L4D: Trent's story

"Here comes The Southside Hunters, with Trent 'Black Cat' Blitz, or 'Unlucky Seventeen'. This young man's never lost a game he's been in. So, let's give him our gratification!" the announcer says loudly into the speakers. The team starts moving out on to the court; Trent groans as he watches several of the girls shake their 'Go Trent' signs. Sighing, he jogs over to Couch, hoping he was on the bench this time.

"Blitz, you're in this game...Go!"

Trent growls under his breath as he walks over to Duncan, his best friend. The other team starts mocking and taunting Trent, trying to get him mad. His eyes turn a shade of green, but Duncan punches his shoulder playfully, calming him down.

"Let those idiots do what they want, you'll show them."

Trent smiles at his friend, Duncan was the only team member that had his back. Every game, Trent would be taunted because there was a rumor going around about his sexuality, and he hated it. The ref calls Trent over to start the game, the rival player taunts at him as he stands there. The ref ignores it and blows the whistle, throwing the ball in the air. Trent jumps up and smacks the ball away from the other's hands into Duncan's. The game starts and Trent runs down the court, wanting Duncan to pass the ball to him. He does and Trent slams it into the hoop. It was going to be too easy this time...

((((((((((((((((((End of game)))))))))))))))))))))

The game ends with SH; 88 and visitor; 10. Trent smirks as the opposing team as they limp off the court in shame.

"You killed them man...lay it here, man, lay it here."

Duncan and Trent slap hands together, proud of bringing down yet another team.

"So, the number thirteen isn't the only number under superstition. Heh."

Trent and Duncan turn around; it was five of the football jocks, Matthew, Jordan, Tom, Dick, and Jaden. Trent growls in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

Jordan laughs and elbows Jaden as the others look around to see the girls start to storm onto the court. Duncan tugs on Trent's jersey and pulls him towards the locker room. Trent mumbles under his breath as he strips out of his clothes, grabs a towel, and marches towards the showers. Ignoring two of the 'bench' players making out, Trent sets the towel down and turns on the showers water. Duncan slips next to him, giving the two horny guys a strange look, and starts up his own shower.

"Trent, you hear anything from your folks?"

Trent scoffs and turns the nozzle of Duncan's shower to cold. Duncan yowls and jumps back. Trent hasn't heard anything from his parents since they moved to the other side of the city to volunteer at Mercy Hospital two months ago. Trent missed his mother, his father...not so much. His groans and rests his forehead against the tiled walls, wanting this disease, Green Flu, to go away so his mother can visit again. Trent turns his head towards Duncan when his feels a gently touch on his shoulder.

"Dude don't worry, your parents will be OK."

Duncan smiles encouragingly, Trent laughs and nods.

"Yeah, you're right...I just miss her...."

"I know, I know you miss your mummy."

Trent shoves Duncan playfully into the wall, a grin of a child across his face. Duncan pushes back and Trent slips and falls to his knees. Trent stands up and turns off his shower. He quickly towel dries his hair before wrapping it around his waist. The other players were known to let girls into the locker room, and three of them tackled him the last game and tried to get somewhere they shouldn't. Walking out, he was glad that there were no girls in the room. In a quick pace, Trent changes into his clothes; jeans, white short-sleeved shirt, and his favorite green collared jacket. He picks up his bag and walks out into the streets.

"I wonder if... Viper saw the game.... or went to my house"

Trent sighs and walks down street, careful not to run into any drunks. When he gets home, he finds the door unlocked.

'Yep, she's here...' Trent thinks as he opens the door, only to be greeted by darkness. Trent groans and fumbles around for the light switch.

'Click'................

"TRENT!!!! YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!"

A blur of purple, gray, and green tackle Trent the floor. It's Viper, Trent's first ever friend. She had dropped out of school last week and in turn was disowned by her parents for being an extreme tomboy. Trent smiles at Viper, moving her down a little so he could sit up.

"Hey V, guessing you saw my last game?"

Viper smiles and snuggles into Trent's chest.

"Yep. Kinda sad that they were desperate enough to ask you to play one last time, even though you dropped out of school two days ago…."

Trent laughs, the game he had just played got The Southside Hunters into the top, totally undefeated. It meant the team locked in the trophy once more. Viper moves off of Trent to give him room to stand up. He does and helps her to her feet, only to be hugged once more. Trent staggers backwards, but keeps his balance. Viper lets go and walks into kitchen, Trent follows.

"SURPRISE!!!"

Trent jumps as he is mauled/hugged by several other girls from the school, and his butt once more greets the ground. The girls squeal and snuggle into his chest.

"OK, OK!!! Knock it off! Give him some room."

It was Duncan. Trent lifts up an arm, Duncan and Viper grab his arm and pull him to his feet.

"Hey, thanks man...and V. So what's the big deal? Why are all these people here?"

