A/N: Hey guys, long time no see right lol. But seriously, sorry for being gone for a month, my pc has been in the shop and I've been busy with a game called For Honor. Also with the addition of a phone finally not working or turning on or anything, you can almost visualize what my month has been like. Got a new phone and immediately began finishing this chapter. I'm working on the next as I type this (don't ask how lol). Anyways sorry for the hiatus period, ENJOY!

Friday 12:35 P.M.

Huey sat in the back of his physics class. He usually half way paid attention but even that was an ordeal for him. He knew almost all of the material and he never studied. He was never diagnosed with photographic memory but all of the teachers insisted he had it.

'I can't believe I have to sit here and listen to this while my Grandads assassin is still loose. Hell if Grandad didn't know how to use a pistol I would never leave the house. How the hell did things get like this? I'm close to perfecting the battery, I can feel it. But why did Riley come back. He said I jumped in front of a bullet meant for himself. The man at the top with the tattoos...that's who Riley said killed me. But why was he aiming at Riley? Was it someone who knew I would take the bullet for him or was it just a maniac...maybe worse, maybe both. What I really want to know is just how did Riley get away from those masked men? They looked like professionals...and I actually let him go with that guy. More importantly those masked assassins were armed and as far as I know Riley doesn't have any professional driving experience. The only way he could have gotten away from them is by using...no, that's not possible. There's no way I would teach him that unless it was absolutely necessary.'

Friday 12:36 P.M.

Riley had his arms pulled back and was taking several punches to his abdomen. He grunted in agony but was secretly greatful for the 3 layers of clothing he had on (A/N: tank top, shirt, hoodie). It barely protected him but any help was better than none. Robert held his arms while John threw the punches. He stopped to catch his breath for a second.

"Hahh...man you sure can take a beating. I see why Butch Magnus respects you so much." He held a bloody smile but Riley just mean mugged him.

"Fuck you, I'd beat yo ass if this fuckboi wasn't here!" Riley spoke of Robert.

"I'm sick of this nigga John, shut his ass up!" The top wide receiver yelled.

John threw a haymaker to Riley's chin and it rocked him. Blood leaked from his mouth.

'How did I let him grab me from behind?'

(Flashback) Riley started hopping for a second to warm his legs up. He stretched both of his arms and waved them over.

"Aight come get the work!" Riley tightened his fist and placed his left hand out forward which lined up with his chin, his right hand close and directly under his chin. He had a light bounce and his hands were never stationary because he had to keep his opponents guessing. Soon after his infamous battle with Butch Magnus he had his Grandad sit him down and watch the best boxers of all time. He studied Muhammad Ali, "Sugar" Ray Robinson, "Sugar" Ray Leonard, Mike Tyson, Rocky Marciano, Floyd Mayweather Jr, Willie Pep, etc. Riley was sure of his boxing prowess and reflexes. He just needed to focus.

"You're gonna be begging for us to stop in a minute." John rushed him first.

Riley threw a jab that was lightning quick and it caused John to stop his attack. It gave Riley the opportunity to connect a right cross deep into his solar plexus. John fell against one of the bathroom sinks and Robert was right behind him. Robert put his fists up close to his his face right under his line of sight. Riley could tell by his forward posture and advancing movement that he was an aggressive striker. Robert immediately threw a left- right hook combo and Riley saw them from a mile away. He leaned back to avoid the left hook and decided to counterpunch. Before Robert's right hook started motion, Riley was already throwing a ducking right hook to his chin that connected perfectly. It wobbled Robert but John was back up and he was more on guard this time. He stepped forward with his hands low in case Riley was looking to throw more body shots. Riley had seen these kind of tendencies before from other boxers once they felt his power cross. However this guy was no boxer so he couldn't even hide it well. Riley threw another lightning fast jab that snapped John's head back, causing him to throw his hands up in a blind attempt to block his (now bleeding) face. Riley paused for a second and as soon John lowered his hands again Riley feinted another jab. John went to block his face and Riley switched mid punch to a right cross into his ribcage. John grabbed his side in agony. Robert was rushing this time but Riley was ready. He noticed Robert not blocking his face at all.

'Not scared huh? Even after I rocked your ass. Guess ima have to sleep you this time.' He stepped back a few inches before drawing his right hand back. At the last second he noticed Robert leaning lower than usual.

