared boy had talked. Especially in a circumstance like this.
"And where the fuck can four asbo teens bury a dead body? And when? It's going to look suspicious." Brendon said, genuinely worried.
Spencer seemed like he knew this was all going to happen, as he immediately had a plan. "We put the body in a wheelchair. Cover him in some blankets, clean his head up a bit. Take him down to the bridge below the park and bury him under the foundation of the bridge. It'l just look like we're taking some specials out for a walk on a nice summers day."
The rest of the boys just nodded, surprised at how good the plan actually was.
Brendon rumaged around the lost and found and managed to find a hat and some tartan blankets. He also came out with his own dress up attire on. He wore a little 5 or 6 years olds pink tutu, rainbow suspenders and a crown.
"Dude, we have just killed a man and you'd rather dress up like a little girl?" Jon spat out.
"Hah! WE? Your'e the one that knocked that bitch out clean."
"Yeah, whatever, we're all sucked into it now, including you, so get a move on before it gets dark."
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"Okay, do you think that's deep enough?" Jon asked, getting ready to dump the frail body.
"No, deeper, Jon, deeper oh Jon yes yes YES!" Brendon shouted out.
"Ugh fucking hell do you always have to be like that?"
"Yes, yes i do" Brendon said from the corner of his mouth, as he sparked up a cigarette.
Spencer stood and watched out feeling anxious and fidgeting like his usual self. He just wanted to get out of there. They finished covering up the body and disposed of all evidence they used to bury the body. They thought it would've been harder than just digging a hole, putting him in and covering it up, but hey, what's done is done. They all headed off down the road following Brendon who had sped ahead in the wheelchair they used to bring him down here. They made it back to the community centre and collapsed on the sofa, covered in mud and exhausted.
"Urgh i need a shower, i staaaaank" Brendon screams as he jumps onto Spencer.
"Err get off!" Is the most Spencer can come back with.
Brendon lept up and made his way to the locker room and got changed out of his jumpsuit. The rest of the guys eventually followed and also changed into their own clothes. Ryan and Jon were chatting about a party they might go to tonight, and Brendon was is his own little ADHD world puffing on a joint. Nobody even acknowledged Spencer, which is what caused him to become invisible again.
"Where's Spencer dude?" Jon asked Ryan.
"Um, i don't know, probably gone to chat to hot babes on the internet haha" They all laughed in sync as Spencer just listened whilst sitting on a bench tucked between two lockers. They were cold which caused Spencer to shiver just as he got up. He already had his things with him, and whatever he is holding must be invisible to the world too, as no one saw him pick up his back pack and leave. I'm so lonely.
"Right, see you bitches later, i'm going to get hammered."
"That's all you ever do Bren, do you have nothing better to do?" Ryan exclaimed in a much angry tone.
"Ryan, i know you pretend to be pissed off with me, but i know your'e not really, else why would you use pet names for me? Your such a sweetie Ry." Brendon said sarcastically.
"Ugh shut up Brendon, it was a way of shortening your name, don't flatter yourself, babe."
Brendon just gave him a gummy smile and walked off. Then he realised, where's he walking to? He kind of lives in the community centre now so there's nowhere for him to go to. He heads around the back and looks through the narrow window into the locker room. The others have left so he trails around to the front door and lets himself in. He climbs into his make shift bunk bed and figures out what he could do.
I have £5 left so i could order a take out and watch t.v or i could buy some vodka and drown my sorrows. Hands up for the pizza?........ Hands up for the vodka? Ooh and we have a winner.
Just as Brendon leaves the shop with his £3.50 bottle of the finest vodka, he spots Jon and Ryan together. He tries to avoid them but catches their sight as they shout over.
"Brendon! Bren! Come 'ere!" Jon shouts across the street.
"Since when were you two hanging out outside of community service?" Brendon intently asks.
"Well, my friends know Ryans' and vice versa, so we're all meeting up for a party. What are you doing out?"
"Just getting some alcohol for tonight's shenanigans!" Brendon tries to be happy.
"What's happening tonight Bren?" Ryan asks, forgetting about the "pet name" situation.
Shit, i'm not actually doing anything tonight. What a fuck up why didn't you just say you weren't doing anything? Well i can't exactly say i'm going back to my home which is the community centre and i'm going to get drunk by myself. Fuck Brendon you dipshit Jon can hear you. Fuck fuck fuck. Dickhead. Wait why the fuck am i talking to myself anyways? Omg Brendon you have some serious issues man.
Before Brendon could even try to cover up his thoughts, Jon butted in.
"Wait, you live in the community centre?" Jon curiously asks.
"What, ha, no, where would you get that idea from?" Brendon stutters while pulling at the collar of his shirt.
"Brendon don't try and fucking deny it, i heard you say it. Well, to yourself."
"Urgh fine, my mom kicked me out and now i'm living in the community centre and getting drunk by myself because i'm a worthless piece of shit. OK?"
For once, Ryan and Jon show some emotion. They feel sympathetic towards Brendon and offer to invite him to the party. He takes them up on the offer and they trail off down the road, asking Brendon all the why's, what's, who's and when's.
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