Black Widow.

The car was just as reveling as usual, with everyone nodding their head to the tune that played in the car. While it was admittedly loud, they didn’t have a care in the world and merely moved their bodies to the music. The man driving the car was dancing in a rhythmic way, while subtle, it was a dance nonetheless. He had his left hand on the steering wheel and tapped his thumb against it, he nodded his head and moved his body in the same direction.

The man had skin dark as coal, wearing a black durag on his head, a gold chain around his neck and wore a black wife–beater. On the fingers of each of his hands were a set of rings, one on each ring finger, not too flashy, not too less flashy, just the right amount of flashiness. He wore a pair of black jeans to match and a pair of white Jordans to stick out. In his mouth was a blunt that he took a big drag with the index and middle finger of his right hand around it. He parted the blunt from his lips and puffed smoke in the air.

“Shiyeet, Tyrone, pass the blunt!” The driver – now known as Tyrone – turned over to the person in the passenger seat. He was a young man with a similar complexion to Tyrone, and instead of a hat, he showed the waves on his head. The young man wore a Canterlot Wondercolts hoodie with a matching pair of pants and shoes to go with it, all in the school’s colors. Something of note was that he had an old fashion watch on his right wrist.

“Aight, but don’t drag too long, you got basketball practice today.” Tyrone gave the passenger a quick glance, giving him a look that said he meant it before focusing back on the road.

“Ty, he don't got practice today!” Another young man from the back – with a Brooklyn accent – said with a guffaw, “Yuh gotta be highuh than a fuckin' kite!” The entire car laughed, two extra voices joining in. “Ey, Jamal, pass it over to me!”

“Hey, are you sure that’s safe? You guys shouldn’t be getting high before you go to class.” This time around, the voice came from Flash Sentry; he was sandwiched between two people in the back of the car. “You could get in serious trouble.”

The man with the Brooklyn accent scoffed and turned to Flash, allowing him to see the full view of his black leather jacket, a red t-shirt underneath it. If he were to look lower, he’d spot that he sported a nice pair of blue jeans and his shoes just like Tyrone’s. Looking back up, his hair was a messy and rough black, and to finish his ‘bad boy’ look, his eyes were hidden with a pair of shades. “Hey, when ya ride wit' us, trouble is fixin' tuh happen.”

“Amen!” Said the last rider, who was a small white boy wearing the exact same fit as Steve Erkel.

“Amen!” The entire car sans Flash nodded their head simultaneously. The Wondercolt merely chuckled and bounced his leg with his hands folded together. The man next to him – the guy in leather – took notice.

“Yuh nervous, or what?” He asked with a shiny grin, Flash shook his head profusely.

“No! Not at all, Tommy, it’s just that I haven’t hung around you guys; I never knew you guys were so…” Flash didn’t even need to finish his sentence for everyone to understand.

“Yeah, we get that a lot,” The last guy spoke up again with a snort, “But hey, at least we’re cool.”

The man in leather raised a finger, “Hey, hey, hey! We’re not! We are not cool, okay?!” This brought the nerd to tilt his head in confusion as the Brooklyn Crook lowered his finger to point. “...We’re badass.”

“AYYY!” The car exploded in hype, and they all moved around, causing Flash to be ping-ponged between the boys in the back. Tyrone smiled at his boys and as he did, he turned a corner, revealing Canterlot High in the distance.

“We’re almost there, should we?” Tyrone raised an eyebrow, gazing into the rear-view mirror to look at Tommy.

The mad man gave him a nod, and rubbed his hands together deviously, “Hell fuckin’ yeah!” As the two of them grinned, Jamal couldn’t help but shake his head in annoyance, something that Flash picked up on.

“W–What? What’s happening? What’s gonna happen?!” Flash exclaimed, looking around the car, seeing a small smirk on each of their faces.

“Man, shut yo bitch ass up!” Tyrone scoffed and rolled down all the windows while raising the volume of the music at the same time. The car could now be heard blasting music from afar, and to help raise the deafening noise, the boys (excluding Flash) were singing along to the song that was playing.

As the car rolled into the students parking space, the students that were getting into the school were all looking at them with an agitated look. Flash couldn’t help but try and hide by shrinking himself from the view of the windows. The car finally stopped as it parked into the space, but the music didn’t, Tyrone opened the door and stepped out, the gang quickly following – Flash being the least eager of the bunch to get out and have his face be seen.

“This true rap shit right here!” Tyrone yelled to the passing students, throwing up a gang sign with a nod and sparkly teeth. The students either shook their heads or just nodded to the music. “Now up is down–!” Tyrone began to rap.

