Chapter 4

In the darkness of the town, the only sources of light are the streetlights, lights from houses, the moon, and headlights of emergency vehicles.

Bob the Bong's former house was crawling Policemen and members of the Cooksdale Fire Department Arson Team. Filled body bags were being loaded into ambulances around the burnt down house.

The Arson team investigated the burnt rubble, trying to locate the source of the fire

The top floor of the two story house was burnt in half, and the bottom half was preserved, somewhat.

Arson detectives, and other authorities, set up ladders around the holes that were between the two floors.

Witnesses were assisting the authorities in the investigation.

Rebecca, one of Jessica's hot friends, who was with Jessica at the time, was describing events to Detective Tracy, one of the Policemen on the scene, in a very perky manner, as a shallow, ditzy airhead cheerleader would.

"And so anyways," Rebecca said, rambling on, "I said to Jessica, 'Oh my god, those shoes are SO you!'"

"Ma'am, could we please get back to the fire?" the frustrated Detective said. It was obvious to anyone with half a clue that Detective Tracy was seriously fed up with Rebecca.

"Oh Firemen," Rebecca said in a ditzy manner, "they are so hot! Oh, where are the little Dalmatian puppies, they are so cute, I have this dog that…"

The Detective was getting frustrated, and burst out, "Who the hell burnt this house down?"

"Okay," Rebecca said, "so Jessica and I were, like, talking, and Jake Riesstiu came along, and, oh my god, he is SO hot. His face is okay, but he is, like, really buff, and SO hot, and he's the captain of the…"

Detective Tracy couldn't take any more of the airhead's crap. Every word that came out of her mouth became more and more useless and annoying.

"Listen," the Detective barked, "I am a Detective for the Cooksdale Police! This is a very serious case, and we need to put the people who did this behind bars. Do you understand?

"Yes sir," Rebecca said in a very scared manner.

"Now, do you know who set the house on fire?" the Detective asked firmly.

"Well," Rebecca began, growing ditzy again, "there was Jake Riesstiu, and oh my god, he is such a hottie. He has abs like you wouldn't…"

"Alright, shut up!" he snapped, "Would you stop yabbering on like a stupid ditz?!"

Rebecca was repulsed by his comment.

"No need to be snotty," she said, as a way of low-key retaliation.

"No," Detective Tracy said harshly, "but there is a need to be firm, if you keep saying things that are not important. Now, as a Police Officer, I demand that you do EXACTLY as I say."

She asked why she should follow his demands.

"Because I have the authority to put you in jail if you don't do what I want you to." The Detective said coldly.

"Ew!" Rebecca shrieked, "Jail is, like, so 'ew.' I don't want to wear those black and white clothes, they would so clash with my eyeliner, plus, they would make me look fat, and I don't want to be fat, because I'm going to grow up to be, like, a super rich and famous singer, with a hot boyfriend, a huge house, and I'll have big boo-"

"If you don't want to end up in Jail," the Detective interrupted sharply, "than do as I say!"

Rebecca nodded in a frightened manner.

"Now," the Detective said as he readied his pen and clipboard. "I want you to spell out all of the suspected arsonist's names."

She spelled out Jake Riesstiu's name .

"Alright," Detective Tracy complimented, "Now, was there any sort of psychological…"

Psychological…

Psychological … big word … big word means many little words … must interpret big word … Error: interpretation requires thinking! Mental capacity at threshold! System overload! Emergency! Shut down system now!

Rebecca, under extreme mental stress (for her, at least), had her eyes roll back, her body fell limp, and she fainted, almost dramatically.

"Oh for crying out loud," the frustrated Detective said, rolling his eyes, and shaking his head. He signalled for Paramedics to assist her.

Meanwhile, Dan was driving down a long, lonely stretch of road in the outskirts of town. He wanted to avoid the police at all costs. Edward's car was following, but Sean was the one driving it.

Derek and Edward were in his car. Edward, sitting in shotgun, was holding a map that had a plan to get to the school with little detection form the police or the football team.

"Hey," Derek said, "Why don't we go to the police now? I mean, I hypnotized the football player, and he forgot the entire night."

Dan put some thought into it. He knew that it wouldn't be right to go to the cops; he just needed to calculate the reason.

