Kay, so I know this is really short. It's like a prologue, see if you guys like the story.
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Seventeen year old Drake Parker walked out of Club Infinity slowly, tired from the late night concert him and his band mates had just put on. Looking at his watch, he sighed, knowing Josh wouldn't be particularly thrilled to come pick him up at one am, but the show had gone longer than expected and Drake's license had been suspended because he drove drunk once and got caught. Once. He didn't see what the big uproar was for. Being underage might have been a bit like fuel to the fire, but he still didn't like it.
After he had dialed his brothers seven digit cell phone number and waited until the voice mail almost picked up, a groggy voice inquired why he was awoken in the early hours of the morning. "What the hell do you want?" he asked.
"Um…I kind of need you to pick me up…from club infinity…you know…"
"No way am I getting out of my nice, comfy bed to pick you up. No. Walk. Bye."
Drake was a bit taken aback by the answer he had received, fully expecting his dork of a stepbrother to comply and pick him up. His friends were all gone now, figuring Drake had a ride.
He started out on his 4 mile trek back to his house and took a look around. Many of the clubs were closing right now or were almost empty, leaving a scary feeling covering the road. It was dark and he could barely see 10 feet in front of himself. Drake started to walk faster, the creepiness of the dark night and emptying street starting to get to him.
He was at a jog when he rounded the corner of Sycamore Street, not paying attention to what was in front of him, but the man in front of him certainly was.
Drake ran right into the hands of the person who will forever haunt him. Predator versus prey. Young, innocent, unsuspecting, pretty prey.
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So, continue, y/n?