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The song's beat synchronized with each punch. Swing after swing impacted with the heavy punching bag as Aiden took a sharp breath between each strike. The sound of leather against leather echoed across the empty community gym, reverbing across the bare brick walls loud enough that Aiden could hear it over his loosely fitted headphones. 

The hour was [b][i]late[/i][/b].

Or was it early? Starting work at midnight messed with Aiden’s head in a way he was not used to yet. But he needed the money, and this was the only way his foreman at the railyard could compensate his busy, upcoming school year. Between football practices, homework, and maintaining any semblance of a social life, working the [i]wee[/i] hours of the morning was the only way he could ensure a steady revenue. The bonus of those hours was, Aiden took home the pay for eight hours even if he finished early, provided the work was completed properly.

That left him time to hit the gym and sneak in a work-out before the coming day. Sure, he probably could have used this time to catch an hour or two of sleep, but Aiden never felt like sleeping after working, and there was always coffee to keep him going throughout the day. If that failed, then he'd simply buy a Monster or two at the convenience store by the school. He could sleep when he was dead; right now, he was sixteen and at the top of his game. 

Starting quarterback for the Mather Memorial Varsity football team, one of the most popular kids in school and he wasn't in a juvenile detention center. For a kid from the wrong side of the tracks, Aiden's life was looking pretty good. The only thing he wasn't looking forward to was seeing Rosalyn Osbourne.

Between the thoughts of Rosalyn and the chorus of his song kicking in, Aiden began to speed up. There was just something about her smug, smart, snark that Aiden couldn't get her out of his head. Maybe it was the way they bickered, maybe it was the fire like personality that perfectly complimented her long locks, or maybe it was the reluctant dance at last year's spring formal that had led to their first genuine shared smile.

Aiden gave his head a violent shake before unleashing a wild punch. The sharp 'crack' of his wrist told him it had been sloppy. Pins and needles began to swarm his right arm prompting Aiden to cradle his arm against his body. Nothing was broken or sprained, but the shock was enough for him to call it a night.

[color=gray][i]Er, morning.[/i][/color]

Pulling his headphones off, Aiden paused the music before looking at the missed notifications lining the top of the screen. A small smile crossed his face as he scrolled through them. A new voicemail from Nessie accompanied by several missed calls also from his sister and of course, her bombardment of texts. Aiden appreciated the concern, it certainly beat the hell out of being on the receiving end of a belt buckle or a closed fist. 

Quickly changing, Aiden splashed some water on his face before departing the gym and heading for home. He wasn't one of the fortunate souls from Mather Memorial who had received a car for his sweet sixteen, but he also wasn't hoofing it across the city. One of Aiden's first purchases upon gaining employment was a bicycle. It beat the hell out of Crestwood's somewhat limited public transit and was certainly faster than walking everywhere.  

Pedalling rapidly, Aiden soon crossed over the Valley Bridge as he left the Northside and the Tracks behind. Beelining it for Vanessa’s apartment in the heart of the city’s downtown. Ducking into the alley that ran behind the building, Aiden raised his feet off the pedals before slinging his right leg over to the left side of the bike and hopping off as he coasted beside a fire escape. As he scrambled up the cold, damp steel, Aiden heard his bike come to rest against the brick wall below before it collapsed to the ground.

Rounding the fire escape, Aiden climbed another four floors before shimming open an unlocked window and climbing inside.

[COLOR=WHITE]“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?”[/COLOR]

Suddenly Aiden felt his heart sink as he finished closing the window before turning around slowly to face his sister.

[COLOR=WHITE]“It is six in the fuckin’ morning, you have been gone since midnight.”[/COLOR] His sister’s face looked like it could explode at any second, the vein in her forehead bulging as her cheeks practically glowed a bright crimson.

[COLOR=WHITE]"So, where the hell have you been?!?”[/COLOR] She demanded. From behind Vanessa, Aiden saw the head of his sister's fiancé as Calvin peeked his head around the doorframe. Rubbing his tired eyes, Aiden watched Calvin's eyes suddenly widen as the older man realized what was going on before disappearing again. 

[color=white]“Start talking, Roth!”[/color] Vanessa stated, her arms crossed and her foot tapping impatiently while a sheepish Aiden rubbed the back of his head.

[COLOR=GRAY]“I-”[/COLOR] He began, thinking the words through carefully. [COLOR=GRAY]“I took a job at the railyard.”[/COLOR] Aiden stated as Vanessa shook her head, rubbing her temples before exploding again.

[COLOR=WHITE]“In the Tracks? Aiden, that’s Sons’ territory. You can’t be caught there.”[/COLOR] She said her volume lowering, but Aiden didn't forsee Vaness calming down anytime soon. 

