Braxton The Brave

"We're almost there, just a little further," I said, leading the group through the forest with my flashlight. Braxton was right behind me, and I could already feel an air of impatience coming from him.

"How long until we make it?" Braxton whined as we treked. "Almost there, don't worry," I reassured him.

Eventually, we made it to my house. Braxton glared at it without any care at all, while his cronies, on the other hand, were slightly concerned and worried. Who could blame them after all? My house looked like it came straight from a horror movie. Floorboards covered some of the windows, overgrowing vines, and the paint was slowly disappearing.

In addition, a creepy atmosphere enveloped the house; it was obvious that the others, even Braxton, felt it.

"This...is your house?" a slim cronie asked, turning to me. I nodded, and Braxton chuckled at that. "Of course you of all people live here!".

"Uuuhh, Braxton? Maybe you should call this bet off..." a chubby cronie suggested.

"Yeah Braxton, you should," I smirked. Braxton only rolled his eyes at my comment. "I never back down from anything!" Braxton laughed, stepping up to me in an attempt to be intimidating.

"Especially if it's from a freak like you".

It's funny how he's kept his tough-guy act for so long. It's only a matter of time before it's shattered into pieces.

He brushed past me and walked up to the door. Upon opening it, he flashed us a cocky grin before entering inside and closing the door.

Five minutes passed and we heard nothing from Braxton, no prideful laughs, no noise, nothing at all. Five minutes stretched into fifteen minutes, and the cronies were becoming worried.

"It's starting to get late...shouldn't we be going now?" one of the cronies with curly hair asked.

"And leave the "toughest kid in town" behind?" I responded slyly with a finger quote. This caused all three cronies to go silent and avert their eyes anxiously.

Time stretched by and the cronies were starting to grow more worried.

"Braxton's probably just stalling just to prove to us how brave he is!" the slim cronie said, but there wasn't any hope within his voice.

The front door suddenly opened and out came Braxton.

Well, what was even left of him to be exact.

His head rolled off the grass and ended up a few feet near us. His face wore an expression of utter fear and agony as his mouth was stretched into a giant O. Braxton's cronies didn't stare at his head in pure terror, before turning and running away, echoing high-pitched screams while doing so.

I smiled, then walked towards the house. I kicked Braxton's head out of the way as I put my hand on one of the walls.

"Good boy," I said, and a distorted, quiet sound emitted from within "my" house.