six

"Okay kids, you're in for the real treat, today," the officer, who you've learned is named Franklin, says as he walks to the other side of the classroom, the four of you all standing in front of the desks filled with the same kids that were on the tour earlier.

"These fellows have kindly volunteered to demonstrate how a stun gun is used to subdue a suspect," Franklin says, your eyes slightly widening as the kids all 'ooh'.

"That's right," Alan agrees.

"Wait a sec, what?" Phil asks.

"Now, there's two ways to use a stun gun. Up close and personal," he says, quickly holding it to Stu's neck and tasing him as he screams, falling to the floor.

"Jesus Christ," you mumble, running your hands through your hair.

"What the fuck?" Phil says.

"Or, you can shoot it from a distance. Do I have any volunteers? You wanna come up here and do some shooting? Huh? Alright, how about you, young lady, come on up here, alright," Franklin says, calling a little girl to walk up to the front.

"Let's go, handsome," he says, referring to Phil, Alan slowly walking forwards.

"Not you, fat Jesus, slide it on back. You, pretty boy," he says, waving Phil over as the class starts giggling.

"All right, now it's real simple. All you gotta do is point, aim and shoot, alright?" Franklin explains to the girl and Phil reluctantly steps in front of her, Franklin handing her the gun and stepping back.

"Okay, look. You don't really wanna do this," Phil smiles, shaking his head as he holds his hands up.

"You can do this. Just focus," Franklin edges her on.

"Don't listen to this maniac. Let's think this thing through," Phil says.

"Finish him!" Franklin yells, the girl shooting Phil in the groin, Phil groaning as he slowly falls to his knees, then on the ground. Your eyes widen as you watch him lay in pain, gripping onto his crotch as he moans.

"Haha, right in the nuts, beautiful! Well done, give her a hand, everybody," Franklin says, the whole class clapping for her.

"Good. Looks like the girl is up next, why don't you step up here?" he asks as you slowly step towards him.

"Hey, looks like this little eager boy wants to get some action up here, c'mon buddy," he calls to the boy sitting in the front row. The boy smiles, stepping up and taking the gun from Franklin.

"Same as before, just aim the gun and shoot," Franklin says. The boy smiles, nodding before shooting the gun, a large electric wave buzzing through your throat. You slightly stumble backwards, gripping onto your throat tightly as you can't even seem to let out the sound of the groan, the whole class laughing and cheering as you slowly slide down the back wall.

"Good, that'll be sure to keep her from drinking any more alcohol for at least an hour. Hey, we've got one more charge left. Anybody else wanna do some shooting up here?" he asks. You finally let out a quiet moan, rubbing your throat to try and ease some of the pain.

"How about you, big man? Come on up here," he says, calling up the same kid who Alan had kicked the phone out of his hand earlier, although you can't really seem to focus on what they're doing as your eyes wander down to Phil still desperately clinging onto his groin. You look back over when you see Alan getting shot in the face, but still up and stumbling towards the kid. Some of them scream, scared by Alan walking like a fucking zombie.

"Alright, everybody relax, take it easy. We've seen it before, he just needs a little extra charge," Franklin says, buzzing him in the neck as he falls on top of some desks. Damn, that kid really did get his revenge.

"Some of these big boys, you gotta give them two shots," he laughs, tapping Alan's ass as he seems to be completely out.

-

"Fuck those guys! You hear me? That was bullshit, I'm telling everybody we stole a cop car," Stu yells, standing in front of you, Alan and Phil, all sitting on the bench outside of the pound office.

"It's not the end of the world, Stu," you sigh, your voice still slightly raspy.

"They let us go, who cares?" Phil asks, obviously fed up with Stu getting all worked up.

"I care! You can't just do that! You can't just taze people because you think it's funny. That's police brutality!" he yells, stopping for a second to take a deep breath.

"I'm getting a soda. Do you guys want anything?" he asks.

"No," Phil shakes his head. Stu turns, disappearing around the corner.

