Meh… Blame Cyram for the long time between updates… He decided to go away for the weekend after I gave him the chapter… But, hey… Who gives a shit…

Anyway... I appreciate the few who stuck with me during the "boring" parts… But I suppose it is time for some action, eh?

So… Yeah… Read… Review (please?)… And enjoy…

"What in the hell are you doing?" Cyram said, as he was thrown backward due to the inertia. I didn't bother answering, as we started to close in on the children, who were about a hundred feet or so away from them. I started to honk my horn again, trying to get the kids' attention. One looked back, while the other kept running towards his father. I rolled down the power windows, which, thankfully, rolled down pretty fast.

"Get in the car!" I shouted out to the two of them. The one who looked back ran off the trail to his father, and ran over to the car. I stopped abruptly, unlocked the door, and honked my horn out to the other one. "Hey! Come here!" I shouted to him. The one kid jumped into the car, and started to catch his breath. I pressed on the gas pedal again, speeding up towards the other kid. "Get in here!" I shouted out to him. The rats were right on his tail. I looked in the backseat as I started to slow down a bit, and saw my wooden bat. I sped up again until I was in front of the pack of rats. I stopped around twenty-five feet in front of them. "Cyram, stay with the kid. Keep him calm," I said, grabbing for the bat.

"You are… Crazy," he said, looking up at me as I got out of the car. I darted towards the group of rats, looking in horror as one of the rats jumped up on the kid, taking him down to the ground, as the others began crowding around him, taking bites at his flesh.

"Shit," I said quietly to myself, still running towards the rats. The father, who was about ten feet from the scene started to yell at them, as three of the five rats ran towards him. One jumped up, biting him in the arm, as he kicked another one.

"Ryan!" the father screamed, hitting the rats off of the little kid and off of himself. I was finally in the position to do some batting practice, as one turned and looked at me, chewing. He ran about three feet, and then jumped in the air at me. I batted the rat out of the air, completely crushing his rib cage area. The father looked up in surprise at me, as if he hadn't noticed me before. He grabbed one of the rats off of Ryan's back, hurling it in the air. That made two down, and three to go. Ryan got up from his turtle-like position, and ran for the car. One rat ran to catch him, but before he could even get a running start, I smashed the bat over its head. I had just noticed how huge the rats actually were. They were bigger than any rats I have ever seen before. The father grabbed another off of his leg, and then he threw it hard on the ground, then he pressed his foot hard on it. Sensing his double team tactic, I lifted the bat high in the air, and drove it down as hard as I could onto his head. Then, he kicked another in it's the ribs, as I jumped up and smashed the rest of his already beaten body open. We looked at each other, breathing heavily. "Thanks," he said between his heavy breathing.

"Sure… No problem," I said. A siren could be heard in the background, as a few neighbors began coming out. Apparently one of them had called the police. We still stood there, not taking our eyes off of each other. I don't exactly know why he was staring at me like he was, it's not like he seemed familiar or anything… I heard the car door open and shut, as the father began walking towards the car. I looked back to see Cyram walking towards me, with the two kids hugging the father in the background. I looked around at the dead rat's bodies, and the stained red grass and dirt… Ridiculous.

There were three cop cars, about six cops in total. They crowded around the small family, as the neighbors began to crowd around the family as well. I started to walk over to the crowd, as well. I was still holding the bat, which was stained with blood and pieces of the rats. The father then pointed at me, and the whole crowd seemed to turn towards me. As I walked towards the crowd, they seemed to step out of my way, sensing where I wanted to go. I didn't look back to see if Cyram was behind me, but I had to assume that he was. I looked down at Ryan, who had bite marks as well as blood all over him. I saw an ambulance coming down the street in front of us. I crouched down, just about at Ryan's height.

"I'm sorry," I said to him, feeling slightly guilty for not getting there earlier. He didn't say anything, as he was still crying. I looked at his freckled face, and saw that he had blue eyes behind all of the tears.

