“WELL, WELL, WELL! LOOKY WHAT WE HAVE HERE! HA-HA!!!” Brent sadistically cackled after Tyrell had inadvertently thrown Derek in his arms.

  Derek then fearfully looked up at Brent, who gave him a sick and twisted grin in return.

  A very drunken Greenberg and Shaw accompanied their sinister leader from behind as Jim watched this play out from only seven feet away as he continued his courageous (and foolish) trek towards them.

  “OH NO,” Amber whimpered as he watched her bully of a boyfriend trap the geeky and helpless junior in his arms.

  Noticing her best friend’s concern, Layla asked over the loud music, “What’s wrong, Amb?!”

  Amber didn’t respond.

  Knowing that Layla would most likely not care about Derek’s well-being, Amber decided to act on her own account and stop her boyfriend from making another terrible decision.

  With ‘Fuller the Fucker’ still trapping him in his arms, Derek pleaded, “Bruh-Brent, I’m suh-suh-suh…”

  “WHAT?! You’re ‘suh-suh-sorry’, Bentley?” Brent crudely asked whilst laughing at Derek’s constant stutter. “No, no, NO. Not yet you ain’t, BITCH! HA-HA! NAH! You’ll be ‘sorry’ soon enough!”

  “Ah man. This is SO not gonna end well,” Jim said aloud whilst nearing Derek and Brent.

  Fearing the QB’s wrath still, Jim held back for a moment.

  Overwhelmed by immediate guilt, Jim shook his head whilst sighing, “Ugh… Fuck me.”

  Being a true friend to Derek, Jim ‘nutted up’ and went in after him.

  As Jim pushed way through the crowd, he found himself not being able to reach Derek due to a sizable mob of drunk and high K.H.S. students that had already formed around the increasingly bad scene.

  Due to the mob and their amassing numbers, neither Jim NOR Amber could reach Derek in time.

  So, as both Jim and Amber watched from afar the REAL TROUBLE was only beginning for the poor nerd.

  “Pluh-Pluh-Please, Bruh-Brent,” Derek desperately pleaded. “Let muh-me guh-guh-guh…”

  “SAVE IT, YOU STUTTERING BITCH!” Brent slammed in Derek’s shaking face. “You’re gonna pay for that little ‘hero act’ BULLSHIT that you pulled in front of ME and EVERYONE ELSE last night at Burger Hut! It’s time that FUCKING LOSERS LIKE YOU learn your place in this world… AT THE FUCKIN’ BOTTOM!!!!”

  Throwing the ninety-pound-weakling Derek over his right shoulder now as if he were made of feathers, Brent psychotically cackled, “HA-HA! C’MON, BUDDY! LET’S GO FOR A ‘LITTLE’ RIDE! HA-HA-HA!!!”

  The brutish Football Player then started to carry Derek downstairs with Greenberg, Shaw, and the mob of drunk and high bystanders all following him from behind.

  With most of the people that frequented the dance floor (D.J. Diego included) having now left to follow Brent downstairs, only Amber and Jim remained.

  As shocked looks painted their faces, the two teens stood frozen still before their lines of sight crossed paths with one another.

  Smirking, Jim tipped his head at the Varsity Cheerleader whilst greeting like the ‘slimeball’ that he was, “Heh, heh… Sup-Sup, GIRL?”

  _

  ` “Ugh… Gaaah…” Dexius moaned while he laid in a pool of his own blue blood.

  Having been practically ‘mauled’ by the Vexan Mawl Beast, the Blue Guardian was just barely clinging to life.

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  With the Last Guardian covered in several severe bite and slash wounds, the Mawl was off to the side… ‘Marking its territory’.

  As his eyelids began to draw heavy, the visibly beaten Dexius thought of Princess Ashanna.

  Dexius then realized that if the Mawl were to leave the Escape Shuttle Pod Crash Site then it would most likely wreak havoc on the rest of Keokuk, all of its denizens… AND ASHANNA.

  Dexius knew in his dual-hearts that he couldn’t let such a horrible thing happen. He couldn’t just ‘throw in the towel’ and give up… BECAUSE GUARDIANS DID NOT GIVE UP.

  So, as the Mawl Beast had its hulking backside turned on the downed soldier, Dexius opened his bloodshot and glowing turquoise eyes.

  With his eyelids trembling in the cold and frigid night air, the Blue Guardian looked over his current surroundings.