"My man doesn't shut up, Jesus Christ," Phil says once Stu is far enough away.

"(y/n), you okay?" he asks, pulling you out of your daydreaming state. You look up at him, nodding before looking back down at the ground in front of you.

"I'm just worried. What if something serious happened to Doug? Like, something really bad," you mumble.

"Come on, baby, you can't think like that," Phil says.

"I dunno, I just can't shake this thought from my head- what if he's dead?," you ask, looking back up at Phil with teary eyes.

"(y/n), Doug is fine," he says, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to his chest.

"Then why hasn't he called?" you ask.

"I don't know, but we're gonna figure it out, you hear me? We're gonna find your brother, and my best friend, and he's going to be perfectly alive and healthy," he says, soothingly rubbing your back up and down as you sniff back the tears.

"Thanks, Phil. I know this is hard for you too. You've done a lot of the work here to find him, Doug will appreciate that," you mumble into his chest, the cologne from last night still radiating off his shirt.

"Hey, don't even worry about it. Doug's my brother, too. I'm determined to find him, just like you," he says, kissing the top of your head.

"I'll tell you another thing. 6-1 odds we're still far from finding where Doug is," you hear Stu say, appearing back in front of you, opening a soda can.

"Stu, not now," Phil says.

"No, how much you wanna bet we're not even fucking close yet?" he chuckles.

"That's enough. (y/n)'s seriously worried about her brother, okay? Let's not freak her out anymore," Phil says quietly, a short silence following after.

"Sorry, (y/n). I wasn't thinking. You know what? We'll search the car for clues, and everything's going to be okay," Stu says, stepping closer. You smile softly, nodding as you hear the car driving up from the distance.

"Oh, shit, I can't watch, just tell me what it looks like," Phil says, hanging his head low. Stu steps aside, turning his back to the street as the car pulls up. You lift your head, smiling when you see the somehow perfect-condition Mercedes pull up, even though you were fucking driving it drunk.

"Guys, it's fine," you chuckle, standing up from Phil's arms and stepping towards the vehicle.

"Oh, thank god. You see? Things are working out for us, already," Phil smiles at you, standing up as well.

-

"Anything?" Phil asks, opening and closing the sunshade on the car roof.

"Nothing," Stu mumbles from the backseat.

"Hmm, I got a cigar," you say, shutting the glovebox.

"Oh, I found, uh- these are some black shoes," Alan says.

"They women's shoes?" Phil asks.

"I don't know," he says, passing the boot up to you.

"Whose are those?" Phil asks.

"I don't know. It's a mens size six," you say, checking the tag.

"That's weird," Phil says.

"What is this? A snakeskin?" you hear Alan ask, turning to see him holding up a used condom.

"Oh my god- ew!" you yell when he tosses it on your shoulder before it falls onto your lap.

"That's a used condom, Alan!" Phil says. You quickly pick it up, tossing it back at Alan as he giggles like a child.

"Gross, it's wet," you gag.

"Get it out of the car," Phil says.

"Fuck off!" Stu yells, tossing back at Alan after he had thrown it at Stu.

"I don't want that thing," Alan chuckles, tossing it on Phil's shoulder.

"Hey! Come on," Phil says, swerving on the road as he struggles to get it off him.

"I got jizz on me! Jesus Christ," he yells, swerving down an empty road before shaking it off his shoulder, quickly rolling down the window and tossing it out, the car going off road and out onto the desert sand before Phil quickly hits the break.

"What the fuck, man? We gotta get this shit together!" Phil yells, turning to face Alan, but you all freeze when you hear thumping from the back of the car.

"What was that?" Alan asks.

"It's in the trunk. Doug's in the trunk!" Stu yells, realization hitting him.

"Oh fuck! Holy shit!" Phil yells, taking out the keys as all of you scramble to get out of the car, running around to the trunk.

"Open it! Open it!" you yell.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Phil yells, quickly sticking the key in the trunk and popping it open. But, you're met by a naked man that is definitely not Doug, jumping onto Phil's shoulders as he beats his back with a crowbar.