"It's not your fault," the father said suddenly, breaking the silence. He too had holes in his overalls and shirt, with blood dripping from his wounds. The ambulance made its way to the scene, and the paramedics rushed out. I got up from my crouch position, and glared at the father and Ryan, who started to walk over to the paramedics. Three of the cops walked over to the ambulance as well, and one took the kid away to his police car. The kid got into the car with the cop, and they drove away with the ambulance. It was now me, Cyram, the crowd of about a dozen neighbors, and the five cops. Another car pulled up, and a man, who was wearing a light brown trench coat and a matching light brown cowboy-like hat, came out with a notepad and a pen. He had a long, thick black mustache, and really thick black eyebrows. His eyes were a dark brown, and his skin was slightly tanned. He looked at the five cops, and gave them a signal to go check out the rat's bodies and anything else that was over by the scene. The man, who seemed to be a detective, took the bat out of my hands, and started to observe it, moving it around as blood and pieces of the rats dripped off.

"Quite a scene," he said to me with a slight grin.

"Yep," I said, without a grin. I didn't see exactly what was so funny about this…

"What exactly happened here, mister…," he trailed off and made a face and hand motion that he was looking for a name.

"Peteroy," I said to him. He closed his eyes, and pointed his finger at me quickly.

"Okay, Mister Peteroy. What exactly happened here?" he said, opening up his eyes again. He stood the bat up, and rested it against the tire of my car. The end with the blood and rat bits was on the ground. Where to start… I thought to myself for a moment.

"Well, I was coming home with my friend here," I said, pointing behind me towards Cyram, "from breakfast, when we saw these huge rats chasing two little children, and a man who looked like their father was out in the distance, running towards the kids. I sped up after the children, got one of the kids in the car while the other one didn't seem to hear me and kept running. So, I sped up faster in front of the kid, stopped the car, took that bat from my car, and then I ran after the rats. Before I could get to the kid, a rat jumped on him and took him down while the remaining rats began feasted on him, as well. Then, three rats got off of the kid and began running after the father. The father tried to fight the rats off of himself and his kid, and then I came over with the bat. We eventually got the rats off of the kid, and I told him to run to the car, then me and the kid's father killed the rats," I explained to him, talking slowly so he could get all of the notes down. Upon completion of the notes, the detective looked up at me, letting out a sigh.

"Sounds pretty odd," he said with some uncertainty. He put the pen in his pocket, looked out in the distance, then back at me. "Did you get bitten?"

"Nope, not a scratch," I said, looking up and down my body just to make sure.

"Alright, then let me get your number and address," he said. I gave the man my number and address. "You can go home now. My advice would to stay indoors for a while, you know?" he said, looking over at the cops who were still investigating the scene.

"Alright," I said, looking over as well.

"Well, I'll give you a call if we need anything more. Thanks for the info," he said, walking away towards the cops.

"You think he believed me?" I asked Cyram, not looking at him. I noticed the wind had suddenly started to pick up. Pretty odd…

"I don't know," he said, looking around at the cops and the detective.

"Let's get out of here," I said, opening up the door on my side. I didn't bother to touch the bat. I'd rather have it stay here, anyway. Cyram walked over to the other side as I unlocked his door, and he got in. I looked back at the back seat to see if any blood from Ryan got on any of the seats. I figured that Ryan didn't come into the car, as the seats were left bloodless. I thought that I should call up Colomb, as it was 1:46 P.M., and he was probably flipping out already that we were late. I took out my cell phone, and noticed that there were no missed calls, which is very uncharacteristic of Colomb. "Do me a favor, call up Colomb, and ask him where he is right now and such," I said to Cyram, handing him the phone.

"Why do I have to call him," he said, grabbing the phone out of my hand. We were about two minutes from my house, but I didn't really care about being late or not at this point. I glanced over at Cyram, who held the phone close to his right ear. I decided it would be a good idea to do the speed limit, as cops were everywhere now. He took the phone away from his ear, and hung it up. "I only got the Voice Mail," he said putting it in his lap.

"Call again, he does that sometimes," I said to him, not taking my eyes off the road. I turned up my street, going a little bit faster than what I should be. Cyram still sat there with the phone in his ear, as we pulled into the driveway. Just as I fully stopped the car, Cyram flipped the phone up and handed it back to me.