[COLOR=WHITE]“What do you even need a job for anyways?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=GRAY]“I need to pull my weight around here.”[/COLOR] Aiden replied quickly. [COLOR=GRAY]“I don’t expect to stay for free.”[/COLOR] He continued as Vanessa stepped forward and hugged her younger brother. Releasing him, she tousled his hair before slugging him in the arm.

[COLOR=WHITE]“I appreciate it, Squirt, but you need to focus on your studies and stay safe.”[/COLOR] Vanessa reprimanded her brother softly, stepping back. [COLOR=WHITE]“Now then, to more important matters,”[/COLOR] Vanessa paused, pulling an envelope from behind her back. [COLOR=WHITE]“Happy belated birthday, Squirt.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=GRAY]“You already took me out to dinner a week ago. You really didn’t need to do anything else, Nessie.”[/COLOR] Aiden replied, reluctantly taking the envelope from his sister.

[COLOR=WHITE]“Oh please!”[/COLOR] Vanessa deflected. [COLOR=WHITE]“Well, don’t just stand there. Open it!”[/COLOR] Vanessa insisted as Aiden slowly dragged his finger under the flap of the envelope, antagonizing his sister with a smirk. Lifting the flap, Aiden reached inside as he pulled out two tickets to the upcoming Clamfest. A smile crossed his face as he looked at them, Clamfest was a night of live music held in Crestwood Hollow featuring some of the biggest up and coming bands from the East Coast. It was an opportunity for Aiden to see some of his favourite independent bands before they were snatched up by a label, and their ticket prices soared with their success.

[COLOR=WHITE]“Thought maybe you and a, uh, [i]friendp[/i] could go.”[/COLOR] Vanessa said in a sing-song tone as she elbowed Aiden playfully before he brushed her off, his cheeks slowly turning a bright red. 

[COLOR=GRAY]"I don't have any, 'uh [i]friends[/i],'"[/COLOR] Aiden protested before cracking a smile [COLOR=GRAY]“But thank you Nessie, I really do appreciate this.”[/COLOR] Aiden said, before hollering over his sister’s head. [COLOR=GRAY]“Same to you too, Calvin!”[/COLOR] A thumbs-up in the doorway let Aiden know that Calvin had received the message. 

Suddenly Aiden’s phone began to vibrate as he realized the time.

[COLOR=GRAY]“[I]Shit[/I].”[/COLOR] He muttered while beginning to pull his sweater off, scanning the room for a clean change of clothes. [COLOR=GRAY]“School’s today.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=WHITE]“Keep your clothes on until I’m out of the room, at least.”[/COLOR] Vanessa balked as she backed towards the doorway. [COLOR=WHITE]“And take a shower, you stink.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=WHITE]“Love you too!”[/COLOR] Aiden replied before ripping his pants off while Vanessa covered her eyes and ran out of the room.[/INDENT][/INDENT]
[hr][INDENT][INDENT][INDENT][COLOR=LIGHTGRAY][SUP][I]Mather Memorial High School - Crestwood Hollow, NH, United States of America[/I][/SUP][/COLOR][/INDENT][/INDENT][/INDENT][table][row][/row][ROW][CELL][INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/rEyNyGP.png?1[/img][color=2c2c2c]--[/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/QRNw0RW.png?1[/img][color=2c2c2c]--[/color][abbr=(1) New Message(s) - S C A R E C R O W From: Shane Parks][img]https://i.imgur.com/ApTtb8j.png?1[/img][/abbr][/INDENT][/CELL][CELL][INDENT][RIGHT][img]https://i.imgur.com/IpvYWie.png?1[/img][color=2c2c2c]-[/color][abbr=84 %][img]https://i.imgur.com/G4AZUhb.png?1[/img][/abbr][color=2c2c2c]-[/color][B][color=BLACK]08:10[/color][/B][/RIGHT][/INDENT][/CELL][/ROW][/table][INDENT][INDENT]Aiden had missed the bus. 

[COLOR=GRAY]“Fuck me.”[/COLOR] He muttered, looking around before he spotted the large vehicle in the nearby distance. Watching the yellow cesspool on wheels rolled away, a sigh of exasperation escaped his mouth before he turned around and ran back towards the apartment building. 

Hopping Mrs. Gimble’s fence, Aiden ran across her terrace, racing around to the rear of the building. Pulling his bike off the ground where he had abandoned it prior, he jumped on it and took off towards the school, pedalling as fast as he could. 

Cutting through alleyways and backyards, Aiden managed to only be sprayed by one sprinkler while he raced the bus towards Mather Memorial High School. Arriving at the school just ahead of the bus, Aiden jumped the bus lane, hitting the curb with all his momentum. Continuing to ride his bike, he brought it around to the rear of the school. Exchanging high-fives with several of his teammates on his way past, Aiden came to a stop beside a set of the athletics field bleachers. 

