“NOW I REMEMBER WHY I’VE ALWAYS HATED COMING TO THIS FUCKING PLACE,” John grumbled to himself as he pulled into the jam-packed gravel driveway in front of the Russell Family Cabin.

  Parking the ‘murdered out’ ‘72 Chevelle that he had ‘borrowed’ from his father and uncle’s Repair Shop/Gas Station business back in town, John took in a deep breath.

  Turning off the engine, the lonesome outsider pulled the keys out of the ignition and stuck them in the right-side pocket of his black leather jacket.

  Opening up the driver’s side door, John stepped out of the Chevelle with his left foot first.

  Once he was out of the car, John closed the driver’s side door behind him and set a hardened glare upon the Cabin.

  “Urgh… Jesus,” John grunted as he then proceeded to shake his head.

  Immediately regretting his decision to come out to his former best friend’s Kegger Party, John just hung his head and sighed before trudging towards the ‘totally LIT’ Cabin, “Ugh… I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

  _

  “RRRRRRRAAAAAHHH!!!!” Dexius mindlessly roared as he grabbed the Vexan Mawl Beast by the end of its slimy razor tail.

  Now adorned (and protected) within his Blue shaded Guardian Battlesuit, the newly empowered warrior used his strength (which was enhanced by the armor along with his speed, agility, and durability) to hurl the beast TEN YARDS AWAY.

  SLAMMING THROUGH SEVERAL TREES, the Vexan Mawl impacted with a pile of rocks, stopping its ‘forced aerial flight’.

  Lowering his brow behind his battle helmet’s black tinted, ‘V’ shaped visor, Dexius shouted in a mechanical sounding voice through the helmet’s built-in voice modulator, “Is that all you possess, you thracking monster?! IS IT?!?!”

  After colliding with the pile of rocks, the Mawl heard Dexius’s antagonizing cries, rolled back over on all four of its paws (which were THREE TIMES BIGGER than an American Grizzly Bear’s), and let out a deafening ‘war-screech’.

  “SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

  The ‘sonic echo’ from the Mawl’s screech met with Dexius’s ears and started to make them hurt, even though they were protected by his battle helmet.

  With the Last Guardian ears ringing, the Mawl used its Thermal Vision to hone-in on Dexius’s body heat signature.

  Pinning Dexius’s position down in the matter of just a few milli-cycles, the Mawl let out a roar before plopping its paws across the dirt.

  With the Mawl now trampling towards him, Dexius still tended to his injured ears.

  Hearing nothing but a loud and very annoying ringing noise, the Last Guardian looked forward only to see the massive alien beast hurling itself at him from within the dense forest brush.

  _

  “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” a mob of K.H.S.’s popular students and varsity football players chanted as Sam performed a ‘keg stand’ on one of the TWO beer kegs, which were both placed in tubs of ice on the Russell Family Cabin’s first floor level’s back deck.

  While a massive bonfire burned wildly twenty feet away from the back deck in the backyard area bordering near a small, manmade pond, Derek and Kyle were just now approaching the ‘happening’ scene.

  “TWENTY-SEVEN, TWENTY-EIGHT, TWENTY-NINE, THIRTY!!!” the mob chanted as Sam kicked both of her feet in the air.

  After the tomboy had kicked her feet a few times, two monstrous looking Varsity Football Players; eleventh graders Nik Medford and James Roden, let Sam down ‘somewhat’ gently.

  “WOO-HOO!!!!” a very drunken Sam cried out as she threw her fists up into the air before the mob that had gathered around her.

  As the sixteen-year-old rebel thrusted her fists into the air like a championship boxer, Kyle asked, “WHAT IN THE HELL’S GOIN’ ON BACK HERE???”

  Derek shook his head as Kyle proceeded to call out, “YO! JIM!!!”

  Holding a red solo cup of beer in his right hand, Jim looked over towards Kyle and Derek’s way and excitedly replied, “YOOOO!!! WHAT’S GOOD, FAM?!”

  “Fuh-Fam?” Derek stuttered as he and Kyle both gave their ignorant friend confused glances after walking over to join him.

  Noticing the strange looks that his friends were giving him, Jim asked, “What are you two fuckers lookin’ at? HUH?!”

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  With both of them shaking their heads at one another, Kyle and Derek set their narrowed eyes back on Jim.

  Lowering his brow now, Kyle asked, “Jim, what’s going on back here?”

  “Uh… What's it look like, GOR-DON??? WE PARTYIN’ SHIZZ-IT DOWN, BRUH!!!”

  Derek then looked at Kyle nervously.