"I got the Voice Mail… Yet again," he said, handing me the phone. I looked over at the back porch and noticed Colomb sitting on the steps with the phone in his ear. That bastard… I thought to myself

We got out of the car, and started to walk over to where Colomb was sitting. He was talking to someone, in Spanish, which lead me to believe it was his parents or relatives. He looked at us, and put his finger up signaling "one second". I threw my hands up in the air at this, as he made a mad face at me. He got up, as he flipped his cell phone shut.

"Where the fuck were you two?" he said, walking towards us.

"Rats," I said to him, walking by.

"What the hell does that mean?" he said. I didn't stop, nor acknowledge his question. I opened up the back door, and went inside. I heard him and Cyram talking outside. I'll let him explain it…

I walked swiftly towards my bedroom, and then threw my cell phone onto the bed. I had to keep my cool, however. I had to keep Cyram occupied for these next six days. I knew I should have gone for that weekend vacation…

I kicked my shoes off, away from the door way this time, and headed for the bathroom. The voices outside could still be heard, through my bathroom window, as I splashed some more cold water onto my face.

"Keep your cool," I said to myself in the mirror, as the water dripped off of my face. I heard the back door open, as I went out of the bathroom to greet Colomb and Cyram.

"Are you all right?" Cyram said, from behind Colomb.

"Yes, yes I'm fine. Everything is perfect. We just hit some traffic and – "

"No you – "

"Traffic," I said, cutting off Colomb. I tried to get my point across without actually saying it: I did not want to talk about the rats anymore. "Alright, so what do we want to do?" I said clapping my hands together, and looking at Cyram.

"Hmm… I guess we could play some HALO. I do still have to beat you…" he said.

"Right… Okay, make yourselves at home, get whatever you want to drink and I'll go set up the XBOX," I said.

"Okay then," Cyram said. Him and Colomb headed into the kitchen to get something to drink.

"Get me some water!" I called out to them, as I set up the XBOX.

"What the fuck!" I heard Colomb exclaim from the kitchen. "Where the hell is all of the beer?" Colomb went on, barging into the living room.

"I'll get some later… I think you can survive a few hours being sober… It'll do ya some good," I said, not looking at him. I continued setting up the XBOX.

"Bullshit," he said, going back into the kitchen. I looked up, as Cyram came in with a Sprite, as well as the bottle of water I had ordered. I finished up with the XBOX, put in HALO Four, turned on the plasma, and turned on the XBOX Three. "Fucking faggot," Colomb said coming back into the living room with a water bottle in his hand. Don't even respond, I thought to myself. That would be the best, eh?

"Alright, let's go," I said handing out the controllers.

"I'm going to kick your ass for not having any beer," Colomb said, taking a sip of the water. Don't worry. You'll kick his ass in HALO… Along with Cyram… And the rats… And the detective…

"Right…," I said, drinking nearly half the water bottle in one sip.

We played for about an hour and a half… 3:14 P.M…. Ultimately, I won every match by a large margin in each. Out of the five games we played, I came in first every game, Cyram came in second twice and third three times, and Colomb came in second three times and third twice. Pretty much, I ran the show…

"Stupid Jewish bastard…," Colomb said as the last round finished. "It's no fair, all you do is play this game…"

"Bullshit… Whenever I play this game, it's normally just online with you… This 'all you do is play this game' excuse has gotten pretty old… I think it's been going on since… 2004? Just face it… I own you," I said, doing my imitation of a evil laugh at the end. I was feeling much better after that…

"Yeah, sure… Well, I gotta go, it's almost three thirty…," he said, getting up.

"Alright, will you be around later tonight?" I asked, as he made his way to the front door.

"Probably… Why?"

"I don't know… Maybe we can go see a movie or something… Just hang out…"

"Hmm… I'll see. But, I gotta go… See ya guys later," he said, opening up the front door.

"See you later, then," Cyram said.

"Shut the fuck up, fat bastard," Colomb said, nearly slamming the door.

"Okay then, any idea what his problem is?" Cyram asked.

"Who knows? Who cares..."

"Well… I gotta use the bathroom," Cyram said, getting up.

"Okay, its right there," I said, pointing towards the bathroom door. He was in there for about two minutes. He came out with the sound of the toilet flushing behind him.