'A body punch? No, a tackle! I need to throw an uppercut but he's too close now! I'll get some room first.' Riley backed up a few more inches until he felt an awkward step on a wet surface. 'Fuck!' He lost his footing and Robert tackled Riley full force and they slammed into the wall. Riley banged the back of his skull against the wall and his vision weakened. (End of flashback)

Friday 12:37 P.M.

Jazmine and Cindy were at the mall sitting in the cafeteria. They had just ordered five guys and were discussing some of their activities.

"Ok so we've been to the nail salon and you walked out with just a manicure." Jazmine recounted.

"Right." Cindy confirmed.

"We went through about 20 dresses at the best clothing store and you hated them all."

"They were disgusting." Cindy corrected her.

"And you wouldn't even look at the heels." Jazmine frowned.

"I told you I have flats I can wear." Cindy smiled while stuffing a few fries in her mouth.

"Cindyyyy, we need you to absolutely KILL tonight!" She exclaimed.

"I know, I know...it's just...I'm not good with dresses or heels." She looked down at her food to hide her embarrassment.

"Well that's just because you don't see how stunning you look in them! Seriously girl, tell me what's on your mind. I know it's not just the dress." Jazmine inched closer and gave Cindy warm and welcoming smile.

"Well...it's a little complicated." She started.

"I bet it has something to do with your mystery man." Jazmine raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"Hey, you know what? You're the one with the man problems!" Cindy pointed her finger at her.

"What?! My life is totally straight forward with guys." Jazmine crossed her arms defiantly.

"Oh yea? Then what's the deal with Brenden?" Cindy smirked and crossed her arms as well.

"Ugh, I really don't wanna start wit- oh hold on." Jazmine felt a vibration in her jacket pocket. She took her phone out and began reading her text message. Cindy watched Jazmine's face go through a cycle of emotions. Jazmine put her phone down.

"Was that Riley?"

"Actually it was Brenden. He was apologizing for a scene he tried to pull with Riley this morning." Jazmine sighed.

"Why do you even put up with him? You know when he's not around you he's mostly a douchebag?" Cindy threw her arms out.

"Yea that's what I keep hearing about him." Jazmine mumbled as she began to text him back.

"So...why did you start dating him again? For the record I ship the fuck outta you and Riley so don't say nobody would support y'all."

"I'm dating him because even though he's a douche in everybody's eyes, he's charming in mine." Jazmine looked up at Cindy who was pretending to gag until she noticed Jazmine eyeing her.

"Oh sorry, I guess I felt something coming up for a second. What were you saying?" She teased playfully.

"I was saying that Riley. Is. Just. A. Friend. And I'd like to keep it that way, you know how many friendships are ruined because a girl and guy can't keep their dirty thoughts to themselves? Besides Riley doesn't remember much about the past few weeks so I'm not even sure if he still feels the same way about me." Jazmine diverted her eyes and Cindy caught a glimpse of sorrow in her voice.

"Dooooo you want him to remember?" Cindy leaned forward to study Jazmine's features. There was a slight twitch in the corners of her mouth before she spoke.

"Yes, I mean no! Well...I don't know. Everything was moving so fast before and now it's slow and nice and I just don't want Riley to remember something about me that could change this." She grabbed some fries from her tray and started chewing on them.

"What like that kiss?" She teased with a grin.

"Shhh!" Jazmine waved her hands while looking around as if someone was eavesdropping. "Yes! Especially that kiss!" She almost whispered.

"Damn was it that bad haha! I remember you telling me how great it was!" Cindy laughed while taking a few fries for herself.

"It was...the most genuine kiss I've ever had." Jazmine said as she lowered her face in embarrassment. Cindy just stopped chewing and waited for Jazmine to continue.

"I've kissed a few guys before, I even frenched before. I thought it was just a simple interaction between a man and woman but...but it was much more than that. When Riley kissed me I felt hot, almost like I was burning up from the inside out and there was no animosity from him like there was with the other guys. Those guys were like...DOGS...looking for another bone. But Riley was gentle and passionate, now it almost seems like a dream." Jazmine looked back up and Cindy's mouth hung down.

"Well shit nigga, it sounds like prince charming woke you up from a gotdamn coma!"

Friday 12:38 P.M.

Huey tapped his foot impatiently with his arms crossed.

'Something isn't right. I can feel a sudden shift of...energy...in the air. I need to take a look around. I wanna be wrong this time, hopefully I'm just getting rusty.' He thought to himself as he raised his hand.