  Lying off a few feet to his left in a nearby bush was his unfired Pulsar Auto-Rifle.

  After spotting the weapon, Dexius looked back at the Mawl, which was still sniffing through a few other bushes and brush piles after ‘relieving itself’.

  Knowing that he had the element of surprise in his grand favor, Dexius had to act fast if he wanted to truly win this deadly battle.

  So, as the Mawl kept itself occupied by weeding out a small raccoon that had burrowed inside of a thick brush pile, Dexius went to grab his Auto-Rifle.

  Using his left hand to pull the rest of his torn-up body, Dexius dragged his mangled body across the blood-covered ground.

  Reaching out with his left hand, Dexius outstretched his arm to grab his weapon.

  Once Dexius had grabbed his Auto-Rifle, he accidentally cracked a twig underneath himself.

  Hearing this with its heightened hearing, the Mawl stopped hunting for the racoon and froze.

  Turning its head backwards in a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree angle, the vicious beast

  caught sight of what its severely injured prey was doing.

  Knowing that he had been compromised, Dexius gritted his teeth as he said under his breath, “Anna… FORGIVE ME.”

  As the Mawl turned its body around fully to face the Last Guardian, Dexius pulled his Pulsar Auto-Rifle towards himself.

  Aiming at the beast’s bulky head, the Lieutenant curled his twitchy left index finger around the Auto-Rifle’s silver, hair-trigger as the Mawl trampled towards him.

  Whilst the beast came towards him, Dexius managed to get off a single energy shot at the vicious monster, which successfully connected with and burned through its brawny and tough right shoulder.

  Rearing back to let out a roar of pain, the Mawl, fueled by nothing but pure and unfiltered rage, leapt up into the air and crashed down upon Dexius, who continued to fire more energy shots at the beast whilst letting out a maddening scream.

  _

  “HEY, HEY, HEY! WHAT IN THE ‘FIGGITY-FUCK’ IS GOIN’ ON IN HERE, KY-KY?!” Jim ‘cackle-shouted’ after finding a ‘vomit-covered’ Kyle in one of the multiple guest rooms up on the third (top) floor level of the Russell Family Cabin.

  “I brought Sam up here so she could sleep off all the booze she drank during her ‘Keg Stand Rally’... AND THEN SHE THREW UP IN MY FUCKING FACE,” Kyle explained in an emotionless voice as the tomboy laid unconscious on the full-size guest bedroom bed.

  “Holy shit… SAM BLEW CHUNKS IN YOUR FACE?! DAMN, SON! THAT’S FUCKING HILLARIOUS! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!” Jim now ravenously laughed as Kyle glared hatefully at him.

  “What do you want, Jim?” Kyle asked in a bitter tone as he grabbed a spare pillow off the bed to wipe off his face and chest,

  “Heh, heh, heh… GOD! This is the funniest shit EVER!” Jim chuckled. “Man, I wish Derek’s wasn’t about to get TOTALLY OBLITERATED by Fuller so I could pull out my phone and get this shit on my PicDis! Ha-Ha!”

  “WHAT?”

  “Oh yeah. That’s why I came up here. Brent and his fuckboy GOONS are currently takin’ Derek ‘round back to BEAT THE SHIT outta him so I bolted to ‘gather up our forces’ so…”

  “YOU FUCKIN’ LEFT HIM?!”

  “WHOA! Make like Kevin Bacon and ‘JUMP BACK’, dawg! I didn’t leave NOBODY behind. I just… SHIT. I totally left Derek behind and in the hands of…”

  “THE MOST PSYCHOPATHIC DOUCHEBAG EVER!!!”

  “Okay. We probably should go save Derek before Fuller and his fuckboys ritualistically sacrifice him to the Douchebag Gods and Joe Montana.”

  “YA THINK?!?! MOVE, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!”

  Kyle then stormed past Jim, nearly knocking him over as he did so.

  “Hey! YA FUCKIN’ DICK!” Jim shouted as Kyle bolted out of the guest room. “YO! WHAT ABOUT…”

  Jim then looked over at Sam to see that she was still passed the fuck out.

  “Oh, who givesashit? She’s fine,” Jim shrugged before looking towards the opened door that led out of the guest room.

  Letting out a sigh of disdain, Jim groaned, “Ugh… Fuckin’ great. Now I’m DEFINITELY gonna die a fuckin’ virgin.”