"What do you want to do now?" I said, as he came into the room.

"I don't know…"

"Oh… Kay… Well, I guess we cuh – " I was interrupted by the ringing of my door bell. "Must be Colomb… Look to see if he left anything," I said making my way towards the door. I looked through the peep hole to see Colomb, who was looking back towards the end of the street with a look of exhaustion on his face. I quickly opened up the door to greet Colomb. "What's wrong?" I said to him, as he pushed me out of the way, coming into the house. He stood hunched over in the center of the living room, still catching his breath. He didn't show any signs of answering. "What the hell's the matter?"

"A… A truck… A truck just came… Storming down Main Street… It… It crashed into another car, and… And it nearly ran me over on the curb...," he said, catching his breath between words.

"What?" I said, opening the door back open to see if what he said was true or not. A huge truck, probably an eighteen wheeler, was turned over and in flames at the beginning of my street. Several police officers were there, aiming their guns at the truck. "Holy shit…," I said lowly to myself, as I stared down at the scene.

"I want to see!" Cyram said, getting up from the couch to view the scene. I stormed through the living room, through the hallway, and into my room to get my shoes on. Returning to the living room, I noticed that Cyram and Colomb weren't there, and the front door was wide open. Exiting the house, I saw Cyram and Colomb jogging down the street, and police men putting up barricades that said "Do Not Cross Police Line!" and such around the truck. I started to sprint down the street, as I noticed an ambulance, a fire truck, and several police cars further down the street. Cyram and Colomb slowed their jog down to a walk, as they leaned up against the barricades. I was about thirty feet from the scene, as I started to decrease speed a bit.

"What's going on?" I said, slowing down to a walk towards them.

"Come out of the truck with your hands up!" a cop screamed with his gun aimed at what looked like a man in the driver's seat.

"Maybe he's dead," another cop said, a few seconds later.

"Go and open the door," the first cop said, tilting his head at another cop. He looked as if he was the Chief… The cop crept over towards the door, with his gun pointed at the man that could be seen through the window, and he had his other hand out, grabbing for the handle. The man was leaned against the door, so one would think that he would fall out as he opened up the door… The lone cop then stood there in that position for a few seconds, and then grabbed the handle of the door, pulled it open and backed up. The man fell out, landing with a grunt.

"Get up and put your hands in the air!" the Chief barked at the man. The man began to move and moan a little. He then started to ascend off of the pavement. All seven of the cops now have their guns pointed at the man. The cop who opened the door began to slowly back step back to his original position. "Put your hands in the air and stand still!" the Chief yelled at the man, as he got up to a full stance. He stood there for a moment, looking around at the carnage that he had caused. The flames were still being taken out by the firefighters, and the paramedics still waited patiently in the ambulance. The crowd began to thicken quickly with neighbors and people whose cars were blocked off by the collision. The man then started to slowly walk towards the cop who had opened up the door. He shuffled his feet, and he stumbled forward slowly, dragging his right foot on the ground. He let out a few soft moans as he walked.

"Your orders, sir?" the cop next to the Chief said.

"I will take care of him," the Chief said, walking towards the man. He put his gun right on the back of the head of the man. "GET ON YOUR KNEES OR I WILL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT!" he screamed. Feeling the gun on the back of his head, the man stopped… But not for too long.

The man turned around and wrapped his arm around the Chief; he pulled the Chief's head back by pulling down on his hair. Then, he tossed his head full force at the Chief's throat. The Chief's gun went off in the middle of this process, missing completely, and the bullet probably soared into the endless sky. The man sunk his teeth into the Chief's neck, and pulled his head back, ripping a piece of the Chief's flesh off.

"Ah! Get off me!" he said, as he tossed the man back onto the pavement. He put two bullets from his handgun into the man's chest, as he clutched his neck area. "Kill that son of a bitch!" the Chief, yelled as he made his way towards the ambulance. The remaining six police officers started to shoot their weak handgun bullets into the man, who stayed in his prone position. They filled his body with about nineteen bullets. Three each. The cop, who opened up the door leading to this incident, put a final bullet into the head of the man. If the man was dead before the bullet was put into head, I don't know… But, a better question would be… Was he dead before he even took a shot?

