The gang and I have just arrived at Tolkien's. Jake said he was going to go trick or treating with his mates and would call me if he needed anything.
I'm so glad he managed to make friends, his group has actually done a group costume. Jake is the Eleventh Doctor, the guy he likes is River Song, the girl of the group is Amy Pond and her boyfriend is Rory Williams.
As for our group, we've all gone as Spiderpeople. We made our own Spider-sonas, it was a super fun project and I think we look awesome.
Tolkien's house is a damn mansion, no wonder he hosts all the parties. Walking inside it felt odd not taking my shoes off in a house this damn nice, but Tolkien insisted that it's fine to leave shoes on.
Music is blasting, drinks are everywhere and I'm not one hundred percent certain they're non-alcoholic so I'm going to stick to water for tonight. I can't be drunk or high as Jake might call me.
"Hey Y/n!" Tweek exclaims, pulling me aside to chat with him and Craig. Tweek is dressed as Aziraphale and Craig is dressed as Crowley from the Good Omens.
"Hey guys! Killer costumes!" We chat for a while about random shit, how crazy it is our sports teacher is a pedo, when the boxing season starts, ranting about the homophobia and transphobia spewed in our faces from random students, etc. We don't get to chat very often with Stan and Craig hating each other and all, but it's always a good time when we do chat.
"Spin the bottle truth or dare!" Clyde exclaims from the middle of the living room, an empty beer bottle in his hand. I go to decline but Tweek already has my arm in his grasp, pulling me over to the steadily growing circle.
"Kyle, Y/n is playing! Why the fuck aren't you?!" Cartman complains as he sees me being forcefully shoved into the circle. Okay, that sounds over dramatic it was more like a gentle "you're doing this" kind of shove.
"Y/n doesn't want to, he's just a push over." Kyle replies, I gasp in fake offense "Fuck you, get in the circle before I pull you in." Kyle rolls his eyes and begrudgingly sits next to me.
Clyde starts first, the bottle lands on Tolkien who's next to Clyde. "Dare." Tolkien states as he sees the bottle land on him, Clyde smiles mischievously. "I dare you to... Go outside and scream 'Fuck you Jerry'! As loud as you can."
Tolkien sighs, "Again? People are going to think I have a vendetta against someone called Jerry. I don't even know a Jerry." Clyde just laughs in response, signalling to Tolkien he has to do it. When Tolkien completes his dare he spins the bottle and it lands on Wendy.
This goes for a while until Kenny spins the bottle and it lands on me. He has a smile on his face that screams, "I'm about to ruin this man's night"
"Truth or Dare?" Kenny asks and knowing him he'd likely ask a question that's way too damn personal or embarrassing, but his Dare could be worse... "Dare." I reply, taking the risk. His smile grows and I immediately regret my decision.
"So, you like doing random choreography as a form of exercise right? Well... I heard that you tend to do songs you find amusing-"
I gasp, "Leo?!" Leo looks at me, trying to stifle his laughter, "I'm sorry! But the dance to "Sexy back" was so funny! I had to tell someone!" I shake my head in fake disbelief, "what else did you tell him?"
"He told me you know a dance to WAP." I look at Leo with wide eyes, "YOU TOLD HIM?! No one was supposed to know that! You weren't even supposed to know that!"
People in the circle begin to laugh and I hide my face in my hands, knowing full well it's probably bright red. "Before anyone asks I only did it because it's a good workout. No one was supposed to know!"
"I dare you to do the dance." Kenny states, but I already guessed he was going to say that. The choreographed dance I learnt was by Yumeki on the 1MILLION Dance Studio channel.
Sighing I get up, the circle of people begin to cheer when my phone rings. Grabbing it I'm about to hang up when I see who the contact is, "The other Adopted one" lights up my phone screen. "Give me a second, Jake is calling me." The group boos me but I just smile and shake my head in response as I leave the room to answer the call.
"Hey Jakey, what's up?" I ask, but I'm not met with his usually cheerful tone. "Y/n, I need you to pick me up at 82 Downyard street. Please." His voice is panicked, scared.
"I'm on my way kiddo. Hold on." I hang up the phone and rush back to the circle to grab my jacket, "I need to go. Jake's in trouble." My voice is panicked as I desperately try to find my keys.
"What happened?" Kenny asks, making me feel more frustrated as I can't find my keys. "I don't know! Fuck! Where are my keys!" I exclaim, worry beginning to drown me. I don't know what's wrong but Jake needs me and I can't find my fucking keys.
