Okay guys, here it is. The last story in my Nightmare trilogy. I feel that the other two were kind of rushed, so I'll have to be careful not to move this one along quite as quickly.
"Yo, guys, what's up?" Jake entered Canal Street Electronics after an afternoon of dragon training. Trixie, Spud, and Rose were already there waiting for him.
"Hey, Spud," Jake said. "Wanna play 'Ooze Monster Zombies III'?" Jake reached for the video game.
"Nope, sorry, dude." Spud replied. "I'm studying up on the different types of potions (pay attention to that line; it's important)."
"Okay," Jake said. "I guess I could brush up on my Chinese." Jake proceeded to say a strange phrase in Chinese, but his pronunciation was a little shaky.
Rose picked up a Chinese-English dictionary off the table. Flipping through it, she said, "Jake I don't know what you were trying to say, but it came out as, uh, something about a rubber duck and a blue cow."
"So I'm having a little trouble with the pronunciation." Jake replied sheepishly. "Sue me." He paced for a few minutes, then finally sat down on the couch and picked up a book.
A while later, Jake stood up. "It's a nice day." he said. "Anybody want to go out for a while?" The others agreed, and they all left. They went to the movies, then Lomardo's Pizza.
Soon, though, they headed back to the shop. Suddenly a figure dropped down in front of them. The figure was male, and he wore a Huntsclan uniform. Seven more Huntsboys dropped down behind him.
The one in front gestured to the two directly behind him, "Stok, Beaker." The two leaped into the air and landed behind Jake and his friends.
The one addressed as Stok pulled out his Huntsstaff, clicked it to 'stun', and fired. The kids didn't have time to duck. The four friends were hit square on. The last thing Jake remembered was crying out in surprise before everything went black.