"Yes Huey?" The man wearing glasses and holding a book called out.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Huey got up from his seat before the teacher could even approve.

"O..k. Just don't get lost now."

Huey pulled his phone out and sent a text to Riley.

'Where are you?' He walked down the hall of the second floor. He checked the bathrooms first before heading down to the computer lab. He scanned the room and found Caesar. He walked over after giving the teacher a nod.

"Hey man." Huey tapped Caesars shoulder.

"Yo what up, everything good?" He dapped Huey up.

"I'm not sure yet, got one of those feelings you know?"

"Word? Is it those cats with the masks again?" Caesar looked around for a second.

"I hope not. I'm looking for Riley so I can get some self confirmation."

"I think he got the first lunch period, so he should be in the cafeteria."

"Thanks man." Huey was out the room quicker than super glue drying.

'Still no word from Riley. Even if he's in class, he would still text back no matter what he would say. Jazmine would take almost a whole day to respond because she's still mad at me. Maybe she's right to keep her distance from me, that's not important right now. I need to find Riley.'

Huey reached the first floor and found the cafeteria. He stepped in and scanned the entire area. He couldn't find Riley, Cindy, or Jazmine. He turned and went back into the hall. He pulled his phone out and dialed Cindy's number.

Friday 12:40 P.M.

Riley closed his eyes and gathered the blood in his mouth. He looked up and John was fanning his hand in agony.

'He must have hurt his wrist with that sloppy punch. That's what happens when you're taught to play football and not how to throw a proper hook. Ahhh shit, my jaw hurts, my fucking head hurts, my ribs hurt, and my legs feel kinda weak! Not to mention my vision is a little hazy. There's gotta be a way to recover or who knows what else they'll do to me. FUCK! I need to focus and figure out a game plan and I need to figure it out now!'

Riley slowly inhaled and it almost seemed like time itself began to slow down. He felt like the cool air had ran though his head like an airduct. He was used to having a hot head and being stressed but this was a new feeling. An overwhelming but almost familiar sensation. His legs felt strong again and he couldn't feel anymore pain. The only thing he could feel was Roberts arm lock weakening. He noticed things he hadn't before, like how John had just the slightest twitch in his left foot.

'Looks like a childhood injury.'

He also noticed how ragged Roberts breathing was behind him.

'This guy has really bad cardio. This must be why they lost their last game. How did I not notice this shit before? I know exactly how to crush these clowns!'

"You know, I almost felt that punch. Maybe if you weren't so weak you could break some tackles out there instead of falling at the slightest touch." Riley gave his signature smirk and waited for John's reaction.

"Rrrrggghhh, I'm gonna enjoy stitching you up!" He threatened as he pulled a switch blade out from his jacket. Riley held his smirk for dramatic effect.

'Great, he pulled a weapon. This may not go the way I want it to but I can't just wait for him to gut me. I need to get this guys hands off my head so I can break his nose.' Riley thought to himself.

"I gotta say you guys look really good in red." He said as he gathered more blood in his mouth and spat as far as he could. Red liquid covered the left side of John's face and he was livid.

"I hope that was fucking worth it!" John lunged forward with his knife hand.

'No time to waste.'

Friday 12:41 P.M.

Jazmine grabbed a few fries to chew on.

"It's just not meant to happen. I value our friendship too much."

"Yea but-", Cindy's phone rang and she took it out to see Huey's name lit up, "Oh gimme a sec, it's Huey."

Jazmine just rolled her eyes. She still hasn't forgiven Huey for what happened on her 16th birthday. She announced before how she wasn't angry at him anymore but everyone could feel the tension whenever they were in the same room.

"Yeah? No I haven't seen him...o...ok Huey. I'm not at school because I'm grown nigga! Ok, ok I'll see if he picks up. Bye." She hung up.

"What was that about?" Jazmine said with her arms crossed.

"Huey said he had a bad feeling and he can't find Riley. I'm feeling a little bothered about this now." Cindy scrolled through her contacts.

"Yea well Huey isn't right ALL the time." She said defiantly. Cindy just glanced up at her.

"I think we can count on one hand how many times Huey was wrong and that's good enough for me honestly." She went back to her phone.

"Ugh whatever, what are you doing now?"

"Just wanna make sure Riley's ok." She dialed his number and put the phone up to her ear. After a minute she stopped and went back to her contacts.

"Nothing?" Jazmine asked. Cindy shook her head in response.