  Giving Jim an intense glare, Kyle threatened, “JIM, if you call me ‘Fam’, ‘Bruh’, or fucking ‘Ky-Ky’ again then you’re gonna be walking your happy-ass back home… WITH A BUSTED LIP.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, fuckface,” Jim drunkenly responded whilst rolling his eyes at a now very angry looking Kyle. “LOOK, I’m sorry, fa... BRO. I’m just a bit ‘tipsy’ is all. Ya feel me, homie?”

  “Tipsy? How are you already ‘tipsy’, Jim? We’ve only been here for like TWENTY minutes.”

  Jim’s eyes then widened as Derek muttered, “I thuh-think he’s fuh-fuh-faking.”

  “Yeah, D. I think that too,” Kyle nodded in agreement before turning back to Jim again. “What about you, Drunky? What do you think???”

  Realizing that he had been caught, Jim leaned into his friends and whispered, “Listen, you fucks! I’m just tryin’ to fit in with the crowd out here. As you can obviously see, everyone is already fucking shithoused and I don’t wanna be the only sober dude!”

  “What about Sam?” Kyle asked. “She’s not shit…”

  “HEY, KYLER!!!” Sam blurted out in a slurred speech as Derek, Kyle, and Jim all directed their collective attention towards her.

  Stumbling on her feet, Sam fell into the big arms of Nik Medford after finishing the last of her keg stands.

  Yes. I said ‘keg stands’... As in, Sam did MULTIPLE in the past twenty minutes since arriving at the Russell Family Cabin with the rest of the Losers Brigade/Goober Gang.

  As Kyle fixated his sights on the drunken tomboy, who had already been shoved out of Nik’s arms and back over to her lowly friend group, Jim smirked, “Yeah... So, you were saying, Ky-Ky? Heh, heh...”

  Sam had a big grin on her face whilst drunkenly shouting, “KYLER! OH, KYLER!!!! Come over here you beautiful, blond-haired bastard!!!”

  “UH… EXCUSE ME???” Kyle asked in shock.

  Derek backed up a few steps as Jim commended, “Heat move, Chief. Heh, heh…”

  Jim fell back into the crowd with Derek joining him as Kyle was left to tend with the already drunken rebel.

  Standing awkwardly, Kyle stared at Sam, who said whilst stumbling towards him, “KYLER FUCKING GORDON! COME OVER HERE AND GIMME A HUG, YOU BIG GOOB!!!!”

  Practically throwing herself at him, Sam ‘accidently’ tripped and fell into Kyle’s arms.

  Catching her, Kyle still had a shocked look on his pale face as Sam laid in his arms like a sack of potatoes.

  “Uh… Sam? Are you, uh… Feelin’ alright?” Kyle awkwardly asked.

  “WHO? Me??? Oh, I feel fantastic, Kyler! FUCKING FANTASTI-UC!!!” Sam raved. “Like a million bucks! Ya wanna know why?! HUH?! Do ya?! Do ya? Do ya? DO YA???”

  “Uh… Sure?”

  “GOOD! I’LL TELL YA! While you were off doing whatever the fuck with the rest of the Goob-Gang, I came back here to get a drink… JUST ONE DRINK. UNO, mi amigo, but those meatheads over there were trying to see who can do the longest keg stand. I just wanted to watch… BUT THEN they called me out, so I stepped up and…”

  “Duh-Duh-Did a Keg Stuh-Stand?” Derek asked.

  Sam nodded whilst smirking mischievously as she proceeded to hold up four of the fingers on her left hand.

  “FOUR?!” Kyle cried out in a stunned tone of voice as Sam nodded again. “You did four fucking keg stands?!”

  “YES SIR-E-BOB!!! HA-HA-HA!!!” Sam yelled as she uncontrollably laughed in Kyle’s arms.

  Shaking his head, Kyle said, “Jesus… We haven’t even been here a half hour yet and you're already plastered.”

  “Heh, heh... Serves her right,” Jim snickered to Derek, who still had a visibly stunned expression on his pale, pimple-ridden and acne-scarred face.

  “MORE!!!!” Sam pleaded in a whiny drunk tone of voice as Kyle shook his head immediately.

  “NOPE. NO WAY. I think it’s time to cut you off, Beerfest.”

  Picking up Sam in his arms, Kyle started to walk back inside of the Cabin as Sam begged him to let her down.

  While Kyle carried the tomboy inside, Derek hustled over to him to ask, “Wuh-Wait! Wuh-Wuh-Where are you guh-going?”

  “I’m gonna try to find a safe place for this ‘wild one’ to lay down and sleep off all the fuckin’ beer she just chugged,” Kyle said as Sam started to pass out in his arms. “Just chill out here with Jim and I’ll be back in a few. Sound gucci, dude?”

  Derek nodded as Jim said while putting his arm around his lowly friend’s shoulders, “Don’t worry, Ky-Ky! I’ll take ‘good care’ of the little NERD! Heh, heh...”

  Kyle then glared at Jim before he headed back inside.