((Ben Ward continued from Welcome to Summoner's Rift
"Those fuckers..." Ben muttered as he climbed the stairs to the clubhouse balcony. He'd only asked them to wait like five minutes, because sometimes, a guy needed to take a shit. Especially with those awful food bars they'd been given. It might've ended up being a bit longer because he needed to find something to wipe with, but that didn't mean it was okay to ditch him. It was a load of luck that Ben even managed to find the clubhouse, considering he'd almost gotten lost with Jesse and Harlin yesterday looking for it.
He entered the clubhouse into what was probably the clubhouse's bar and lounge. The furnishings in the lounge looked a lot more comfortable than the stupid school buses. It wouldn't be a hard sell to get the everyone to move to the clubhouse as their base. Ben wandered through the building, which was at least half as big as some of the country clubs Ben had been to back home. A depressing comparison, as Ben wasn't going to see any of them again.
"The fuck?" Ben said to himself as he passed a set of double doors. There were voices on the other side. He couldn't make out everything, but what he did hear made his blood run cold. Theo. Which meant Theodore Fletcher was in there.
Ben flung the double doors wide open with a smash. He stood at the top of a flight of stairs overlooking what was probably the main lobby of the clubhouse. Brianna, Vartoogian, Jesse, and Harlin were there, as well as a new face: Jaquilyn Locke. And one more person facing away from Ben; that was likely Fletcher.
"Fucking...." Ben said, his voice filling the atrium.
Theodore Fletcher was a killer. Danya had said so.
Ben's legs refused to run. To where? According to Danya, Fletcher had a gun. Even if Ben was bigger and stronger and better than him, it didn't matter. Ben was going to die.
They were all going to die.
"The fuck you guys doing?" Ben bellowed to the others, "Get the fuck outta here!"
But still he stood there, paralyzed by his impending doom.