"Straight to voicemail. Lemme try Sean." The mention of his name made Jazmine frown.

"That lightskinned dude? Is that really a good idea?."

"Oh come on, not you too." Cindy glared at Jazmine.

"Well if there's at least one thing I agree with Huey on, it's that this guy seems really dangerous and we just don't know him well enough. I mean the guy killed his brother, he said so himself."

"Well lately he seems to be the main guy looking after Riley so for now he's gonna have to be trusted." She waited for his phone to ring. "I hope this is the right number he gave me. Oh hey it's ringing."

"You got his number? Wait...wait, wait, wait, tell me he's not your mystery guy!" Jazmine covered her mouth.

"What?! No!" Cindy scoffed. "This might not even be the right number cause this is like the 5th ring-...oh hey."

Friday 12:43 P.M.

Sean was in the back room of his apartment sitting at the grand piano. There was nothing on it but a single framed picture and a simple cellphone next to it. He stared at the frame holding a picture of his 15 yr old OLDER brother. He was in the middle of playing a famous piece called "Moonlight Sonata". It helped him remember the good times he shared with his late brother.

'The football games. The blacktop courts. The ramen noodles. The video games. The wrestling. The action figures. The music.'

The vibrant music also helped him remember the worst times he shared with his brother.

'The fights. The arguing. The fights. The competition. The fights. The differences. THE FIGHTS! The possessiveness! THE GOTDAMN FIGHTS!'

The music helped him remember everything about his brother, good or bad. And that's exactly what Sean wanted. His brother was gone forever so he wanted to remember as much as possible until he finally kicks the bucket himself. He pressed the keys harder and harder each passing moment.

'Killed him. You killed him. You killed him! You killed him! YOU KILLED HIM!'

The cellphone on the piano interrupted his thoughts with a loud ring. He continued to play and internally calm himself down. By the fourth ring he had noticed the id reading Cindy's name. He immediately stopped playing and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Oh...hey." Cindy sounded a bit surprised.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, I just didn't know if you were gonna pick up the phone."

"Sorry, I was...away for a second. What happened? I thought I told you not to contact me unless there was an emergency."

"There is an emergency you asshole!" She raised her voice.

"I get that a lot." He calmly retorted.

"Whateva nigga, here's the thing. I know you don't really know any of us that well except Riley I guess but Huey has this weird thing he does where he can somehow tell when shit is about to hit the fan and he just told me shit was about to hit the fan. We don't know where Riley is so if you care as much as you say you do, you-", she was speaking so fast Sean had to stop her.

"Wait, wait, wait. Slow down for a second. You're telling me Huey can magically feel when bad things are going to happen and that Riley is probably in danger right about now?" He questioned.

"That's one way to put it but yea, ever since I've known him. The thing is, he should be at school but I'm on the other side of town so I can't check on him and he won't answer my call." She answered.

"Ok...well I guess I'll go check it out since I'm not that far from the school. One bus ride away actually. In fact a bus should be outside my place in about 5 minutes." He checked the time on the black watch he had on his left hand.

"Oh thank you so much Sean, I promise I'll repay you one day but let me get off so you can catch that bus. Bye!" She thanked him with relief.

"Anytime." He left it at that as Cindy ended the call.

'Shit.' Sean threw on a slim bulletproof vest, a level 3A to be exact. He threw an all black thermal over it and an all black pilot jacket topped with white fur over that. He ran to the kitchen and took a joint out of the first drawer. He lit it and stuck it in the corner of his mouth to puff on. He grabbed bus fare from the second drawer and a few items. He grabbed a mouth guard, some black gloves with steel plated knuckles (made to pack a serious punch), and his all black titanium navy Seal knife. He also some thick shades with a deep and dark tint. Last thing he grabbed before leaving was a GPS looking device. He ran to the stop just as the bus pulled up. It came to a screeching halt and he was on it.

Friday 12:45 P.M.

'No time to waste.' In one full motion Riley stomped his timberlands down against Roberts foot while crashing his head back into Roberts face, breaking his nose. Riley grabbed Johns knife hand with his left and pulled it down. He then threw a low front kick to Johns bad foot. He threw a bonecrushing right cross to his ribs as well, throwing his body against the sinks. Riley quickly turned around with a lunging elbow that smashed Roberts jaw, knocking him to the ground instantly. He turned to Robert and pushed him against the wall. A flurry of punches turned Roberts face into a bloody mess. As John was getting up, Riley grabbed him and slammed his head against the bathroom mirror causing an audible crack.

