Trust me

The sky was blue...

Everything was red. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. It was all red. The occasional black flicker followed a blood-curdling scream.
"Where the hell..." he moved forward a bit paying careful attention as to where he put his feet, not knowing why. A gust of wind blew by him, shivering he rubbed his bare arms... wait.
'Since when did I not have my jacket on' the wind got stronger and colder as it got darker and darker. He watched in horror as a large shadowy monster loomed over him. It raised its fist.
He screamed as it came slamming down.
...
"GAGE"
His eyes snapped open, looking around he saw several concerned eyes of the bus passengers glancing his way. He turned to Wyatt, his brow furrowed in confusion. He cleared his throat.
"Sorry bad dream" he wasn't even aware he fell asleep. The southerner smiled.
"Thought so you were tossing a bit" he giggled a bit.
"Oh, and what if I was having an amazing dance battle dream where I totally kicked your ass" Wyatt laughed and flicked his nose.
"The sounds I heard didn't sound victorious, so either you lied about winning or you really didn't like the dancing" A lady to the left of them tapped Wyatt on the shoulder.
"Are you two together, you look like an adorable couple" Gage turned red and began to laugh hysterically. Wyatt immediately started waving off the question.
"We're not... I mean... no, w-we aren't... we uh. Gage help"
He stopped laughing to assist his flustered friend.
"We're both straight, and he's my godbrother" the lady blinked before spitting out apologies.
They assured her it was alright.

He jumped down each step and landed on the sidewalk. Wyatt followed shortly after, Wyatt swung the door open dramatically.
"Wassup bitches" he spun around and plopped onto the couch with an exaggerated flare. Gage rolled his eyes.
"Wyatt you're a bag of dicks"
Said boy shot him a finger gun from the old Chesterfield.
"Thanks"
Brandon let out a long aggravated sigh as he trudged into the room.
Rhett hot on his tail.
"I take it someone didn't sleep very well last night"
Glowering down at the boy in yellow, Brandon flipped up a finger.
"It's not that Wyatt, it's the shooting yesterday" the boys tilted their heads, Rhett scratched the back of his head.
"Larry sent me this last night" Brandon held up his phone to reveal the picture of a small black card. The silver detailing on it was satisfyingly smooth and clean.
"He said that the shooter gave it to an officer and asked for it to be delivered to Team hot wheels. The only problem is that neither Larry nor I can decipher what is on this damn card, it's some kind of weird language, I can't tell what it says" Wyatt took the card, glancing it over he have the blonde a skeptical look.
"Did you run it through the analyzer" Rhett nodded frantically.
"Twice, several different human languages, it got to the point where on our second run we did some digging into inhuman languages and some Elvish ruins. Nothing matches" Gage took the card he read each and every word.
"It says 'Avoided questions and pondered choices. Death is the only way to silence these voices'... guys this is a death card"
The looks of wonder on their faces were asking a million questions. He cleared his throat.
"Oh uh a death card is a dark fortune, it depicts a gruesome ending to your... yeah"
Brandon grabbed the card, waving it in Gage's face.
"How do you know that"
The younger boy rubbed his arm.
"Mom had found a few books on this stuff when she was younger and found a way to learn the dialect, she decided to teach me and May believing it would be of some use in the future, turns out she was right"
Rhett stepped forward.
"So you can understand parts of a kooky language now"
He shook his head.
"No my mom started teaching me when I was five, May too. She learned way long ago she's practically fluent"
"Ok that aside, what do you think this means"
Gage's face fell, his beautiful baby blue eyes turned icy and cold.
"It means one or more of us is going to walk the line"
The faces around him went pale after a slight silence Rhett (sweet naive Rhett) piped up.
"Like a tight rope"
Gage shook his head again.
"The line between life and death Rhett, one or more of us is going to come close to death when we meet the person who sent this card"
Just at that moment, Larry burst through the door, sweat gleaming on his paling skin.
"We got a problem"

I know I made Rhett sound a little smarter in the analyzer scene but he's not completely dumb, he's got some smarts he's just a little slower and is just naive. Not knowing big words and fancy foods isn't that uncommon. Besides Rhett is the imagination I feel like he would know a thing or two about inhuman languages and Elvish ruins. It just Rhett.