A puddle of blood started to slowly form around the man's body. The crowd was making sounds of wonder and awe as well as of confusion and surprise. The cops walked away towards the ambulance, where the paramedics had already begun examination of the wound on the Chief's neck. The cops started to talk to each other, but no words could actually be made out from the distance that I was standing at.

Both Cyram and Colomb's jaws were agape, and their eyes were filled with awe. Their hands were grasping the barricades so tightly, that the tips of their knuckles had turned white.

It was quiet now. You could nearly hear the sounds of whispers and heavy breathing. The Chief now entered the ambulance with the man who had opened up the door and started this chaos. It seemed as if he was his partner, as he was obviously really concerned with the fate of the Chief. But, I do suppose they were all worried…

The ambulance drove away, as another car pulled up. It was the same car that that detective had been in a few hours ago at the rat scene, so it did not surprise me when the same detective came out, looking a little more tired than what he had looked like before. He looked around at the scene for a few moments, standing tall and only moving his head and eyes around. After surveying the area, he jotted down a few notes, and started to walk towards the body, which still had blood gushing out of what used to be his head, and the rest of his bullet-plugged body. He knelt down beside it, scanning it over a few times with his small, beady eyes. The detective looked like he could use some rest…

Upon completion of the quick examination of the body, he jotted a few notes down and got up from his kneeling position. He walked over to the truck solemnly, looking over at the car down the street that the truck had rammed into before crashing into the pole, nearly running over Colomb, and possibly other pedestrians, along the way. The car was completely totaled, but there were no flames. Also, it did not seem that anybody was in the car at the time of the collision, which I'm sure the detective noted.

He looked at the inside of the door, which was coated with a fresh coat of blood. As he examined it closer, he noticed something else, which I could not see. He actually jumped into the truck, to examine closer. I tried to get a better view, but there was no way for me to do so. He started to drag something out of the truck, which seemed to be something heavy and rather disgusting, judging on the expression on the detective's face. He pushed it forward, out of the driver's seat door. A body, which seemed to be dead, landed on the floor with a thwamp. The crowd started to gasp and murmur at the sound of the falling body. Thankfully, however, he did not move, moan nor did he groan. Everything on him was covered in a deep, crimson red. The detective then jumped out of the truck and started to take more note as he examined this body. He took his notes as he walked towards the car. He hopped in the car, and started to say something to the driver, showing him parts of his notes and making many hand gestures. He seemed like one of those people who wouldn't be able to talk with his tied behind his back…

"Unbelievable," I said lowly, breaking our long period of silence. The two slowly shook their heads up and down. The car that the detective was in started to back up, as a few cars started to storm down all four streets leading to the intersection. The five cops were still there, and one of them received a call on their radio. The voice on the radio was loud, but it was filled with too much static to actually make out any of the words. The cop, who had received the radio call, gave a nod to the other cops.

"Alright, folks, there's nothin' to see here. Go back to your homes where it is safe, and stay indoors," he said, doing a pushing motion with his hands, signaling for us to move back. Cyram and Colomb looked at me, as if I were to lead the way.

"Okay… Let's go," I said, turning around up to my house. Colomb quickly turned around, while Cyram still sat there staring blankly ahead.

"Actually… I'm going to head on home… They are probably going to set a bullshit curfew or something because of these bastards," he said looking back at the scene.

"That's true… You are better off going home, anyway. But umm," I said, leaning closer to him. He sensed that I was going to say something that I didn't want Cyram or anyone else to hear, as he leaned closer. "Do you have a gun?" I whispered to him.

"Hell no," he said, speaking a little louder than a whisper. I glanced over to Cyram, who was still leaning against the barricade gazing at the scene.

"Alright, well… Be careful… I'm getting quite suspicious about the things that are going around here," I said to him.

"I will," he whispered.

"Call me if anything happens," I said, not whispering anymore. We both got out of our leaning positions, and resumed standing up straight.

"Right, you do the same," he said walking away. He slapped Cyram on the back, as he ran off towards his house. Cyram stood back up straight, and stretched a little. He looked back at me, with a paler than usual face.

"So then… What's next?" he said whisking his hair back. An ominous grin started to form around his face.