"Y/n, you need to calm down. Your keys are in the front pocket of your pants." Kenny gently takes the keys from my pocket and places them in my hand. "Drive carefully, you can't help him if you crash the car."
Kenny's voice is soft and calming, a tone he rarely takes but it's comforting. "Right, I'll be careful. Thank you." I wave a quick goodbye before running to my car, swinging the door open and placing the keys in the ignition before shutting the door and putting my seatbelt on.
I do the speed limit as best as I can but I can't help going a mile or two over. I'm careful to follow the road rules and not run over pedestrians but everything feels so slow. I need to get to Jake.
In about eight minutes, which felt like hours, I got to the address Jake had told me. He's sitting on the steps of the house, a blanket around him and cops everywhere.
Putting the car in park I jump out and run over to Jake, "Jake! Kiddo are you alright?!" I exclaim, embracing the smaller boy in my arms. He melts into me, a ball of tears and fear. "What happened?" I ask the police officers around me, they look at me with concern.
"Two drunk adults were sexually harassing the girl in the group, the boys called us in secret and were told to stay back but when one of the men grabbed the girl your brother stepped up. He tried to fight them and luckily the lights and sirens scared the drunks off. Jake doesn't have any serious physical injuries but he may need help for the mental pain he would have gotten from the experience." The cop explains, but I notice that the drunks in question aren't anywhere.
"Did you get the guys?" I ask and the cop shakes his head, "our focus was on ensuring the kids get home safely. We didn't have time to chase the perpetrators down."
I sigh, gently picking Jake up and taking him to the car. I'll need to try and get information out of Jake. If the police won't do anything. I will.
"So..." I start as I put the car into drive and start down the road, "what did they look like?" I know asking point blank isn't the best idea but I need the information.
"Why? It's not like it matters." Jake replies solemnly, "Of course it matters, there's still kids trick or treating tonight Jake. It's not safe having those two jerks still out and about."
Jake remains silent for a moment before eventually giving in and explaining what they look in as much detail as he can, "thank you for telling me. I'll head down to the police station after dropping you home and let them know, okay?" Jake nods as I place the car in to park.
We both leave the car and head into the house where Jake immediately goes over to Mum and Dad to talk to them about what happened and find the comfort and safety he desperately needs.
Meanwhile I head up to my room and change into my disguise, I need to beat those assholes up before they make it home. I swiftly leave the house and make my way to the local bar. The area they attacked Jake is only three minutes away from our place, so the local bar is the best place to look.
I get to the bar and see two people in the alleyway, careful to keep myself out of sight I observe the two people and find they meet Jake's descriptions exactly. They're tall, heavy blokes with stubble. Jake also mentioned they smelt like cigarettes and they're currently smoking.
I make my way into the alleyway, "Hello boys." I coo, making sure my voice is higher than I typically speak. They both look at me and immediately put out their cigarettes, I have their full attention.
"Well hello there, what can we do you for?" The taller of the two asks suggestively, "Well, I heard you two like to sexually harass young girls and beat up kids who try to stand up to you. So, I'm here to correct that."
They look at me with confused expressions, "what? Have you been watching us all night? Look, we didn't know she was underaged-"
"That doesn't make it acceptable. You can't sexually harass people. End of story. I don't care how old they are." The two of them give each other a look, "oh? How are you going to stop us?" They ask darkly, they want to do far worse to me than harassment. Little do they know, I want to do far worse to them then just a beating.
The shorter one grabs me and that's my cue to fuck shit up. I punch him in the stomach and upper cut his jaw, the other bloke goes for my throat but I grab my knife and use the blunt side to slam into his jaw.
The shorter one gets up again and I round house kick him in the face, followed by a swift kick to the groin. The taller one charges at me and slams me into the wall, I use my knife to create a shallow cut to his face followed by a slightly deeper one on his arm.
"AGH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He exclaims and goes to punch me, but I grab his fist, spin him round so his back slams against the wall and put my knife to his throat.
"If I hear even a whisper that either of you two harassed a minor again I'll cut off your testicles and watch as you bleed to death." As the taller man gulps my knife creates a small cut against his throat.
"Y-yes ma'am." He chokes as he tries to hold back tears. I pull my knife away and knee him in the groin for good measure. He falls to the ground in pain, too scared to get back up again.
This is... Way more fun than I expected. Maybe being a vigilante can be my new hobby?