“Tyrone Smith!” A loud and stern voice cut through the music, and immediately, the boy turned to see Vice-Principal Luna standing across from him with her hands on her hip. “Turn that music off right this instant!” The students all stopped to look at him and his crew, causing Flash to nearly jump back in the car.

“...Aight,” The delinquent shrugged his shoulders and opened his car door to turn his car off. He locked the door with his keys afterwards and stepped away from it. With the music turned off with the car, the crew awkwardly stood around it. There was a long pregnant pause as Tyrone and Vice-Principal Luna locked eyes. “Fuck you looking at, bitch?” He thought, furrowing his brows.

The Vice-Principal tilted her head, “What did you just say?”

The moment she said this, shock was brought to Tyrone’s face, “Uh, fu– I mean… Nothing. I ain’t say nothing.” He shook his head, “Nope, not at all, y’all hear anything?” The entire crew shook their heads, especially Flash who looked like his head was spinning with how fast he was shaking it.

“Good.” She huffed, folding her arms under her chest, “Flash, Jamal, you two are Canterlot Wondercolts, I expect you two to act with some level of maturity; especially from you, Jamal. Don’t be like your brother, you’re better than that.”

Jamal gave a quick glance to his brother, who remained stone-faced. He didn’t have his eyes on Tyrone for long and returned his gaze to the Vice-Principal. “Yes, ma’am.” He nodded, Flash doing the same.

Returning the gesture, she glared at Tyrone and the other troublemakers, “Head to your classes, they start in twelve minutes.” And with an about face turn, she left Tyrone and his group behind. Some of the students sneaked in a few chuckles before they carried on.

Tyrone, meanwhile, merely stood there in silence with crossed arms. “Hey, man,” He turned to his brother who put a hand on his shoulder, “You ain’t all that bad.”

In response, Tyrone shook his head, starting his walk into the school. Jamal followed his brother and threw a gaze behind him to wave farewell to the others as they split off to head to their own classes. As the gang split, it left only Tyrone and Jamal walking through the doors of Canterlot High. “Nah, she's right, you shouldn’t be like me.” Tyrone assured as he put his hands in his pockets, but Jamal saw right through his facade.

“Ty, you ain’t gotta lie to me, I know it gets to you.” He tried to put a hand on his brother’s shoulder again, but he brushed the hand off.

“I’m good,” He shook his head, furrowing his brows. “I’m good.”

“You said that twice already.” Jamal pointed out, this made Tyrone pause and turn to his younger brother.

“Shut yo bitch ass up,” The sudden surge in his brother’s anger brought Jamal to cackle and clap his hands together. As he guffawed behind him, Tyrone moved down the hall, shooting everyone a glare as he strutted past them. Watching their sneaky snickers turn to fear from a mere look in their direction brought him nothing other than satisfaction. “Fuck them, fuck all of them, fuck those pussy ass bi–”

“YOINK!” The durag on top of his head was snatched off his head, exposing his waves. With fury in his eyes, Tyrone spun to catch the perpetrator and managed to catch a glimpse of his brother dashing past him with his durag in hand.

The rage in Tyrone’s eyes vanished as his brother sprinted off. Now, instead of a scowl, he wore a grin. “Oh, you little bitch! Give me my durag back!” He exclaimed and ran after Jamal leading to the younger of the two laughing giddily like a toddler.

“Gotta catch me first!”

Tyrone had gathered all of the boys – including Flash Sentry who surprisingly decided to come along. A large majority of them hung out near the car. Speaking of, Tommy leaned on the hood of Tyrone’s ride with his arms crossed, he was sucking on a lollipop and acted like it was a cigarette. Taking notice of this, Ryan – who was next to him – couldn’t help but try and mimic the Brook Crook with a lollypop of his own, and yet he still couldn’t hold a candle to the coolness that Tommy radiated.

Flash, on the other hand, hung out a few feet in front of the pair behind him. His hands found a resting place in the safety of his pockets. He watched as Tyrone paced from left to right in front of an exit in the school with his blue eyes on him like a bee on honey.

The main man, as previously mentioned, was pacing left to right in front of the exit. He looked down at his phone with the clock app open checking the time. He pressed the Overview button and switched over to texts, where he sent a message to his brother, urging him to hurry up. Once the message was sent, he paused in his pacing for a moment to see if ‘delivered’ changed to ‘read’ at all.

…It didn’t.