"Stop! Man! Please! Stop!" Phil yells.

"Hey, fuck off!" you yell as Phil tosses the man off of him, the man moving to Stu as he hits him in the nuts, hitting him in the back afterwards and knocking him down. Then he moves to Phil, hitting him on the side of the head and causing him to fall down too. He looks at you, hitting the side of your neck before hitting you again over the top of your head as you feel dizzy and fall down into the sand as well.

"Is she dead?" you hear Stu say, slowly stirring out of the trance of sleep that you hadn't even realized you fell into.

"(y/n)," you hear from above you. You open your eyes, seeing Phil leaning over you.

"Your head's bleeding," he says, holding one hand on your cheek as he looks at it.

"I'm fine," you say, slowly sitting up with him, leaning back against the tire as Stu moans on the ground, Alan sitting up as well.

"That was some fucked up shit. Who was that guy? He was so mean," Phil says, leaning up a little further against the car. You watch as he feels his bloody, split open lip, pulling his hand away to see the blood transferred to his fingers.

"Guys, there's something I need to tell you," Alan pants, all of you sort of ignoring him as you assume he's gonna say something stupid, like usual.

"Last night on the roof, before we went out," he starts, Phil leaning over and spitting out a mouthful of blood. You reach your hand to your forehead, smearing the blood away that's beginning to trickle down your nose.

"I slipped something in our Jägermeister," he says, all of you slowly looking over at him.

"What?" Phil asks surprisedly.

"Alan," you say slowly.

"I'm sorry, I fudged up, guys," he says shakily.

"You drugged us?" Stu asks, trying to sit up from his previous position of laying on the ground.

"No, I didn't drug you. I was told it was ecstasy," he says, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Well, who told you it was ecstasy?" Phil asks, sitting up even further.

"The guy I bought it from at the liquor store!" he says.

"Why would you give us ecstasy?" Stu asks.

"Because I wanted everybody to have a good time! And I knew you guys wouldn't take it. It was just one hit each. I used to do three hits a night," he says.

"Yeah- we wouldn't take it because it's fucking ecstasy!" you yell.

"But it wasn't ecstasy, Alan! It was roofies!" Stu yells. Phil sighs, leaning his head back against the car.

"You think I knew that, Stu? The guy I bought it from seemed like a real straight shooter," he says.

"I'm sorry, you mean the drug dealer at the liquor store wasn't a good guy?" Stu asks.

"Lets just calm down," Phil says, gripping on the edge of the car window above him.

"You fucking calm down! He drugged us. I lost a tooth. I married a whore," Stu says, slowly standing up.

"How dare you? She's a nice lady!" he says.

"You're such a fucking moron," Stu says.

"Your language is offensive," he says.

"Fuck you!" Stu yells.

"Alright, let's just take a deep breath, okay?" Phil asks, standing up and lightly pushing Stu away. But, you take the chance when neither of them are looking to fling yourself at Alan, jumping on his legs and repeatedly punching him in the face.

"My brother might be dead right now because of you, you fucking idiot!" you yell, using all the strength and anger you can muster up and sending it to his face.

"Hey! Hey!" you hear Phil yell before you're lifted from around the waist, kicking him one last time in the face as Phil carries you away. You quickly spit on him before Phil places you down a few feet away from Alan, holding your shoulders to keep you in place.

"(y/n), calm down, breathe," Phil says soothingly as you gently rub your now bloody knuckles.

"I can't calm down! Don't you see that this is all his fault!? Every single bad thing that has happened to us, happened because he fucking drugged us last night! Doug is fucking missing and hurt because this moron wanted us to have fun, when we would've been perfectly fine without him! And now, my brother might not even make it to his own damn wedding!" you yell, tears forming in your eyes again. But this time it's because of the large amount of anger coursing through your veins, just wanting to let it out on the guy who could be the reason Doug is dead, or fatally hurt.

