"Gunther, you got that board ready yet?" Kick said

"Yeah, Kick! Here ya go!" Hither said

The chubby blond handed over the modified skateboard to his shorter friend. "I added a super charged jet engine to the back, guaranteed to give you a huge boost. You'll get more air then you ever have before! Plus, I tightened the wheels and axels to handle the high speeds and air velocity. You'll practically make it to the moon!" Guther said

"Awesome." Kick said

Kick took the board and looked it over quickly. The new add on was enormous, shiny, and looked quite dangerous. "This is going to be one wild ride." He smirked before looking over at the wooden ramp that rested in the middle of their street, the end sloping straight up to the sky. He sat the jet powered skateboard on the ground and placed his foot on it without hesitation.

"Alright, Gunther, got the camera?" Kick said

"Yep!" Guther said

"Is there a crowd of people behind me shaking with anticipation?" Kick said

"As always." Guther said

"Good. Then we're ready to go." Kick said

"Right!" Gunther saluted his courageous friend before jogging to a safe distance before Kick started up the machine.

The sound of the engine was a small whine at first, but it quickly grew into a defining roar as gas surged through its parts. As it prepared to ignite it shook violently back and forth, making the flimsy skateboard it was attached to thrash about like it was in an earthquake, and Kick had to work hard to maintain his balance.

Just as howl of the mechanism became so loud Kick thought his ears would start to bleed it quieted completely. He blinked in surprise and was about to turn around and ask Gunther what was wrong with it, but before he got a chance a huge burst of fire flared out from the back and sent him flying towards the ramp.

Taken completely off guard he quickly bent down and grabbed hold of the board, literally hanging on for dear life. He'd never gone this fast before and as the wind whipped past him, slapping him viciously in the face, he wondered if this had been a bad idea.
All too soon the ramp came into view and before the daredevil knew it he was rocketing up into the sky, leaving the wood behind him scorched and burning.

The ground below him was becoming farther and farther away and for once in his life his heart was racing with fear. Yes, this had been a terrible idea.

His fingers turned white as they gripped the board tighter and he closed his eyes, wondering if he'd ever open them again. It felt like forever as the engine carried him through the clear blue sky, past birds, and clouds, and planes. He imagined he was leaving Earth's atmosphere and soon he would be floating in space, but that wasn't the case. As soon as he and his board reached a certain altitude the engine quickly died and Kick felt an all too familiar sensation.

He was falling...fast.
Opening his eyes in pure terror he looked down and saw the ground quickly getting closer. Soon enough he could see his neighborhood, his house, and all the horrified faces of the people who had come to watch his idiotic stunt that would probably cost him his life. He plummeted like a rock back to Earth, still clutching the board to his chest. There was no time for him to even cry as his body tensed up and waited for the contact of the asphalt to break him into tiny little pieces. What had he told Gunther once? It's only pain?

CRACK!

The skateboard shattered into fragments as it hit the street. The second crack wasn't as bad, but it was still loud, as Kick landed next. His helmet collided with the hard surface and split in two. Kick bounced once before his body was sent into a roll from the gravity and didn't stop till it was half way down the street.
Everyone held their breath as they looked on, wondering if the young daredevil had finally got himself killed. He didn't move for what seemed like forever, but a groan finally escaped his lips as he opened his eyes to find he was still alive.

"OHMYGOD, KICK!" Gunther yelled as he began to take off down the street, ready to assist his buddy, but an enraged shout stopped him in midstride.

"DILLWEED!" Brad said

Kick's eyes grew wide as his brother's voice traveled across the neighborhood. He'd never heard him sound so irate.

Brad stomped towards where his little brother lay in the middle of the street, his face was beet red and his hands were clenched into angry fists. As he reached Kick's side he quickly pulled him up by his arm and began to drag him inside. He didn't care if Kick was injured; it'd serve him right to pull something so stupid. Everyone was staring at the scene before Brad turned to them and very rudely told them to stop gawking and go home. Turning his attention back to Kick he dragged him the rest of the way inside and slammed the door.

Once in their house Brad grabbed Kick by the shoulders and looked at him straight in the eye.

"What were you thinking?! You could have DIED!" Brad said

"I…I…" Kick sniffled. His heart had calmed down a little, but fear still gripped his insides, choking the tears out of him.

Brad simply rolled his eyes before flipping Kick over in his arms so his backside was sticking out in the air. He raised his hand high in the air before bringing it down swiftly on Kick's butt. The smack echoed through the house, and another smack quickly followed.

"If I EVER catch you doing a stunt that dangerous again then you'll get a lot more than just my hand, Dillweed!" Brad continued to bring his hand down against his brother's butt over and over again, teaching him a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. Even when his hand began to sting Brad still kept at it.

"Ahh!... Ow!... I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Just please stop!" The tears were flowing like a river from Kick's eyes as he whimpered and sobbed as his older brother continued to spank him.

The few minutes seemed like hours to Kick, but eventually Brad gave one more good whack on Kick's backside before stopping and letting his little brother slip from his hold. The little daredevil hiccupped before looking up at his older brother with tear-stained eyes.

"I'm really sorry," Kick said

Brad scowled down at kick before kneeling down and gathering his only brother up in a tight hug. He was so glad Kick wasn't hurt, or worse, and it was good to feel his breathing body in his arms. Kick whimpered as his big brother's arms encircled him and he hugged back just as tight, feeling safe and secure, and glad to be back on Earth where he belonged.