A/N: Honestly, the only reason I've uploaded another chapter is because there's a huge snowstorm where I am and I spent the entire day writing.
But I do have the plot really forming in my mind so we'll see where it goes! This might be more of a boring chapter maybe? Soz. Thanks for reading!
Also I should probably do a disclaimer?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Breakfast Club characters bc John Hughes busted through a door a while ago and created them with his magic brain powers lol
Andy opened his mouth to complain about that fact that his car was destroyed when he noticed the box of money was left untouched on the center table. This should be enough leverage to pay for my car, he thought.
He tucked the box under his arm, following Brian and Allison back into the operation room. They passed the table where Claire laid to the other end of the room, where a metal door stood open.
A garage was on the other side with a sleek black classic car in the center. Allison was already in the front seat opening the garage door while Bender was stuffing Claire's lifeless body into the back seat.
He motioned to Andy and Brian. "Sit on either side of her," he said. "If she's sandwiched in, the car won't jostle her as bad."
They hopped in quickly and before the car doors were even closed, the car went off zooming. Brian flew forward, barely steadying himself. Andrew did the same and used his left arm to hold Claire back as well. "Goddamn, slow down!"
Bender turned around in the passenger seat, glaring. "Maybe we could slow down if one of you jumped out and provided a distraction?"
When neither of them said anything, Bender raised his brows. "As I thought. Now shut up, dildos, it's gonna a bumpy ride."
He turned to Allison as she sharply swerved at a turn. "Allison, where's the money?"
Andy could see her knuckles whiten on the steering wheel and her eyes widening in the rearview mirror.
"Shit, John I—"
"Fuck, Allison! Don't you fucking tell me you left it!" Bender punched the car's glove compartment. "Dammit! You realize you're dead right? You're dead and I can't fucking do anything about it anymore!"
Bender spat in her face in anger and her bottom lip quivered. Andy decided that was enough.
"This what you're looking for?" He held up the box.
Bender's eyes caught his. "Give it to me."
Andy pulled the box back toward himself. "My car blew up. You gotta promise me you'll pay for a new one."
"Are you shittin' me, you bastard?" Bender reached back and grabbed Andy's shirt collar before he could react. "You're worries about your car? Allison's life belongs in the box. You wanna fight me? Let's end this quick, then."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.
Bender's eyes were burned into his. "You ask one more question and I'm beating the shit out of you."
Andy's eyes glanced back to Allison. Her eyes stayed focused on the road. What did he mean her life belonged in there? Was this another weird magical phenomenon?
"Here," he shoved the box towards Bender. He let go of him, ripping the box out of Andy's hands.
Andy sat back giving Allison another glance before turning towards Brian to see how he was doing. He got car sick easily.
When he did turn, his eyes widened.
Brian swallowed back the rising bile in his throat. What had he gotten himself into? All that was supposed to happen was the procedure. They were supposed to get going soon after Bender did his thing. Now he was stuck in a some sort of chase next to a corpse.
He wanted to shout out at Andy for upsetting Bender, but was too afraid to really get involved. What could he do anyway?
Claire Standish's head was lolled on his shoulder. Perhaps it was her hair, but he felt a strange warmth from her. He payed it no matter. If he did, he'd probably vomit.
As he watched the mini showdown between his friend and the necromancer, he felt a movement beside him. Claire was probably just being jolted around by Allison's reckless driving. But there, he felt it again. A twitch of her arm maybe. But then he heard a very quiet groan. His brows furrowed as he dared to look down at her.
A frown was upon her pretty face as another groan came out, this time louder. At this point, Andy had turned to see, his shock apparent on his face. Claire coughed now.
Bender turned around again. "Shit. Ally, how far are we?"
"Just about ten minutes. What's going on?"
Claire coughed again, as if breathing was something new. "What? What's—"
"Oh, fuck," Allison said under her breath upon hearing another female voice. She stepped on it.
Brian was frozen in his seat. Her head was still on his shoulder uncomfortably. He didn't want to move, however; he was afraid to startle her. He'd never learned how to treat a patient who had just come back from the dead.
"What's going on?" she asked. Her eyes opened as she took in where she was. Allison ran over a pot hole and the car jumped along with everyone in it.
"Oh my god," Claire said. "Is this human trafficking?"
Bender looked at her. "No, no you're fine, you just—"
She ignored him and realized she was stuffed in the backseat between two strange men. She mustered all the little strength she had and screamed, flailing her limbs.
"Get me out!" she elbowed Brian in the nose and smacked Andy's cheek. For a fresh zombie, she could really hit, Brian thought.
Brian instinctively tried to restrain her while Andy did the same. "Hey, you're okay, Claire!"
She whipped her head around at his voice. "It's me, Claire, your doctor. Dr. Johnson."
"I can't believe you're trying to sell me!" she slapped Brian in the face. He could hear Andy and Bender cringe.