Tucking his bike under the old wooden platforms, he reached into his jacket. Pulling out a small carton of cigarettes, he drew one out and lit it in one swift motion. Taking his first drag, Aiden felt the slight twinge of guilt forming in his stomach as he put the smoke to his mouth again.

He had told Vanessa he quit.

[i]Three months ago.[/i]

But the truth be told, Aiden's addiction was only getting stronger every day. Three months ago, he wouldn’t have needed a cigarette for first day back jitters. But now, all he had to do was fumble the ball once, and the cravings started. Taking a long, satisfying drag, Aiden blew the smoke up into the air before a cough behind him caused the teen to turn on one heel.

[COLOR=WHITE]“You know those will kill you?”[/COLOR] Thomas Clark stated rhetorically. The older man stared at Aiden stern-faced before cracking a smile. Pulling out his own pack of cigarettes, the coach tilted one towards Aiden for a light. Obliging the Coach, Aiden watched him take his own first drag before Coach Clark spoke again.
[COLOR=WHITE]“I see that Vanessa didn’t convince you to quit after all?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=GRAY]“Yes, she did.”[/COLOR] Aiden responded, taking another drag before coughing slightly. [COLOR=GRAY]“I quit three months ago.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=WHITE]“Your sister isn’t stupid Ace, you’d do well not to lie to her.”[/COLOR] Clark responded, though his tone was solemn, there was a glimmer of underlying humour. [COLOR=WHITE]“But enough of that, think you can fly my Ravens to victory this year?”[/COLOR] He asked, turning to look at Aiden.

[COLOR=GRAY]“No.”[/COLOR] Aiden replied flatly. [COLOR=GRAY]“But, I know you can.”[/COLOR] He added, a smile crossing the coach’s face.

[COLOR=WHITE]“Well, I’m going to need you and that arm of yours to do it. The boys trust you, you've earned that much. You’re our good luck charm.”[/color] Clark stated as he dropped his cigarette butt, extinguishing it beneath his boot.

[COLOR=GRAY]“I’m no one’s good luck charm.”[/COLOR] Aiden retorted, taking the last drag off his own cigarette before too extinguishing it. Lifting his bag, the zipper slid open, allowing the few books inside to tumble onto the ground. Brushing his hair back, Aiden knelt to pick them up while the coach dusted off one that had fallen towards him.

[COLOR=WHITE]“Don’t recall seeing Nietzsche on this year’s reading list.”[/COLOR] Clark smiled as he handed the anthology back to Aiden.

[COLOR=GRAY]“Heard that everyone’s got a dark side.”[/COLOR] Aiden replied. [COLOR=GRAY]“Just learning how to live with mine.”[/COLOR] He continued as he tucked the book back into his bag.

[COLOR=WHITE]“I know when you're sixteen, it's easy to see the world from that cynical point of view.”[/COLOR] The coach said with a smile. [COLOR=WHITE]“But don't let that sour the world for you, there's a lot more out there you just haven't had the chance to experience yet.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=GRAY]“I don’t think we have anything to worry about, Coach.”[/COLOR] Aiden answered as the pair entered the school through the athletics wing. [COLOR=GRAY]“Life dealt me enough of a shit hand, I think it at least owes me a way out of Crestwood.”[/COLOR]

As the coach moved to enter his office, he paused at the door calling towards Aiden.

[COLOR=WHITE]“Oh, one last thing, Ace."[/COLOR] The Coach started, [COLOR=WHITE]"You [i]really[/i] should quit smoking.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=GRAY]“I will if you will!”[/COLOR] Aiden replied, prompting a smirk in response from the Coach. Waving goodbye, Aiden turned around to walk towards his locker. Reaching inside, Aiden slid his arms out of his oversized leather jacket. Stuffing it inside the locker, Aiden traded the jacket for the one hanging inside as he pulled on the navy-blue sleeve of his letterman jacket. Donning the school’s official colours of black and blue, Aiden ran a hand through his tousled hair and closed the locker door before making his way upstairs.

The main halls were lined with students of every grade scrambling to find their homeroom assignments. Moving through the throng of people, Aiden stopped to read his, making a mental note before being interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.

[COLOR=WHITE]“Caw, caw motherfucka!”[/COLOR] Dawson Rivers’ voice was unmistakable as Aiden turned around, high-fiving the taller teen before the pair bumped shoulders. Behind Dawson was the rest of the football team as the group began to unnecessarily take over the quadrant of the hallway they currently occupied. 

