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The drive over to the local Dairy Queen went without a hitch. Will pulled into the parking space and everyone jumped out, except for Samantha, who shouldn't have been doing any jumping anyways. Holding the door for the girls, he followed them inside and ordered a cookie dough blizzard, his favorite.

"Why can't I get a large?" Terri whined, sticking her bottom lip out and trying to make it look like she was crying.

"Because if you do, you'll eat about a third of it, put it in the freezer at home, forget about it for a month, then cry when someone else tries to eat it, that's why." Sam said, looking down at her younger sister.

"No, I won't!" Terri pouted as the cashier waited for them to finish ordering.

"Too bad." Will stated, ordering Terri a small Smarties blizzard. Sam ended up getting a chocolate covered ice cream cone. They sat down at a table and ate their ice cream while discussing Terri's new class, who apparently had a nice fox named Jason who had given Terri his pudding during lunch. About half way through, a group of four teens came in, laughing and carrying on. Will recognized one of them as Luke Cross from school. He watched them out of the corner of his eye as they ordered their food and went to eat. Instead of sitting down and eating their meal, they decided it would be much more satisfying to abuse two female black cats, who looked like they were about thirteen years old.

"Hey furfag, come over here and suck on my cock!" One of them shouted, laughing as the small cats tried to ignore them.

"Come on, be a good little bitch just like your mom!" Another called out. The teenage kittens looked away, staring out the window.

"Hey, cunt!" Luke rushed over to the cats, grabbing one of their faces and turning it towards his own. "Bend over and take it like the furfag you are." Will abruptly stood up, determined to stop this bullshit.

"Will, wait." Sam passed him a small black rod, which he quickly realized was an extendable police baton. "Go kick come ass." She stood up and led Terri away to the car.

Will turned around and walked up to Luke, pushing him away from the girl. "Hey fuckface!" He said, extending his weapon. "Why don't you just fuck off?"

Luke just laughed at Will's defense. "Nah, I'm perfectly happ-" He was cut off as Will smacked him across the face with the baton. Blood started leaking from Luke's nose, dripping down the front of his shirt. The two cat girls jumped over the table and bolted through the door. "You're fucking DEAD!" Luke shouted, tackling Will, who managed to wiggle out of Luke's hold after kneeing him in the balls. Punches from a blue-haired boy landed on his face, making Will see stars. He realized someone had grabbed him and tried to escape their grasp, but ended up getting thrown into a framed picture. Glass sliced his torso as he slid to the ground, a trickle of blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.

"Fuckers." He moaned, trying to get up. A foot to the stomach quickly ended his attempt. Suddenly everyone went silent, no longer looking at Will. Will looked through the red haze that was clouding his vision to see Sam holding her army knife, which had been buried in her leg a few hours ago, to the blue haired teen's throat.

"How about you all get the fuck out and you don't find out what Mr. Blueberry's blood looks like when it's splattered across the floor." She coldly demanded, sliding the knife across his throat lightly, drawing a few drops of blood. Everyone took a step back, not wanting to be near Samantha.

"Fuck you!" Luke yelled, before spitting on Will's face and walking towards the door. Only after everyone had left the store and was looking through the window at Sam, did she release her hostage, pushing him towards the door. Turning to Will, she crouched down next to him, brushing his hair out of his face and handing him the remains of his glasses, which had gotten smashed during the fight.

"I called the police!" The manager of the Dairy Queen called out from the crowd of employees who had gathered to watch the brawl.

"Doesn't matter. We're not staying." Sam answered, pulling Will to his feet. "You okay, bro?" She patted his shoulder, not knowing that the gesture felt like someone smashing his shoulder with a baseball bat.

"I... I've fe-" He suddenly turned to the side and vomited, the contents of his stomach laying out across the linoleum. "Not really." He managed to get out between heaves.

"You want to wait for the ambulance?" Sam asked as everyone became aware of the sirens in the distance. Will simply nodded as he sat down in a booth, trying to keep the rest of his food in his stomach. Pressing his face against the cool surface of the table, they waited as the sirens got closer and closer, until three police cars and an ambulance pulled up in front of the Dairy Queen. Sam helped Will to the doors, where the paramedics took over, taking Will over to the ambulance. He saw Terri staring wide-eyed out of the windows of the Zeppelin and managed a little smile and a thumbs up as he passed by. "I'm going to take Terri home." Sam explained. "I'll tell Mom and Dad where you are." She opened the door to the Zeppelin, slid in, and drove off with Terri in the backseat, who was still watching the flashing lights as they got smaller in the distance.

"Lay down here, son." A paramedic said - his nametag read John - and gently pushed him down onto the gurney so he was lying sideways with his face towards the side of the ambulance. John hooked an IV up to his arm and closed the doors of the ambulance as they started to drive towards the hospital, sirens blaring. "What's your name?"

