A Taste of Chaos to Come

There were steaks in the fridge. Only eight though, amounting to the same number of original occupants who had come to stay in the cabin at the start of Spring Break. By Gavin’s count, there were now twelve in the cabin, with Jennifer agreeing to stay for dinner, and possibly more if Zack returned. That would mean that some people would have to share. Instead, Brandon convinced the other three men to grill the pork chops instead, of which there were nearly twenty. When questioned about the disproportionate amount of pork, Kurt told them that one of Frida’s specialties, of which there were many, was apple honey glazed chops, served with garlic butter diced potatoes and grilled salted asparagus. The description got all of their mouths watering, and they quickly agreed that, even if they couldn’t replicate that dish, they were all now in the mood for pork.

While Gavin and Trent stayed up top to get the grill hot, Brandon and Kurt ventured back downstairs, beneath the decking, in search of a generator. A narrow path had been cleared through the amassed clutter, the potential usefulness of most long forgotten, and without the air mattress they’d retrieved on their last foray into the small storage room it was now much easier to survey the land of stacked junk. Yet, as it always is with these things, what they wanted seemed to be buried in the most unreachable place.

“Are you sure there’s a generator down here?” Brandon asked, looking around himself again.

“Yeah, last time me and mum were here with Aunt Brooke and Heather, we took it down to the lake,” Kurt confirmed as he squeezed deeper through the jumble. “I remember having to help carry it.”

“Is that what these gas canisters are for”? Brandon pointed when Kurt looked over.

“No, those are for the stove in the kitchen. They install gas in the cabins rather than electricity because, out here, they’re subject to more power cuts than in town.” Kurt explained and bend down. “Or so I’m told. It’s never happened when I’ve been here, but Robert said there’s been times when just a strong gale has cut the power off for a few hours. No, the generator uses this.”

He rose with a large unmarked jar with dark smudges around the mouth and the handle, the lid removed so that Brandon could smell the strong, heavy aroma of diesel.

“So, we’ve got the fuel,” Brandon noted after a deep inhale. He wasn’t much for cars or machinery, but the powerful scent of the oil made even him, with all his muscles, feel just a little more manly. “All we need is the machine to take it.”

“I think…” Kurt began, letting his voice trail off as he lowered the jar and screwed on the lid. Then, he moved towards the back of the small room, where several cardboard boxes weighed down a tarp covering rectangular. “Gimme a sec.”

Grabbing a box, Kurt shifted the obstacles onto another square-ish heap to his side, obstructing another item that someone else might need some day. As far as the blonde teen was concerned though, that was also someone else’s problem. There were only a few boxes, but some of them were heavy and had to carried gently to keep the bottom from falling out. Behind him Brandon was of no help, hovering aimlessly, though the narrow path meant that he’d be in the way if he got much closer.

In the small windowless room, in the height of Spring heat, Kurt was beginning to sweat. He was glad to see the last box out of the way so that he could finally grab the tarp and unveil the prize for all of his hard work. Just as he prepared to dramatically cast off the covering, a clatter behind him made him turn. Brandon was standing stiffly, red faced and sheepish, obviously having been poking around in his boredom. Frowning at the brief distraction, Kurt was about to return to the unveiling when the glint of gold on the floor caught his eye.

As he took two steps closer, he saw what Brandon had knocked over; a small rectangular box, adorned with ornate decorations that had faded over many years. The craftsmanship was impressive, or it would be were it not laying open on the filthy storage room floor. Beside it, a few gold coins too lay in the dust and dirt. But the picture was not complete Kurt quickly realized; something was missing.

“That box!” The blonde’s blue eyes moved up to Brandon’s face again, who remained dumbstruck. “Don’t you remember what was in that box?”

“Uh…no?” Brandon shrugged. “There’s a lot of boxes in here.”

“But this box…” Kurt dropped to his knees and lifted the container, looking underneath for what it had once contained, and, when he didn’t find it, swept his gaze under the nearby shelves. Growing frustrated, both at not finding it, and at Brandon’s indifference, he asked more pointedly.

“Brandon, where’s the gun?!”

“AHA! I knew it was here somewhere.”

Heather Ravers straightened up and backed out of the closet, holding triumphantly in her hand a clear, unmarked square case. It had taken several minutes to dig it out from underneath the board games and find it amongst the other forgotten, now unused CDs. Not that anyone minded waiting really, when the waiting meant watching the taut, beautiful figure of the raven haired heiress bent over and wriggling incessantly in her search. Leon, as the lone male in the room, still resting his leg, had a unique appreciation for her body, which he could only describe as being like a goddess, the kind of body that men fantasize about when they picture the perfect woman.

The women in the room too found the spectacle appealing. Victoria had never really been into girls, but even she could admit that Heather’s body put all others to shame. The type of body the men used to carve into statues so that they’d never forget. Ashley, Madison and Amber were used to this by now, being exposed to this kind of beauty at every cheerleading practice. For some of the smaller chested girls found it disheartening to think that some men may never look at them like the attention Heather got but, in that room, only Chloe could match her in that department.

Chloe, who was once so shy she skipped last Winter’s formal and missed the Dark Wolves entirely, now imagined the attention she got from modelling and the confidence she’d gained on this trip. Once upon a time, she might only have saw her own flaws reflected back at her by Heather’s sexy body, but now, she had only respect for Heather’s beauty. She thought of how hot the pictures would be if Heather would model with her like Pietra. Maybe her top would come off again...and Heather’s would follow…and soon Chloe’s thoughts went south, curious whether the wealth and power of the Ravers’ girl would make the valley between her thighs taste any sweeter.