Tyrone clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, turning around to resume his pacing. “Damn, where is J at?” He huffed, gazing into his phone’s clock feature one more time before stuffing his device in his pocket.

“I doan know, must be takin' a big shit. Eh, Ryan?” Tommy tittered and nudged Ryan with his elbow lightly, but still, the scrawny dweeb winced.

“Yeah, must be.” He nodded and lifted his chin up so that his voice could reach Tyrone, “Sometimes when I take a big shit, I gotta put my phone down, you know what I mean?”

Tyrone turned to Ryan, pure disgust in his eyes. “No, I don’t, you fucking geek.” As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ryan gasped and held his heart.

“Hey, I’m a nerd, not a geek!” This brought a laugh out of Tommy. Frowning, he turned to him, “Hey, it’s not funny, there’s a difference! You see, geeks…” As Ryan rambled on to the bad boy, Flash walked up to Tyrone right as the delinquent paused in his pacing yet again.

“Hey, is everything good with your brother?” He inquired. Tyrone spun and gave him a glare, wanting to say something but he held himself back at the last second.

He took a long and deep exhale before he shook his head, “Nah, he hasn’t answered any of my texts or calls.” Anxiously, he put his phone back in his pockets and rubbed his hands togethers to warm them.

“Do you think he got in trouble with the Dean or the Principal?” Tyrone scoffed at Flash’s question and gave him a shake of his head.

“Nah, like the Vice said, he’s better than me, he wouldn’t get into any trouble. He’s a Wondercolt too,” Tyrone swung his arms and warmed up his shoulders as he walked towards the door leading to the halls of Canterlot High. “He’s taking too long; I’ll go looking for him myself.”

Flash outstretched a hand to stop Tyrone, but he was out of reach, “Wait, wait, wait! That’s breaking and entering!”

Tyrone rolled his eyes and didn’t bother giving Flash a glance. He reached the door within moments and grabbed the handle; it was then that he turned to the Wondercolt and gave him the finger before he twisted the door handle and pushed. To his surprise, the door did in fact open. “Shit, I thought I’d have to pick it,” He chuckled to himself in disbelief, “Aight, I’ll be back in a few.” As he opened the door, he took one last look at Flash and the others before heading inside.

Upon entering, he found that the halls were abandoned if not completely dead of life. There wasn’t even a janitor going from classroom-to-classroom cleaning. Not only was he alone, but the dead silence didn’t help either; well, it wasn’t complete silence. The lights were buzzing over his head and his feet were making loud thuds on the marble tile. It felt weird, what was normally a hall full of colorful students and conversation was now dead and lonely. He shook his head and continued walking, giving a quick scan to the doors and bathrooms as he passed by. He kept his hands in his pockets the whole time, fiddling around with the trash inside to keep his mind distracted from the fact that he was alone. He turned a corner in the hallway, and like the one he was walking down, the hallway that followed hadn't a soul wandering it.

Taking in a lungful of air, he pushed off his back foot and kept walking to scan this hall. He made the scan quick as the worry of him being caught by some kind of authority took over, he quickened his pace and made it to the end of the hall where it presented a fork in the road. One led to a hallway that looked like a copy and paste of the one he walked to get here, and the other was a dark, pitch-black hallway. The only light that could be seen in that hallway was all the way down towards the bathroom at the end of the hallway, but even still, the lights were flickering. Off and on, off and on.

For the longest few seconds that felt like hours, Tyrone stared down that hallway and shook his head slightly. "Nah, J couldn't be down there." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to dial his brother's number. As he pressed the digits and the call button, he heard distant and faint ringing; and it was coming from down the dark and shady hall.

Ring–ring–ring… Ring–ring–ring…

The ringing echoed off the vacant walls across the hall. He squinted his eyes to try and see if he could see something with the help of the flickering lights from the bathroom. With a bit of struggle, he managed to make out something on the ground in front of the bathroom.

Panic raced in Tyrone’s mind; “Did J get jumped?” That thought was quickly stuffed down, shaking his head. “Nah, nah, this school… It’s… It’s different.” He mumbled to himself as he turned the flashlight on his phone. “...He fell asleep, that’s all, his dumbass is passed out on a toilet seat. Has to be…” Once more, he pushed off his backfoot and began his tread down the abyss. With the flash being on, he felt a little bit safer and slightly more relaxed. His shoulders slumped an inch instead of being tight and stiff.

His foot slowly lifted up the ground and gently touched it, tipping and tapping his feet on the ground. Although his prowl was solitary, he felt a presence behind him, stalking him; watching him. Tyrone paused in his walk and quickly spun around, flashing the light down the direction of the hallway that held the most light, he expected to see a demon or a monster down the hall.

