Johnny Vincent walked through the town on leaf-covered sidewalks in
the chilly air of October. He had just passed the open gates of
Bullworth Academy and walked into campus when he caught someone's eye-
and in an instant, red splattered everywhere, a horrifying squeal
sounded, and the person disappeared.
Johnny stood there in shock. Did that person... Explode? People around
him were screaming in terror and they sounded so distant it felt like
a dream. Or, rather, nightmare. This couldn't have happened unless
someone put an explosive or something in their food or their drink or
in anything, any way to get explosives into someone. Why would someone
even have to go that far? The only trace of the person left was their
blood, which painted the ground maroon in large, sticky splotches.
Johnny reached up to his cheek to wipe a off a sticky substance when
he felt it trickle down his face. He looked down at his finger, then
hurredly at his clothes to see he was about as red as the ground in
front of him was.
He ran quickly towards the auto-shop, pausing in his tracks when some
nerdy kid walked up to him. He looked to the nerd to ask what he
wanted (not all that nicely of course- nerds don't just walk up to
Greasers and get a friendly smile) but another explosion of red
silenced him.
By then Johnny was absolutely covered in blood. His hair was sticking
to his face and his neck was itchy and he began to panic. Why in the
hell were people exploding?!
Through all of this mess, for whatever reason, his mind rushed to his
girlfriend, his slut of a queen that he loved so dearly- Lola.
The thought of her only made him rush faster to the shop, meeting the
other Greasers' eyes and suddenly the auto shop was red.
Sticky and red and everyone was gone in a flash.