Trent whispers as he brushes himself off, giving the mental note to clean the house soon. Viper says that everyone wanted to give him a small 'farewell' party. Trent blushes, he hated being the center of attention and now he is. Startled and flushed, Trent stammers out, "You guys d-didn't have t-to do th-this you know."

Trent, embarrassed, rubs the back of his head and grins sheepishly. Viper giggles and elbows him in the ribs. He groans and rubs his side, mumbling to her not to do that again. She whispers to him, "I know you like guys, that's why all these girls are here, to make you uncomfortable."

Trent looks at her in astonishment, how dare she do that...at least his father's not here, the damn homophobe. He growls lowly and picks up his basketball bag. He says he'll be back as he trudges up the stairs to his room, the master's bedroom. Trent throws the bag on to a chair and fishes out his keys. He so had to change his locks so he could keep uninvited guests out. A small chuckle escapes his lips as he thought of Viper trying to open the door, failing horribly. Trent smiles and places the keys on the drawer. He looks at himself in the mirror and sees a picture of himself as an infant with his mother tucked between the glass and wood. He carefully removes it and looks into his own blue eyes. Trent's face hadn't at all during his whole life; he still had what Viper calls, the 'baby face'. She even said once that he looked fourteen or thirteen when he's asleep. Placing the picture back, Trent gathers up his courage and walks back downstairs. He finds Duncan and Viper had banished the fangirls out of his home and are sitting on the kitchen counter. Before he could think, Duncan threw the basketball they used in the game at him. Trent catches reflexively and notices that there more than skid marks on the ball, everyone had signed the it.

Great year gave us boy- Couch Mac.

Sorry about the begging- Assistant Couch Homer.

See you around T~ Nick 14

473-563-8967~ Ginny 'call me'

U R AWESOME, see you buddy- George 10

Wished you stayed- Markus 07

There were many other things written on the orange ball, Trent looks up at the two.

"You guys..."

Trent grins and gives a group hug from his best friends. Duncan pulls back and bids Trent good night, closing the door behind him. Trent places the ball on the couch, careful not to smug the ink. He walks into the kitchen and sees Viper holding a can of his favorite soup. She tosses it to him and smirks as he catches it.

"Jess, V do you stalk me?"

"No, it's the abundant one in the cabinet..."

Trent blushes shyly and places the can next to the shove, bending down to grab a pot from the lower cabinet. Viper slaps his rear, Trent bolts straight up, face bright red. He turns to her, with a startled look on his face.

"W-why did y-you do t-that!?"

Viper shrugs and says she wanted to know if Trent would top in a relationship, Trent's reaction tells her he's a bottom. Trent's face gets redder (if that's even possible) and puts the pot on the front burner. Quickly, he opens the can and pours the contents into the pot, turning on the burner as well. Viper slinks up behind him and slips her hands up his shirt. Trent jumps and pushes her back, not liking what she's playing at.

"If you know I'm gay, then why are YOU DOING THAT!?!?"

Viper falls over laughing; it was a true laugh, which is one of Trent's weaknesses. He couldn't keep a straight face and starts cracking up along with her. Maybe dropping out of school was a good thing.

((((((((((The next day)))))))))))

Trent wakes up in his room, last night he and Viper split the soup before she retired to his spare room. Trent had cleaned up the kitchen and collapsed on the bed, asleep as soon as his head met the pillow. He smiles to himself, but the tranquility was broken as Viper screams, "TRENT!!"

Trent flies off the bed and throws on some sweatpants as stumbles out of the room and down the stairs. Viper was sitting on the couch, white faced and had her eyes glued to the T.V screen. The story that was on was how three Infected patients had attacked and killed three people at Mercy Hospital. The news caster just put up the first victim's picture; the body was torn apart, missing its left arm and both legs. The second body was thought to be his father, since he had gone missing since the attack. The body was de-bowled, both legs had been ripped off and the head missing. Trent covers his mouth in horror as the last picture is put up; it was his mother. Viper gasps as Trent falls to his knees, tears swimming in his eyes.

"No…th-that can't be her…"

Trent whispers but he is proven wrong as the news caster says.

"The last victim has been identified as the Southside Hunters' top player, Trent Blitz's mother, Rebecca Blitz…"

Trent wails in pain and collapses in a heap, crying like he did when he was little. His mother, his protector had been killed by the people she tried to help, why?

Why did she get killed? Why couldn't it have had been someone else?

All these questions swirled in Trent's head, but one thing stuck out; This just had to be a bad dream…

But Trent knew, he just knew, that it wasn't. Viper kneels down next to him and wraps her arms around her scared and confused friend.

"Shhh….it's ok…it's ok…shhhhh."

Trent whimpers and nuzzles into Viper's shoulder, not believing what was happening.

"Mom...no."

Viper turns off the T.V and holds Trent close, disbelief on her face as well. Trent fell asleep quickly; his body tired from this and the shock took him down. His mother was gone, and the Infection still rages on.