"P-please...no more." John shielded his blood covered face with his arm in defense. Robert was leaning against a sink and was unintentionally wiping blood all across the mirror.

'The way he says that really pisses me off. I can barely think straight but all I wanna do is smash this guy's face in.'

Riley grabbed John by his jacket collar and picked him up to his feet. He slammed him against the sink with a growl.

"You fucked with the wrong one this time! Why shouldn't I kill you nigga!?" Riley sneered in his face but before he could do anything he noticed Robert rushing him.

With a weak groan, Robert did his best to grab Riley. Without hesitation Riley thrust his right hand out into Roberts chest. It stopped him with a thud which caused Robert to groan some more.

'I don't know what I'm doing...but I do..know what I'm doing. I think.'

Riley twisted his body along with his arm and Robert was sent flying back. As he smashed into the wall, Riley realized something was very, very wrong.

'Ok one, why did I do that? Two, how did I do that? And three, I THINK I FUCKING KILLED HIM!'

12:47 P.M.

"Look, just see if you can get a hold of Riley. I'll see you later, bye." Huey pocketed his phone and headed to the food lines.

'I might as well grab a...whoa. That's a lot of negative energy I just felt. Please don't be you.' Huey changed direction and ran to the hallway.

'It's much more out here in the hallway. The source feels like the bathroom.'

He threw the door open and his eyes went wide. Riley was standing there heaving while two men were laid out on the ground. But the first thing he noticed was the blood. Blood on the stalls, floors, sinks, and mirrors.

'There's so much blood...what the hell happened?'

"Riley?" Huey called out to him. Riley was staring down at his hands in disbelief. "Riley!" He called a little louder. Riley flinched before turning his head as slow as Huey thought was possible for him.

"I didn't...I didn't mean to I swear. I didn't mean to!" He yelled before running for the door.

"Riley wait!" Huey put his arm out to grab him but Riley already had his arm extended. He shoved Huey with the force of a pro football runningback. He simply shook his head in disbelief and turned back to the scene before him. He walked over to check John's pulse. 'He's alive...thats good. How the hell did he do this? The environment should have been a disadvantage for him with the wet floor and closed space and all. Two versus one is never easy...unless...nah, no way.' He walked over to Robert and turned him over. He checked his pulse and began to check various spots on his torso.

"Damn...I may not know how it started but I know how it ended."

Friday 12:53 P.M.

'He wasn't moving. I shouldn't have done that. Why the fuck did I do that!? I was angry but...but why did I keep hitting them? Why did I want to...kill them!?' He stared at the ground as he walked as fast as he could towards the exit. 'I can take the exit door by the locker rooms.' He thought as he ran past the gym. He found the locker rooms and weight room next to the gym. As he was running towards the exit, he was stopped by a voice.

"FREEMAN!" It was the head football coach who had a voice that could terrify lions. Riley stopped with wide eyes and turned nervously.

"Ye- yea coach?" He tried his best to disguise his exhaustion.

"Funny seeing you down here. Haven't really seen you much since you left the team. Oh wait, you're here rejoin!" The coach almost jumped with joy.

"Nah coach, I'm sorry but I was just looking for C-Murph."

"Ahhhhh come on Riley, we need you! Ok look I love Brenden, as a player not a person. He's a great football player but we both know it should be you out there running that ball." He desperately insinuated.

"Coach, my dude. I'm glad you recognize the skills but I got a lot a shit on my plate at the moment." Riley started backing up slowly.

"Tell you what, if you join the team again I'll make sure you graduate. Think of this as a free ride to college. What do you say huh?" The coach smiled as he crossed his arms.

"I...don't know what to say coach. That sounds a lil too good to be true. I kinda gotta be somewhere but lemme think about it for a minute." He said as he headed for the back exit door.

"I'm giving you a week freeman!" The coach yelled back at him.

Riley rushed outside and up the side towards the entrance.

'A free ride ay? That's the kind of luck I've been needing this week! I need to really think about this. First I need to get home, I've had enough of the world for today. Well, at least until the party. The fucking party! I think I forgot to grab a mask. I can't just be a nigga wit no mask up in there. I feel a lil betta now that I'm out on the street. I hope I didn't kill that guy. I'll claim self defense...i mean that's what it was. It was just self defense...but if they do me wrong just cuz I'm black I could be in prison for years! This some fucking bullshit! I can't go to prison, I still gotta lose my virginity dammit! I had my chance last year at that party but Cindy ruined it for me. That bitch haha!'

