Chapter 3: Strike Two

Hollywood.

DJ was sitting in a director's seat with blue jeans, black boots, an olive green hat and an olive green jacket with the words Darius written in red cursive on a pocket on.

"Cut!" said a male and came off the stage.

"Okay, this isn't working out." he said. "I need a new storyline."

"I've got one." said DJ.

"Who are you again?" asked the guy.

"Darius Drucker." DJ lied.

"Well, hi. My name is Jared Dartrum."

"Do you like a good animal story?" asked DJ.

"You can shoot your thoughts at me." said Jared.

"A teen bull is in love with a really pretty teen cow who later gets pregnant by him. But late the year she gets pregnant, the bull is drowned in a flood. He comes back as the most powerful animal in the world. He then makes his way to a new farm ressurrected with a new wife and a 50s car. From that year forward, he vows to keep the farm safe, but all he does is makes matters worse. So, one year after he arrives, he leaves feeling sorry for ever causing them pain."

"Wow. That's sad." said Jared. "How'd you come up with that so fast?"

"It's just a suburban legend." lied DJ.

"Oh." said Jared.

"Let's wrap it up for today." said DJ.

"Alright. Go to lunch room 216. My buddy, Larry Portman will show you where we sit. I'll be there in a minute." said Jared.

"See you there." said DJ and walked out the door.

Jared's cellphone rings.

"Hello?" Jared answered.

"You're going to die today." said a guy's voice.

"Whoever you are, you don't know your urban legends very well." said Jared.

"This isn't the one about the babysitter and the house. There's something in the soda machine." said the voice. "Something very valuable to you."

Jared hung up and went over to a soda machine which was by a water fountain.

A golden sparkle came from the machine.

It was a gold watch.

He went up, put his hand up in the machine then it got stuck.

"Someone, help!" shouted Jared.

Then, a figure with a coat like Brenda Bates' from Urban Legend showed up.

"Oh, thank you! Please help me!" begged Jared.

Then, "she" put her arm on top of the pop machine.

"What are you doing?" asked Jared.

"She" acted like "she" was going to tip the pop machine forward.

"Someone, help me!" screamed Jared.

The coated figure ("she") tipped the pop machine forward smashing Jared.