[color=white]“Who gonna make you black and blue!”[/color] Shane Parks piped up from the back of the group as the team went into a near frenzy.

[color=white]“Ravens! Ravens! Ravens!”[/color] Each call of the team’s name was interjected with a corresponding double clap in rhythm with two stomps. It was the team’s pre-game chant, and no one in Crestwood wouldn’t recognize it. The stadium was electric during home games when it was performed. 

[COLOR=WHITE]“Ravens,”[/COLOR] Principal Fitzgerald’s voice rang out clearly as it cut through the dull roar of the hallway. [COLOR=WHITE]“If you could please move it along, that would be appreciated.”[/COLOR] 

[COLOR=GRAY]“Sir.”[/COLOR] Aiden said with a nod as the team complied. Moving to keep pace with Aiden, Dawson let out a low whistle as one of the new freshman girls passed the group.

[color=white]“Damn.”[/color] He said approvingly. [color=white]“Nice ass.”[/color] Any further commentary was cut short by a sharp elbow to the linebacker’s ribs, courtesy of Aiden.

[color=gray]“And that’s why you’re still single!”[/color] Aiden taunted. 

[color=white]“Said the virgin quarterback.”[/color] Dawson retorted. [color=white]“Hell, I ain’t even heard of a quarterback who can’t get laid till I met you, Roth.”[/color] 

[color=gray]“It’s by choice.”[/color] Aiden responded defensively. Aiden had received offers before, being a quarterback did come with the benefits that Dawson alluded to. But perhaps Aiden was just [i]odd[/i]. A girl throwing themselves at him did little to interest him, but one he seemed to hate his guts spent far too much time running through his head.  

[COLOR=WHITE]“Yeah sure, whatever.”[/COLOR] Dawson said, brushing Aiden off. [COLOR=WHITE]“Look, we gotta talk about this year’s Scarecrow.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=GRAY]“Do we really gotta?”[/COLOR] Aiden asked sarcastically. [COLOR=GRAY]“You know how I feel about that, man. We should just let the tradition die, someone’s gonna end up hurt, and I mean with what happened to Kaitlyn-”[/COLOR] 

Three nights ago, Kaitlyn Stewart had been reported missing by her parents. Crestwood Hollow wasn't a large city; in many ways, it had more in common with a small town. It didn't take long for people to suspect foul play, and why wouldn't they? No teen had ever been missing for more than forty-eight hours. Still, the Crestwood Police Department remained adamant that Kaitlyn would turn up. But Aiden had to admit, he had a bad feeling about the whole situation.  

[COLOR=WHITE]“What? You think just because Kathy ran away, we should call off tradition? Nah, man, I don't care about where Katy Stewart is, it doesn't matter,”[/COLOR] Dawson continued, his mannerisms bordering on ranting. [color=white]“The Scarecrow has been happening since this school was built, we can’t abandon it now.”[/color] He continued while the team was now moving through the hallway. 

[COLOR=WHITE]“Look at all the prime candidates this year! There's that fuckin’ new kid with the [i]fancy[/i] accent!”[/COLOR] Dawson obnoxiously pointed towards a student that Aiden didn’t recognize. [COLOR=WHITE]“And there there’s that that burnout kid, Adam something?.”[/color]

[COLOR=WHITE]“Nah, Kaynes is cool.”[/COLOR] Shane piped in as Dawson shot him a cold look. [COLOR=WHITE]“What about Felix Brooks?”[/COLOR]

The Ravens let out a collective ‘[i]Ooh[/i]’ as Dawson excitedly grabbed Aiden by the shoulders.

[COLOR=WHITE]“What about [i]Felix Brooks[/i]?”[/COLOR] He asked, repeating Shane. Aiden’s nose crinkled in disgust as he waved a hand dismissively.

[COLOR=GRAY]“Felix is off-limits, and you know it. Even by the rules of the Scarecrow.”[/COLOR] He snarled in response, quickly losing his patience with the insistence of the other Ravens. The Scarecrow was a dangerous prank by most standards. It involved kidnapping another student, generally a freshman or social outcast and then taking them out to a nearby field before tying them up to a pole in nothing but their underwear. The Ravens would then leave them there for the night, not checking in on their victim until the following morning. Aiden was sure the experience had left more than one former student at Mather Memorial in need of a therapist. 

[COLOR=WHITE]“Well, you’re just no fun.”[/COLOR] Dawson pouted as he released Aiden. [COLOR=WHITE]“But don’t you worry, I’ll bring you around. I bet you, were the roles reversed, Felix would have you up on that pole without a second thought.”[/COLOR] He added before disappearing into his homeroom.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Aiden continued down the hall towards his own home room.[/INDENT][/INDENT][hr]
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