Alex ran. He ran as fast as he could, rain pouring everywhere around him. It was a torrential downpour. His shoes were making the same noises that a garbage disposal makes when you're trying to unclog it. Squich-squelch. Squich-squelch. He paid no attention to the elderly people he ran past, looking at him with utter disgust. He didn't even turn his head whenever a teenage girl recognized him and had a screaming fit. He just ran right past them, leaving them crushed and depressed. He was soaked through his cherry red hoodie right to the bone, but he didn't even notice. All he knew was that he had to clear his head. There was no way. There was absolutely no way Alex could feel this way about…. another man. All it was supposed to be was a funny game. That's all it was, a game of strip bowling. Alex should've known that Jack sucked at bowling. He should've known that he would lose it all. All they were going to do was play to the skin, laugh at the size of each other's junk, and move on with their lives. Alex was not prepared for what really happened. He was mortified…. He couldn't believe that it had happened…. And then there was the look on Jack's face. Alex could still see his face perfectly. His cheeks tomato red, his eyes wide with shock and maybe even disgust, his mouth clamped shut so tight, there was no doubt his jaw was sore…. Damn Alex's hormones. He could just pass it off as something else. Alex started racking his mind for excuses. He just thought about their room of bras, and how massive some of them were…. He saw a really hot girl across the room and had a quick fantasy…. It never actually happened, it was just a trick of the light…. No, it was no use. Alex knew what had happened, and Jack had known what he had seen. It didn't make sense, though. Alex was straight. Jack was his best friend. There was no way Alex had a… a crush on Jack. This was a BROmance, not a romance. Alex went into a small, junky alley and sat. He sat and thought. Maybe… Maybe there really was something there. He needed to face Jack eventually, why not now? Just as Alex was about to stand up, he heard a voice. "Well, what do we have here?" It was a very gruff, unsettling voice. Before Alex could say anything, a hand with a heavy glove on it clamped over his mouth. It muffled Alex's screams, and he couldn't get away, no matter how hard he tried. He struggled and struggled, but he was quickly losing energy. He couldn't breathe. He slowly started to move slower and slower, his eyelids growing heavy. Suddenly, he heard a loud crack, and everything went black.