He chuckled to himself. Riley needed to laugh so he wouldn't be as afraid. Everything seemed to be working for the moment, all was not so bad. It was actually ok for a few minutes. Then came the darkness.

Friday 12:55 P.M.

Sean jumped off the bus and pulled out his GPS device. He turned it on and a map with a blinking red dot appeared on the screen. He turned the corner and spotted the school a block away. He lightly ran to get there quicker. He stopped on the other side of the street from the school and scanned the entire area.

'Should I go through the front? East side looks clear but I don't want to risk losing Riley. I'll move to a better location for...', he watched a suspicious looking van cruise down the side street by the school. He followed the van up the street in the shadows. He stayed behind the parked cars to make sure the van didn't catch him. He noticed Riley running out from the back and around towards him. Sean crept behind each car, making his way closer to the van. Riley turned at the intersection and the van followed.

'It's probably just a coincidence. There's no way Cindy was telling the truth about Riley's brother. I bet they're not even following him.' Sean thought to himself. He watched the van creep even closer until the back doors opened and two men wearing masks jumped out. 'Ahhh shit!' Sean started to run as he watched the men throw a black bag over Riley's head and knock him out. Sean was now a few meters away when the van pulled off. He carefully scanned the license plate to remember.

"Shit! Now who the hell are these guys!?" He sighed with exhaustion as he began to fully sprint down the sidewalk. The van was gradually gaining distance between them but Sean wouldn't slow down. He instead pushed himself to the limit. He noticed the van quickly turning right on a red light. Sean decided to take a detour through a long alley with a gate in the middle. He jumped the gate with ease and kept running. He checked his GPS device and the flashing dot was already moving past where he was exiting.

'Now they're going left. I can't keep chasing them on foot but I've got no ride. Maybe I can...no that won't work. I'm gonna have to call in a favor.' He ran across the street into another alley while dialing on his cellphone. He kept looking for the van as he crossed each alley intersection.

"Hey Sylvia, it's me. Long time n-...what? It's me, Sean. Yea sorry, I'm running at the moment. No time to explain, you still got my location by tracker? Great, I'm gonna need a small favor from you. Of course I didn't call you, you're married. Wait so you weren't joking about divorcing your husband to be with me? You told me he was a piece of shit but I swear you were smiling so I assume-...ok well excuse me. You know I've never been the best at reading you. I-...well that wasn't called for. I think you may have hurt my feelings, you're gonna have to do a lot to make up for- huh? Yea I'm still running and fuck I forgot about Riley! See what happens whenever I talk to you? ADHD comes out everytime haha!"

Friday 1:09 P.M.

'I recognize this darkness. Almost like déjà vu. Can't tell if I'm awake or not. Can't tell if I'm...real..or not. Everything's changed so much. Nothing is how it was before Huey's party. It's like I got two different minds. Two different thought processes. Two different point of views. I look at Jazmine and I see this naive girl who likes Usher and might fuck her way to the top of a corporation one day. But then I get these other thoughts...these other...feelings and I see God's greatest creation before me. She's beautiful, smart, funny, so caring and sweet. But...I don't know why I feel like this for her. But at the same time I do know. It's been fucking with me ever since I woke up on the couch but I couldn't say nothing. These nightmares are so vivid...like memories...but if that shit happened how are they ok? Huey...I feel like this is his fault and I hate him for it...but then I feel like this my fault and I just want Huey to be ok...even if I'm not ok. But that's gay...so why is it in my head? Better question, why does my head hurt?' Before he could think of an answer a covering over his head was removed abruptly.

Riley looked around and realized he had been kidnapped. The bruise on his head was from the surprise attack. A man with a coat and ski mask was looking down at him. Riley could only react naturally.

"The fuck is this!?" He growled. The man stood up and held his arms out.

"Wuncler Jr says hi."

A/N: So sorry again for the wait ppl but I promise I'll do my best to make up for it. I've got am overnight job now so my whole sleep schedule is a mess and I'm trying to find my balance with everything. Like I said at the top I got a new phone so I'll be writing as much as I can (when I'm not on For Honor). I really hope you guys are enjoying my story so far but stick with me cuz this journey will only get better. Until next time and remember to do what makes ya happy, BYE!