"(y/n), believe me, I know this is his fault. But, the more you fight about it, the longer it will take for us to get to Doug. And you and I both know Doug would not want you to solve it by killing his wife's brother," he says. You huff, pulling your hair tightly as you stare down at Alan's bloody and bruised face, the sight honestly making you feel slight relief.

"Seriously guys, this is a good thing. At least we know now that it wasn't just some stranger that drugged us for god knows what reason," Phil says. You sigh, wiping more of the blood dripping down your head to your nose.

"Yeah, you're right, Phil. This is totally a good thing! We're so much better off, now," Stu says, walking over and leaning down in-between Phil and Alan.

"Here's something I would like to remind you two of; our best friend Doug, is probably facedown in a ditch right now, with a meth-head butt-fucking his corpse!" Stu yells. You scrunch your face up in disgust, wincing at the thought.

"Watch what you're saying, Stu," Phil warns, placing his hand on the top of the car as he looks out at the vast desert.

"That's highly unlikely," Alan says.

"It's true!" he yells.

"Does not help," Phil says, gently leading Stu away from Alan again.

"All right, let's get our shit together, guys," Phil says, grabbing his sunglasses off the ground.

"Let's go back to the hotel, and I'm gonna make a couple calls. Maybe Doug's back there. Maybe he's asleep. Come on! Let's go," he says, shutting the trunk and walking back over to get in the driver's seat.

"Stu? Little help?" Alan asks, holding up his hand and snapping.

"Shut up!" Stu says, hitting his hand away and opening the door, accidentally hitting Alan in the face as Alan falls again.

"Oh god. Alan, are you okay? I'm sorry," Stu says, helping him get up and into the backseat as he follows. You push the seat back, sighing as you sit down and shut your door.

-

You all silently walk down the hall and towards the villa, Alan walking behind the three of you as Stu walks a little bit more in front of you and Phil. You glance over, seeing the blood that had dripped all down the collar of his shirt, the cut on his lip looking very painful but not bleeding nearly as much now. Your head had also slowed down, but now you have a dry streak of blood running down your forehead.

"Wait, guys. Guys," Alan says, all of you slowly stopping in front of your room and reluctantly turning to look at him with annoyed faces. Alan's face is pretty fucked up, which you're actually kind of proud to say you were the reason for. He has a large bruise on his cheekbone along with a small gash, a bit of blood dried underneath his nose and a red-forming bruise under his eye.

"What about the tiger? What if he got loose?" Alan asks.

"Oh, fuck," Phil says, hanging his head back.

"I keep forgetting about the goddamn tiger," he says, looking back down at you and Stu.

"It's fine. He's locked in the bathroom," you say.

"How did it get in there?" Phil asks.

"I don't know, because I can't remember," Stu says angrily.

"Shh, Stu. Keep it down," Phil says as he pulls out the room key, sticking it into the door.

"Because, uh, one of the side effects of roofies is, uh, memory loss," Alan informs, the three of you looking over at him.

"Saying shit like that is what makes me want to beat the shit out of you," you say.

"You are literally too stupid to insult," Stu says calmly.

"Thank you," Alan says.

"Hey!" Phil whispers as the room door opens, Phil slowly stepping in first. You follow behind him, furrowing your eyebrows when you hear music playing.

"Come on!" Phil whisper-yells to Alan who still hasn't walked in after Stu.

"Did we leave the music on?" he asks, slowly stepping forwards.

"Hey! Shh," he says to Alan after he slams the door shut behind you. You roll your eyes, not being able to even handle the stupidity coming from this guy anymore.

"Don't make any sudden movements," Phil says as you continue to walk forwards. You look back over when Phil yells and jumps back, seeing that he had run into the back of a large man in a black suit. Stu screams, all of you quickly backing up as the man turns around.

"Who the hell are you?" Phil yells.

"No, who are you?" the man asks.