"Well," Dan said with his thoughts composed, "they probably have witnesses to me beating the living crap out of one of the football players, and I could probably get charged with something than. We've commit a few crimes already, and the cops are probably on the look out for anyone our age who looks like they would probably get in crap from the law."

Derek sat back, and than submit to his reasoning.

Suddenly, Dan saw a very ominous pair of neon lights come from a car in the same lane as him, but was approaching his direction.

Dan honked his horn at the car, and flicked his lights on and off to signal to the car.

When the car looked like it was going to collide with Dan's, Dan stopped his car to a screeching halt, and also brought Edward's car to a screeching halt as well.

The mystery car with Neon lights stopped instantly, due to some awesome breaks.

All of the guys slowly stepped out of their cars, and saw that behind those neon lights, was a golden coloured Lamborghini Diablo.

Dan didn't know who it was.

Was it the football team? No, none of them could afford a car like a Diablo.

Was it the Police or FBI? No, they wouldn't drive anything that flashy.

Was it the Homeboyz? Hell no, there was no loud techno/rap playing from the car, and no booming bass that was meetings it's threshold of operation.

"Dude," Dan said, "someone has got to find out who is in that car."

The guys looked around, than quickly grouped together, and had a freakishly efficient and quick Rock Paper Scissors competition.

Derek sighed, as he lost to all of the other guys.

"Alright," Derek sighed, "I'm away. Listening to any calls from the car."

Derek made a few nervous steps to the Diablo, and began to jabber on nervously as he went to the car. The view of Derek's form distorted in the lights of all the cars. That had halted and parked in the middle of the road.

"There's … neon lights… someone's in side, I can see…"

Derek walked towards the shotgun door of the car, and looked inside through the tinted windows.

The door to the shotgun was raised through hydraulics, making a creepy yet impressive hydraulic sound as the door opened. Derek calmly went inside the car, and sat down. The door closed after him.

The guys stood there awestruck.

"I am Ben Tusi," a majestic voice from the Diablo said, "and welcome you, among date needing people, The Unlaid. Dating was first established by our ancestors, in the first time, as we felt new sorts of feelings for females.

"We equip our partners with a cell phone, free of any charge, to our friends, as a gesture of good will. We have provided the cell phone to your ambassador."

The door to the shotgun opened, and the awestruck Derek walked out of the car, with a cell phone in his hands.

The door closed, and Ben Tusi continued to speak.

"The Homeboyz, servants of the football team are arriving," Ben Tusi said, "they must not learn of our contact. We must depart.

"Every rumour that floats by in this town is easily heard. We will listen out for you. Farewell."

With that, the Diablo reversed, and got into the correct lane, and drove off down the road at an amazing speed, as if it were never to be seen again.

"C'mon guys!" Dan burst, "The Homeboyz are coming, let's move!"

With that, assortments of makeshift weapons were pulled from the trunks of both cars.

Brandon took out his automatic paintball gun, and stroked it sadistically.

Dan picked up a two by four, and readied himself.

"Dan," Derek said, "what the hell am I going to do? I don't fight."

Dan than held a baseball bat out to Derek, and Derek grabbed it nervously but reflexively.

"If anything that looks like it doesn't want you to feel to well comes near you," Dan said in an instructive tone, "hit with the bat, and hit it hard."

The speeding cars, the blaring loud music (that had cuss words as the only intelligible words), and the thumping bass had shown itself down the long, lonely stretch of road, and were heading the way of the 6 guys.

Two Homeboy-mobiles screeched to a halt in front of the six guys, and the guys charged at the Homeboyz.

The Homeboyz got out of their cars, and cracked their knuckles. They were taken by surprise by the speed of Dan's posse, and they got the crap beaten out of them.

Dan bombarded one of the Homeboyz with hit after hit after hit of his wood board, and made the Homeboy fall to the gourd, disoriented.

Suddenly, Four Homeboy-mobiles parked around Dan's car: two of them beside Dan's car, and the other two behind it in a line.

The Homeboy re-enforcements, armed with baseball bats got out of their cars, and began to smash Dan's car and Edward's car.

"Get them!" Dan yelled, as the guys began to pull back to the newly arrived Homeboyz.

The first two Homeboy mobiles drove away, with beaten and injured Homeboyz retreating at maximum speed.

