Cocaine Carnage

"Can you believe it's been two years since we wore those stupid caps and gowns?" Daniel mused, his voice tinged with disbelief as he reflected on the rapid passage of time since their high school graduation.

Jake, flashing his notorious grin, shot back, "Yeah, time flies when you're having fun. Speaking of fun, James just hit me up. He's got some coke and he's throwing a bash. Tonight could get wild."

But at the mention of James, one of their pals quickly checked out. "Nah, dude. James is too shady for my liking," he grumbled, swiftly turning his back on them and making his way off the dimly lit baseball field, the glow from the nearby streetlights casting long shadows.

As his friend's figure disappeared into the inky darkness, Jake couldn't hide his frustration. "Jeez, that guy has been acting like he's carrying the world on his shoulders ever since graduation," he grumbled, shaking his head in disapproval.

Daniel, the quintessential thrill-seeker, merely shrugged off their friend's exit. "Well, more fun for us, right? I was afraid this night was going to be another bore-fest." He practically buzzed with anticipation.

As they hopped into Jake's well-worn car and started toward James's place, the pulsating beat of the music from the stereo was abruptly lowered. "You don't think James is...I don't know...sketchy?" Jake asked, an edge of uncertainty to his voice. "He would test the coke before giving it to us, wouldn't he?"

Daniel slouched in the passenger seat and looked unbothered by Jake's question. "Seriously, dude? After all the crap I deal with in community college, I just want to let loose tonight. If you want to chicken out, be my guest," he retorted, his casual indifference a stark contrast to Jake's evident concern.

Jake, feeling like a total idiot, blasted the tunes again as they rocked up to James's gaff. The party was raging, teeming with scantily clad girls and enough booze to sink a ship.

"I'm gonna stash my wheels over there, don't need some drunk asshole puking on it and—" Jake's words got swallowed up in the night air as Daniel, eager to dive headfirst into the debauchery, bolted from the car, "See ya inside, ya pansy!"

Jake let out a sigh, parking his car a safe distance away. As he trudged over to the madness, James slithered up beside him. "Got some primo shit here, mate. Direct import from Mexico. It's the fucking bomb," James said, his eyes glinting with an unholy excitement.

Recalling Daniel's brazen indifference, Jake decided he didn't want to seem like a chicken-shit in front of James either. "Hell yeah! Let's go ape-shit tonight!" he agreed, his heart racing at the prospect of his inaugural cocaine voyage.

James slapped him on the back, "Atta boy! Let's find that horndog Daniel and we'll head to my room." He spotted Daniel on the other side of the pool, already chatting up some bikini-clad hotties.

As they weaved through the raucous crowd toward James's room, Daniel couldn't suppress his nagging curiosity. "How the hell did you manage to smuggle snow from Mexico, dude?" He hollered over the pulsating music.

"Got my connections, dude. I'm no two-bit hustler," James replied with a cocky smirk. Once inside his room, he unzipped a duffle bag, "Check out the haul," he whispered, revealing what looked like a shit-ton of cocaine.

Jake and Daniel could only gawk at the sight, as James casually began preparing lines on a glass table. After a few heart-stopping moments, Daniel found his voice, "Jesus fucking Christ, James! This stuff's worth at least a quarter-mil! What the fuck are you into?"

James merely shrugged off their apprehension. "Like I told you, I got peeps. Are we gonna stand here jerking around or get our brains blown to Mars?" Without waiting for a response, he bent down and vacuumed a line off the glass table.

"Shit, if I flatline 'cause this blow is spiked with some bullshit, at least James will bite the dust with me," Jake blurted out recklessly, wasting no time in burying his face in his own line. Daniel, eyes wide, quickly mirrored his actions, his earlier bravado replaced by a mix of excitement and trepidation.

James looked stung by Jake's nonchalant comment. "I wouldn't fuck you guys over! You're my dipshit buddies, aren't you?" He retorted, his tone defensive but also oddly endearing.

Amped up on adrenaline and cocaine, they barrelled back into the party, doling out bumps to the eager crowd. The potent powder quickly worked its magic, lighting up the room with euphoric chaos, while the monstrous stash hidden upstairs remained their little secret.

Their hedonistic revelry was brutally interrupted when a menacing black sedan rolled up to the curb. A crew of stone-faced Latinos, looking like they'd just walked off the set of a gangster movie, exited the car and headed for James's house. An overconfident party-goer tried to play bouncer. "This ain't a public gig, hombres. Time to take a hike."