Nothing.

A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead; what if the monster was behind him again? He quickly spun back around and clenched his free hand tight, as if he was ready to swing. “Nah, nah, nah, fuck this…” Tyrone reached into his pockets with his left hand and pulled out a brass knuckle. Holding the knuckle in his hand, he put his phone sideways and up to his neck where he pushed his chin down on it to keep it in place as he put the brass knuckle on his left hand. When it was on, he grabbed his phone and put it back in his right hand.

He twisted his neck and popped it a few times, shaking his arms – his nerves – and finally continued walking. At all times, he kept his fist clenched, ready to strike at whoever or whatever jumped out. He was getting closer about ten feet away from the flickering lights. At this point, the light reached him and provided dim lighting for him, but he still kept his flash on. He dropped his phone down a little in front of him so that he could see what the thing could be he saw in front of the bathroom beforehand. Sticking his chin over his phone, he gazed down to see what looked like a watch.

Again, panic took a fine grip on his heart as he looked up from the watch and into the flickering bathroom. Tyrone took a small step forward, one tiny tap at a time, he made it within a few inches of the watch. He adjusted the brass knuckles on his left hand by itself and stuck his index finger and thumb out, taking after a crab. Again, as he prepared himself to snatch the watch from the ground, he looked over his shoulder with the flash on his phone to glance behind him. There wasn't anything there much to Tyrone’s relief. He turned back around and peered down at the watch, his knees bending a little.

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me,” He muttered under his breath before quickly bending down and snatching the watch with his fingers and shooting back up. He spun around to try and catch someone sneaking up on him, yet once again, there was nobody. Tyrone let out a deep exhale and inspected the watch in his hand. There might be a crack on it, but it was without a doubt Jamal’s watch. For a while, he froze and stared at the watch, his mind lost in thought. He peeped up from the watch and into the bathroom. The bathroom was without a door and had an open arch that showed two signs: men on the left and women on the right. Yet, both lights flickered.

Shoving the watch in his pocket, he walked past the arch and inside the flickering bathroom. Slowly, he inspected each of the paths, turning his head right and seeing it appearing normal. Turning left, he saw a slight crack on the wall and heard water from the sink. He wanted to call out for his brother, but he tensed up. “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me,” He repeated softly under his breath, walking over towards the crack before turning around the corner of the room to finally gaze into the men’s bathroom.

Tyrone dropped his phone, letting it clatter on the floor.

The bathroom was in mayhem, the stalls were broken as if it was knocked over like dominos. The toilets were shattered to bits and the sinks were gushing out water like small geysers, if that wasn’t enough to give him unease, it was the claw markings on the walls almost like a grizzly bear wreaked havoc inside of the bathroom. As he scanned the walls, his gaze went over to the shattered mirrors, how he hadn’t noticed that with the broken sinks was a mystery to him.

The lights flickered and brought Tyrone to get into a fighting stance and look up at the lights. When he saw the ceiling, he slumped his shoulders and dropped his hands. There was a plethora of spider webs over his head. The webs weren’t small, no, they were big and spread all over the ceiling. The giant webs also had sacks of smaller webs as well, he froze as he realized what it was.

“...Spider eggs.” He shook, his voice trembling as he looked back down from the ceiling to pretend it wasn’t there. As his gaze fell from the ceiling, it quickly landed on a giant mass of webs at the end of the bathroom, placed on the floor, and strangely, it looked human sized. Human. Sized.

Tyrone shook his head and quickly ran over to the human sized web, his feet thudding on the ground. He was at its side in a moment, muttering and mumbling; “No, no, no, no, no…” He grabbed hold of where the head should be and clenched the silk tight. With all his strength, he pulled and pulled but it was no use, it couldn’t be broken. He swore and turned left to right to find a shard of the mirrors, luckily, he found one in reach and seized the shard in his grip. Now, with one hand, he pulled the webs a distance away from the head and began cutting with the shard. Back and forth, back and forth, did his hand go before the web broke off and made a hole. He dropped the shard and put his fingers into the hole he made with the knife, and with a mighty pull, the hole grew, and he saw…

…His brother.

His eyes were dead of life and his head limped to the side, showing Tyrone a giant spider bite that left two nasty holes in the side of his neck. Tyrone’s hands were shaking so much, his brass knuckles came off. He held his brother’s head to set it upright. He felt his brother’s cold skin and gazed into his faded brown eyes.

“...J…?”