"That's the security company, calling on why I hit the silent alarm in my bedroom, I'd say you have thirty seconds before this place is swarming with guards who shoot first and ask questions never." Veronica Lodge spoke with calm and authority laced in her words. One of her perfectly groomed eyebrows was raised in the air saying dare to defy me. The criminals all looked at each other nervously, they had done this before but every time they still acted like amateurs.
"What?" Veronica asked. "Scared?"
"We are not scared of rich pricks." The leader walks up to the still-ringing almost shirking phone and picks it up. "Hello?" He asked. "Oh, we were moving the bed and must've hit it, silly us!" A pause. "Uh-huh. Ok. Thank you." He hung up.
"Wh-what?" Ronnie froze, her smirk fading.
"Well, Princess Lodge." The leader cooed. "You're outsmarted, they canceled the guards after all it was an earnest mistake."
"You-." Archie was seething energy for how the leader was treating his girlfriend. But he couldn't do anything, his mind kept flashing to the nightmare-ish day when his father was shot. These men remind him of it too much, from the black masks they wore to the weapons they held.
"What are you going to do?" The leader taunted. "Come on, hit me." He walked over to the four of them. Jughead at the end, trying to keep his mouth shut, Betty, who was close to crying, Archie, who was ready to fight, and Veronica, who was out of ideas.
"Nothing." Archie licked his lips. The leader sneered.
"That's what I thought, now on your feet." He barked and the four of them scrambled to stand, legs shaking from the scare of being in a real-life home invasion. "Wallets."
Each one except Ronnie pulled out their wallet. Down the line, the leader started with Archie grabbing his brown leather wallet and inspecting it. Opening it he found at least twenty dollars and a school ID. Not bad. He thought and then threw it over to one of his boys, he strolled to the pretty blondie whose wallet was a lot smaller. It had close to forty dollars, some coins, and a school ID. Then lastly the leader stopped in front of Jughead. He took the black wallet and found it empty except for a single dollar and two school IDs, Riverdale and Southside High.
"Where's your money?" The leader demanded.
"I don't have any." Jughead rolled his eyes, attitude slipping out. The leader threw the wallet to the floor and grabbed his shirt, holding out a fist.
"Don't play with me."
"He doesn't," Betty spoke quickly, urgently, to avoid fighting.
"Oh yeah?" He let go of Jughead and got in her face. "When does a Lodge hang out with a low life?"
"He's not a low life." Betty weakly fought, he grabbed her shirt and Jug moved forward, acting on instinct. That's when chaos broke loose.
The goon with the baseball bat swung at Jughead while Archie tackled the leader. Veronica leaped for the phone while Betty stood frozen. Jughead was fighting off two others with fists alone, Archie was beating up the leader, punch after punch the leader slowly stopped fighting. A barrage of violent, hateful punches splitting Archie own knuckles.
Betty's breath quickened, and her nails dug into her palms. Everything was a blur around her, slow motion blur. Her mind flashes to her mouth cleaning up blood, the smell of blood, the car sinking. Bleach. Betty saw the ax fellow run at her and she kicked out with nothing but a prayer. Her foot connected with the guy's jaw and he hit the couch limp.
Then everyone stopped at the sickening crack of someone's skull being cracked. Archie looked up, Veronica's hair flew in her face as she swirled her head to the side, Betty's eyes widened, frozen again, as she saw her boyfriend fall to the floor.
A/N- I absolutely don't know