Will looked around the ambulance at all of the medical supplies before answering. "Uh... I'm Will Par-Parker." He stammered, feeling a little woozy. "I'm seventeen and I live at 78350 Hawthorne Drive."

"Alright, Mr. Parker. Do you remember what happened to you?" John asked, cutting Will's shirt off.

"Yeah, some douchebags were bullying a couple of kids, so I kindly asked them to stop. They didn't, so I defended the kids." He said simply, staring forwards at the wall as John picked the larger shards of glass out of his back. "Things didn't go my way and here I am."

"Alright, we're going to get you to the hospital and stitch you up. Hopefully we'll get you back home by morning." Will felt a little bump as they drove into the emergency parking lot. He was pulled from the back of the ambulance by two muscular orderlies and was taken into the emergency ward. The rest of the glass was pulled from his back and he was stitched up by a human surgeon named Dr. Hawden.

"Dr. Hawden, can we talk while you work?" Will asked, wanting to focus on something other than the pain of having needles repeatedly being pulled through his flesh, although the painkillers did help a bit.

"I don't usually make a point of having a conversation with people I'm performing an operation on, but sure." Hawden said, not looking up from Will's back. "What would you like to talk about?"

" Uh... Tell me about yourself, I guess." Will suggested, not really having a topic.

"Well, I'm thirty-two. I'm a surgeon, obviously. I have a girlfriend, Laura, she's a hairdresser. I live by myself, except for my cat, Snake. I li-"

"Wait, wait, wait. You named your cat 'Snake'?"

"Yeah, Solid Snake. It's from an old video game series I played all the time when I was a kid."

"Yeah, I think I've heard of it... 'Metal Gear', right?" Will asked, thinking of old video games. "When did the last game come out?"

"Uh, I think it was 2015. Metal Gear Solid: Tomorrow's Justice. It really sucked." Hawden gave a little chuckle, pausing the surgery for a minute. "What about you, what's your life like?"

" Uh... Seventeen, unemployed, two sisters - Samantha and Terri. Mostly I just hang out with my friend Trace, goofing off and playing video games."

"You like video games? Know any good ones?"

"Some of the older ones are good. Most of the new ones are just shitty multiplayer games. Uh... the Uncharted series was pretty good. The Tales series; Tales of Symphonia was pretty fucking awesome, even though it's old as shit, but I maintain that Tales of Serenity was the best so far. Uh, the earlier Zelda games, the newer ones are complete shit. Oh, and Ashes of Esnia. The first two were good, but I've heard that the new one sucks balls. I wouldn't know, I haven't got a chance to play it yet; too damn expensive."

"Dude, what about Grand Theft Auto?"

"Well, they were good, but I felt like they were just milking the franchise after GTA 9. I mean, a college professor goes rouge and joins the city's undercover gang, that's kinda really stupid."

"I know, but the earlier ones were good. San Andreas was the fucking best one!" Hawden exclaimed, then paused. "I probably shouldn't be swearing while operating..."

"Yeah, probably not..." The next couple minutes went by with them talking about video games. "Alright, Will, you're all done. Would you like to stay for the night or do you feel well enough to go home?"

"I think I'll go home. School in the morning and what not." Will said, sitting up in bed and wincing as the stitches pulled.

"Yeah... you're not going to school tomorrow. I'll write you a note." Hawden smiled, moving the surgical equipment away from Will's hospital bed.

"Alright I guess. Thanks, Dr. Hawden."

"Call me Neil."

"Alright, thanks Neil." He pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket and called his mother. "Hey Mom, can you pick me up?"

"Yeah, I'll be right there." She hung up without saying goodbye, not that she said goodbye anyways.

"Alright Will, I'll see you around." Hawden said, winking as he walked away. A nurse wrapped gauze around his torso, which sort of made Will look like a badass, but not really. Another nurse rolled a wheelchair up to the bed and Will sat down on it. She took him to the front entrance and sat with him until his mother drove up in her 2021 Honda. Will slowly got in, wincing as the stitches pushed back onto the seat.

"Well Will." Mom said, pulling away from the curb. "Sam told me what happened. What the hell were you doing getting into a fight? In a Dairy Queen, no less!"

"Mom, they were pic-"

"Save it. I'm disappointed in you; I thought I'd raised you better. If I hear anything more about you getting into fights, I'm going to ground you for a month."

"Don't you even care that they were ab-" He was cut off my his mothers glare.

"No, I do not. Violence is no way to solve your problems!"

"But I tried to-"

"I don't care! You scared your little sister by starting a riot in the middle of Dairy Queen and she's rather upset." Will just stopped trying to reason with her - it really was pointless. The rest of the trip home went in silence, Will not wanting to provoke his mother anymore. Will walked through the front door, not wanting to wake anyone up by turning on the lights; it was three in the morning after all. Will stumbled into his room and lay down carefully in bed, staring at the ceiling until sleep took hold. What a wonderful first day of school this turned out to be.