"Hey princess, listen to me," Bender tried again. "If you want to live, fucking cooperate or I'll give you to Scutler. He takes great care of the girls I've given him."
"Bender, what the fuck? We are not selling her!" Andy yelled.
"If human trafficking scares her enough, maybe she'll shut up," Bender shrugged.
"Claire, please calm the fuck down! Let me explain!" Brian said blocking another swing of her arm.
They hit another bump and the car slowed. Brian looked out the window and saw that they had arrived at a small house. It looked like it was part of a quaint neighborhood, but upon seeing the lack of life and abundance of deteriorating structure, Brian assumed it was an abandoned neighborhood.
When the doors unlocked, Claire practically lunged out, climbing over Brian's lap. Allison stepped out in front of her to slow her down.
"Get out of my way, weirdo."
"You've got nowhere to go. You might want to come in and sit."
"Yeah, fuck that."
The rest of them left the car in the midst of the girls' argument and Bender came from behind Claire, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder.
"Get your fucking hands off of me, you oaf!" she pounded her fists on his back in protest as he carried her to the house. Allison, with the money box in hand, jogged up ahead of him and unlocked the door. Brian and Andy followed them in.
"What is this place?" Brian asked.
"Our house," Bender said, tossing Claire onto a couch.
It was actually wasn't too shabby. The living room was to their left as they entered the house; a dining room presumably to their right. They were met with a rickety wooden staircase leading to the upper half of the house. Beside it, a hallway leading into darkness left much to the imagination (possibly a kitchen, bathroom, basement door, evil lair, etc...).
"Listen, I've got money, alright? How much do you want?" Brian joined the rest of them in the living room listening to Claire bargain her way out of a not so imminent danger.
Bender rolled his eyes. "Princess, for the fiftieth time, we're on your side, for fuck's sake."
"You just said you were going to sell me to some creep!"
Brian huffed, stomping forward. "Claire, do you remember me? Dr. Johnson? I did your surgery."
Claire pulled some hair out of her face and eyed him warily. "Yeah."
"Well, you kinda died."
She just stared at him.
"Allow me to explain," Brian said. He turned around, scanning over everyone's faces. They all looked lowkey terrifying; even Andy looked a bit menacing.
"Could you guys, like, leave? Just for a bit?"
They headed into the kitchen.
Bender flicked the lights on and pulled a couple of beers from the fridge for the three of them.
Andy looked on edge standing in the kitchen doorway which made Bender smile a bit. He and Allison took a seat at the kitchen table.
"Beer, Clarke?" he offered. Andy nodded and Bender cracked it open, handing it to him.
"Mind telling me what the fuck just happened back there?" Andy said with a gulp.
"The dead chick came back to life? Thought someone even as dumb as you would catch on."
"Ha, ha. You know what I fucking mean."
Bender glanced at Allison, who was quietly sipping her beer. She may have looked like she was zoning out or something, but he knew she was always listening.
"A gang. Called the Black Lions. They want to kill us, I think."
Andy closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're involved with a gang?"
Bender scoffed. "Everyone we deal with is involved with a gang. Except you dweebs."
"You see my friend out there, right?" Andy pointed backwards with his thumb. "That guy in a crisp little button up shirt with khakis? He's not cut out for this. You need to help us get outta this."
This time Allison spoke up. "You know, it's all of us they're after. Not just us," she glowered at him.
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"She means, Justin Bieber," Bender said swinging his legs up on the table. "That they know about you and doc. They want you too."
"You told them about us?" Andy was furious. What kind of a deal was this?
"It's Allison's life on the line, you fucktard! You don't understand shit about us and you don't understand what it would be like for me to lose her!" Bender spat. He took a swig of his beer.
"Yeah okay, what's he talking about?" Andy regarded Allison.
She glanced at Bender who suddenly took interest in his fingers and stayed silent. She sighed.
"This is all you need to know," she started. "We owe this guy, Billy, a whole load of cash and your friend was offering enough money. The Black Lions had been on the waiting list for a while now and we were supposed to get to them this week. Except they didn't have the money to offer. So, they're pissed at anyone involved."
Her eyes flashed over to Bender again. "But Bender wanted to be finished with Billy. If we didn't pay him up by the end of this month, he'd own me."
Andy went quiet so Bender filled the silence once again. "You get it a bit now, sporto? The last thing I want is for my baby sister's abusive ex to own her. So if that means all of us dealing with the Lions, so be it."
"Shit," Andy muttered. "I'm sorry about that."
She observed his face. Now that she had time to really look, she noticed he was really quite handsome. He was on the shorter side, sure, but she could tell under his bomber jacket he was strong and muscular. But the truly remarkable thing about him was that the sympathetic look on his face was genuine. He felt bad for her, even in this insane predicament he was pulled into. The only one who ever cared about her was Bender. This was weird. Could he just be really good at faking it?
Before she could open her mouth and tell him that he's got nothing to be sorry for, that it wasn't his fault, a yelp in the living room interrupted her.
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