Suddenly, Five Homeboy-mobiles parked around Dan's Car, and every Homeboy came out of their cars (one Homeboy per car) And began to smash up Dan's car with their baseball bats.

Dan's friends charged after the newly arrived Homeboyz, while the defeated group of Homeboyz ran away like little pansies. Dan picked up a bat left behind by a Homeboy, and dropped his crappy two by four.

One Homeboy out of the group walked towards Dan, and Dan walked towards him, both of them grimly staring at each other.

They guys and the Homeboyz quit fighting, and looked at Dan and the other Homeboy.

Dan and the other Homeboy held out their Bats like swords.

"On guard!" Dan yelled. They both placed their left hands behind their backs, and began to fence, only with baseball bats.

Dan used his bat in a defensive fashion while the Homeboy tried to go on the offensive.

Soon, Dan began to advance; his blocks were turning into strikes that were being blocked by the Homeboy.

The Homeboy managed to poke Dan with his baseball bat.

"I took the hit," Dan said to his audience.

The audience clapped at the performance of the "fencers" that round.

Dan sat off to one side, and the Homeboy he was fighting sat off to the other.

Edward asked Dan, "You're left handed, aren't you?"

"Yes," Dan said.

Edward thought quickly, than said, "have you ever tried using your left hand?"

Dan shook his head and said, "Not really. I did a few times just for fun, though."

"Maybe you should try using your left hand next round."

The next round came, and Dan went in from the audience's left.

"What are you doing, Dan?" the Homeboy said.

"I have to do this from the left, otherwise this won't work" Dan said.

The Homeboy shrugged, and took position at the right.

Dan charged forward, managed to block the Homeboy's attempt at poking, and went on the offensive. Dan began to attempt a few strikes, but they ended up being blocked. The Homeboy was advancing on Dan, and Dan was being forced to move back. Dan successfully blocked all the attempts at poking, and than, almost by chance, placed a successful poke in the Homeboy's chest. They stopped as soon as the Homeboy received the poke.

The audience cheered.

Dan and the Homeboy took their positions, and glared at each other. The winner of this round was the winner of the match. They were both determined to succeed this round, and were extremely focused.

Dan and the Homeboy than raced at each other, and desperately began to try and poke each other. Dan and the Homeboy were doing a remarkable job of blocking each other, be they were really focused on poking one another. Their cold glares into the other's eyes demonstrated their screaming determination to poke their opponent.

Dan than knocked the Baseball out of the Homeboy's hand.

The Homeboy, stunned, stared at Dan in fright, and was shocked.

"Jimminy Jillickers!" All of the Homeboyz exclaimed in unison.

All of the Homeboyz than made a break for it, and ran off into the fields.

The guys were cheering for Dan after the Homeboyz chickened out. Dan bowed in reply to his audience.

"Woo!" Brandon exclaimed, "Thank god that's over. Lets get the hell out of here."

"I wouldn't move too quickly," Dan said, as he watched three sets of headlights come down to the road, with music blaring.

They were two Honda Civics, and a Van made during the eighties.

That Van was defiantly the source of Homeboy re-enforcements, and probably served as a makeshift command centre.

"We have to stop them from escaping in that van. If they escape, they'll notify the football team of our position."

They guys closed in on the parked Homeboy mobiles. They took on the Homeboyz from the Civics first, than began to beat on the Van's hood, attempting to stop the car.

The Homeboyz stepped out of the car, armed with baseball bats, and the guys charged at the Homeboyz, with their rage on.

Minutes later, the Homeboyz have retreated from lost teeth, and injured bones.

Dan and the guys stood around with a few bumps and scratches on their bodies.

"Guys," Derek said, "we have to get out of here. The cops will be all over us when they see all of these cars all over the road."

"Derek's right", Dan said, "We have to track down the football players who were at the party, and give them a foot up the ass. Than we'll get back to our primary mission: rescuing Jessica."

The guys, battered and hurt, got into the cars. Edward and Derek road in Dan's car, while the rest of the guys drove in Edward's car.

They drove off, down the long, lonely stretch of road in the outskirts of town. They had to avoid detection from the law, but they also had to find Jessica, and gain retribution for the crashed party.

Although the guys may have won the battle, they still had a war ahead of them.