"Quiet, quiet," somebody says, all of you turning your heads to see another guy sitting at the piano in the lounge. He slowly turns around, standing up from the seat and stepping towards you.

"Mike Tyson?" Phil asks, and you immediately recognize the face.

"Shh. This is my favourite part, coming up right now," he says, all of you slowly stepping forward before he does the air drums to the chorus of the song.

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight," he sings, smiling as you now stand right in front of him.

"Need a chorus line, guys," he says, waving his fingers in the air as Alan sings the background lyric, Phil confusedly looking down at you as you just shrug your shoulders.

"But I've been waiting for this moment, for all my life," he sings badly.

"One more time guys," he says as the background vocal comes up again, punching Alan in the face and knocking him to the ground.

"Oh, Jesus!" Phil says, jumping forwards and kneeling at his side, Stu kneeling at his other side as you awkwardly look between Mike and Alan on the ground, not really caring as much as the other guys that he's unconscious. If anything, it already seems more peaceful.

"Oh, fuck!" Phil says, pushing Alan's hair back to reveal his closed eyes.

"Why did you do that?" Phil asks, the both of them standing back up as the other guy turns off the music, tossing the remote.

"Mr. Tyson would like to know why his tiger is in your bathroom," he says.

"He drugged us with roofies," you say quickly, pointing at Alan.

"Hold on, hold on, wait. That was completely unnecessary," Phil says, holding his hands up. "I-I'm a huge fan. When you knocked out Holmes, that was-"

"Explain," the man says, cutting Phil off.

"All right, look. We were drugged last night. We have no memory of what happened," he says.

"It's true," Stu adds.

"It was him," you say, referring to Alan again.

"We got in all kinds of trouble last night and now we can't find our friend. And if you want to kill us, just go ahead because I don't even care anymore," Stu says.

"Stu, what are you talking about?" Phil asks quietly.

"I don't care."

"Why the fuck would you want to steal his tiger?" the man asks.

"We tend to do dumb shit when we're fucked up," Phil chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

"I don't believe these guys, man," Mike says.

"Wait- how did you guys find us?" Phil asks.

"One of you dropped your jackets. Found it in the tiger's cage this morning," the man says, holding up his arm with the jacket slung over it.

"That's Doug's!" you say excitedly.

"Yeah, uh, Doug. His wallet and room key are in there," he says, tossing the jacket to Stu.

"No, that's our missing friend," Phil says.

"I don't give a fuck," he says.

"Did you guys see him?" Stu asks hopefully.

"I was fast asleep," Mike says.

"Because if he was up, this shit wouldn't have gone down so smoothly," the man adds.

"Maybe one of the tigers ate his ass like Omar," Mike chuckles.

"Respect," the guy nods, taking his hat off his head and holding it to his chest.

"Wha-what happened to Omar?" Phil asks.

"Oh, don't worry about Omar. He's not with us no more," Mike says.

"Okay, I know this is asking a lot but do you think there is any way we could go to your house and just look around, see if there's any clues for our friend?" Phil asks.

"Absolutely. How else did you think we're gonna get the tiger back, anyway?" the guy asks.

"Come on, champ," he says before him and Mike turn away, starting to walk out of the room.

"I'm sorry?" Phil asks, stepping forwards.

"We're not gonna put it back in the Bentley. You brought it here, you bring it back. What do you think, about 40 minutes?" he asks, both of them stopped in the entrance of the room.

"Don't make me come back for him," Mike says after the other guy had already walked away before following him out the front door.

"That was Mike Tyson," Stu mutters, a small smile on his face.

"Yeah, no shit that was Mike Tyson," Phil sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm just saying, he's still got it," Stu whispers. You glance over when you see Alan groaning quickly, flipping over onto his back.

"Alan, bud, are you okay?" Phil asks, walking over to him and kneeling at his side again.

"Oh my god," Stu says when they both see him looking hurt and out of it.

"Shit! Fuck, where'd he get him?" Phil asks.

"Hey," he says, snapping in his face.