She wasn’t alone, however. Jennifer White felt flush at the sight of the teen wiggling in her search, her ass swaying back and forth, tempting the sex-starved Ranger. It was wholly unprofessional, and as the singular adult in the room she should know better. But those were just words she told herself to keep from dragging the girl deeper into the closet and finally releasing months of tension. Rubbing the sweat from her forehead, she acknowledged to herself that she needed to get laid, and soon, before she really lost control. It had almost happened back at Shawn’s apartment, and now, here, in front of all these people, it was on the verge of happening again.

Before it could happen, Heather rose out of the closet and held the clear CD case high above her head. Although nothing was written on the case itself, inside the casing the disc itself was plainly visible, and inscribed in permanent marker with the words ‘DARK WOLVES’. Jennifer, Chloe and Leon had never heard the group first-hand, and absent-minded Amber had completely forgotten.

“I knew I had it somewhere,” Heather boasted.

“A CD?” Victoria laughed. “Do you even have anything to play that on?”

“Yeah, my laptop doesn’t even have a disc drive anymore,” Madison noted thoughtfully.

“At the risk of sounding my age, I really hate that everything needs to be downloaded nowadays,” Jennifer lamented. “There was something just so satisfying and permanent about having it physically in your hand. Now it’s all licences and subscriptions.”

“Sounding your age?!” Heather balked. “You’re not much older than us. I bet anyone that didn’t know any better wouldn’t be able to tell your age apart from ours.”

“Maybe we should take her out to Toxic tonight and see if she gets carded,” Ashley joked.

“That’s very flattering, but there’s no way I look young enough to still be a teenager,” she said with a sigh, while her eyes moved over Heather’s tight, youthful body once again. “Besides I can’t go out tonight. I have working in the morning.”

“And we can’t go because Brandon promised to play a game with me,” Amber whined like a child. “Or maybe you can all go and leave the two of us alone.”

“Fat chance,” Heather said, who wanted a cabin to come home to. Turning again to Jennifer, she said, “You’ll hang with us tonight though, right? After dinner, I mean? It’s been so long, and we haven’t had any time to catch up.”

“Yeah, so long as I don’t drink, I can do that,” Jennifer agreed. “I’ll just need to call in to let them know I’m going off-duty and won’t be back at the station.”

“Great,” Heather exclaimed, as she walked across the room towards the sound system beside the television. “Well, thankfully my dad was born before the millennium, so he still has a stereo with a working CD player.”

Voices can be heard talking over guitar intro, gradually fading as the microphone whined and the drums came in, building together for a dozen seconds before the voice sang.

Girlfriend

I don’t have that

So I turn to…

The Internet

The drums and guitars filled a brief pause in the first verse, allowing those words to sink in, while the teens and Jennifer all listened, some for the first time, some being reminded of the good times at last year’s Winter Formal.

Your Shit

In the background, Hugo echoed Luke’s line, growling the words though he doesn’t sound particularly angry.

Yeah, I found it

And I love you

In that outfit

The instruments cut back, only coming in to emphasize a coming line as the track began to build towards the chorus.

Bump Bump

Your face is so fine

Bump Bump

Your body’s a ten

Bump Bump

I’m probably less

As the guitars and drums came back in full ****, Hugo can again be heard in the background, adding, with some indignation

Maybe like a seven with the right filter…

The words, along with the music, came fast and loose then, a kind of **** urgency that matched the singer’s own lack of control, lust bubbling over into pure uninhibited thought.

I wanna see a picture of your situation

I’m afraid that I’m just another victim of a generation

It’s a part of me, it’s vanity, and honestly, I can’t shake it

I wanna see you naked

I wanna treat you like a-

The urgency ended abruptly, like someone realizing they’ve gone too far, and Luke returned to his first, original statement, both attempting to disguise his raw emotional need and justify it by making an emotional connection, that, in the end, seemed more like delusion.

Girlfriend

A companion

And I feel you

But it’s my hand

Hugo laughed in the background

Woman

I’m creepin’

Hugo repeated the line.

I don’t know you

In person

While the song continues, Jennifer looked to Heather with surprise.

“They really let them sing this at the school dance?”

With a sly smile, Heather shrugged and explained, “I guess they didn’t really listen to the words. To the principal it was probably just noise. But I’m surprised the dance committee had the balls to try and slip them through.”

“I’m not,” Victoria interjected. “Some of the girls on that committee are really big Dark Wolves fans. They’ve been trying for some time to get permission to hire the band themselves. The faculty must have finally caved.”

“The lyrics are fun, but the music is actually kind of tame,” Madison remembered. “Some of their other stuff was way heavier. I heard more complaints from teachers about that than the actual words.”

“Actually I think there is another song on the disc,” Heather said, leaning over to inspect the stereo, causing her large breasts to fill out her top even more, while everyone behind her were treated to the spectacle of her firm, round ass in her jeans.

“What? You gotta flip it over to the b-side,” Ashley teased.

“No, it’s just a very amateur-ly made CD, so I can’t just skip to the next track,” Heather chuckled and elaborated, her butt swaying from side to side again as she thoughtfully searched for the skip button.

Her ears prickled, hearing a shout coming from the kitchen area.

“Guys!”

She straightened up and looked over her shoulder, towards the door, along with everyone else, sharing in their confusion.

“GUYS!”

The cry came again, closer this time, accompanied by the pounding of footsteps. Seconds later the door swung open, and Kurt practically threw himself into the room and looked around at all the worried face, almost angry that they didn’t already realize something was wrong. Behind him, Gavin, Trent and Brandon all looked equally bewildered. Immediately, Heather took command of the situation, striding across the room to stand in front of her cousin, between him and the others.

“Calm down and tell us what the problem is,” she said firmly.

“The gun,” he inhaled deep, as if just saying the word had winded him, although it was more likely from the run up the steps, across the deck and the through kitchen in record timing. “The gun is missing.”