Dreams of an Absolution

Unforgivable (Episode 60)

"LUCAAAS!!!!! STOP IT NOW!!!!! EVERYONE'S GOING TO DIE!!! PLEASE LUCAS!!! STOOOOOP!!!!! PLEEEASE!!! PLEEEEEASE!!!!! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!! LUCAAAAAAAS!!!!!!"

Moments earlier...

The snow began to flurry down once more upon the stadium from the pure white sky. It was coming down much harder than it was earlier today. It was almost as if a minor blizzard was occurring.

Timothy and Brian had just arrived back to their seats mere moments ago following their intense match. The two of them were exhausted.

"Jeez dude, why's it gotta snow again? It literally just stopped not too long ago," Jessica complained, holding her coat over her head.

"I don't mind the snow right now if I'm being honest. That match with Tim got me sweating like crazy," said Brian, completely drained of energy. "You can say that again," Timothy agreed, equally as tired out.

Jessica looked over to Timothy and smiled. "Really didn't expect that from you dude. You're really getting strong. To be able to hold your own against Brian is awesome dude," she proudly said to him.

Timothy smiled back at her, but then he looked to the ground. "Thanks Jess." Maxwell glanced over and said, "Do not worry Timothy. Even the greatest of us fail sometimes! That's why we stand back up and become much greater!"

Timothy looked down at the palm of his hand, balling his fist. "Right. I still need to get stronger," said Timothy in a drained tone. Brian replied, "You'll get there m-"

"Wait! Did Lucas ever come back!?" Timothy urgently exclaimed, standing from his seat. Startled, Jessica replied, "Woah dude! Chill. He's probably pulling a you and taking a long dump. Speaking of, does the guy even use the bathroom?"

Brian rolled his eyes, looking annoyed. He remarked, "What's so important about what Lucas is doing? He's almost a grown ass man. Not a lost puppy Timothy."

"No! You guys don't get it! We have to find-"

"Lucas Avadeer, please enter the field!"

In an instant, Lucas creepily phased up through the ground in the center of the field. The ominous shadow was still looming over his eyes from his hair. He just stood there, motionless, wearing nothing but a small frown across his face.

"Look, there he is right there, perfectly fine man. He probably went to use the toilet like Jess said and came when he heard his name get announced," Brian explained.

Timothy still had the feeling something was off though. It felt like there was something wrong. The crowd had mixed reactions to Lucas's entrance, due to his presence.

From up in his seat with his arms crossed, Rodger said, "That's the ass hat from the first stage of tryouts. He's friends with that flashlight bitch. Hope he gets the shit beat out of him too."

Lexi smirked and replied, "Mmm I do not know brother. I smell a bloodlust aroma emitting off of him. It's delicious." She then licked her lips, making a disturbing face.

"Derrick Jackson, please enter the field!"

Timothy froze in place. "Oh no," he said to himself in a somber tone. He grabbed his chest, fearing the worse...

"Well, well, well. What are these odds? Guess I will get to teach that damned ghost guy a lesson after all," declared Derrick, as his group of friends cheered him on.

Derrick had then held two fingers to his lips and closed his eyes. He then lifted those fingers up towards the sky, concentrating. All of a sudden, a gigantic, green, Japanese dragon made of light appeared from the clouds, flying down towards Derrick at extreme speeds.