His bravado was rewarded with a bullet to the leg, courtesy of a Latino who hadn't even broken stride. As the kid crumpled, his screams reverberating above the music, chaos exploded.

The trio, watching the horror unfold from the safety of an upstairs window, were frozen in shock until James snapped. "We gotta split, now! If you want to see another sunrise, move your fucking asses!" He bellowed, grabbing Jake and Daniel, and hurtling towards the back exit.

"James, what in the actual fuck?" Jake spat, his voice seething with fury.

As the intimidating group of Latinos strode up to the front door, their leader drawled nonchalantly, "If you idiots don't wanna end up like that poor bastard over there, best tell me where the James is." A symphony of guns cocked in unison as they aimed threateningly at the horrified partygoers, setting off a wave of desperate cries.

"Holy shit!" A teen stammered in terror, only to be met with a brutal pistol whip to the face.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS JAMES!" The gang boss's patience was threadbare.

"Boss, found the coke. Still in good nick. Maybe we should just split, these are just kids," one of the gang members offered, hoisting up the duffle bag for effect.

"Hell no. Don't care if they're fucking toddlers, we send a message loud and clear. No one messes with us. Hunt down James and his little helpers and I'll take care of the rest," the gang boss declared ominously.

"Better make it snappy, cops will be here any minute," another henchman advised, rounding the corner of the house, escorting a visibly petrified James, Daniel, and Jake at gunpoint.

"Smart thinking, having that second car patrol the other side. Good job," the gang boss lauded, a satisfied smirk dancing on his lips

"Leave them out of this!" James blurted out, his words slurred from the cocktail of fear and drugs, "It's all on me! Just fucking do what you need to do with me!"

The gang leader, an icy stillness around him, gave a brisk nod of affirmation, "Alright." With ruthless efficiency, he raised his firearm, the moonlight glinting off its deadly sheen. In a fraction of a heartbeat, the tranquil silence of the night was torn apart by the brutal staccato of a gunshot.

James, wide-eyed and frozen, barely had a chance to process the situation before his body violently recoiled from the shot. His life snuffed out with merciless abruptness, the spark in his eyes dimming instantly and permanently. The lifeless thud of his body hitting the ground echoed hauntingly in the hushed night, a grotesque mockery of the youthful energy he once radiated. A spray of crimson splattered onto Daniel and Jake, warm droplets of their friend's life force marking their faces.

Jake's mind reeled from the shocking spectacle, his primal instincts screaming for survival but his body was paralyzed by abject terror. He let out a shrill scream, his voice shredding the dreadful silence that had descended. "Oh my fucking God!!! Shit! Shit! Shit!" The raw panic in his voice was palpable, and as tears carved paths through the grime and blood on his face, his fear-stricken features twisted into a mask of horror.

As Jake's pleas reverberated through the crisp night air, the gang leader shifted his frosty gaze toward him. "Shut the hell up," he commanded with a disturbing calm. The words, laden with lethal intent, had barely dissipated when another shot rang out, a gunshot punctuating the horrifying symphony of the night.

The bullet found its mark with unerring precision, and Jake's scream was cut off mid-crescendo. His life extinguished as suddenly as James's, his body fell in a lifeless heap, joining his friend in their shared, gruesome fate. The violence of the act sent another spray of blood, this time Jake's, into the terrified faces of the remaining witnesses, the gore a grim reminder of their precarious existence in this blood-chilling tableau.

…

As his consciousness resurfaced, Jake could feel a strange disconnect from his body. A chilling thought gripped him, "Why can I still think? God, I feel so weak...and small?" The sensation was alarming. A feeling of languid exhaustion permeated his being, but he fought the urge to sink back into oblivion, forcing his eyes open.

His vision swam into focus revealing an unexpected sight. He was in a cramp-filled, dimly lit room, laden with slumbering children. The scene felt bizarrely outlandish, a stark departure from the traumatic bloodshed he last recalled. Glancing down at his own body, a wave of shock almost winded him. He was gazing at the small, delicate hands of a child.

"Is this some kind of joke? Did I die and get reincarnated? Is that what this is?" Jake murmured in disbelief, a knot of anxiety forming in his stomach. His silent dread was shattered by a shrill yell echoing throughout the room.

"What on earth? Where am I?" The voice was unmistakably that of a boy, sharp with surprise and fear. The sudden outcry stirred the other children from their sleep, their dazed expressions mirroring Jake's own bewilderment.

"James? Daniel? Please tell me it's one of you guys," Jake whispered, his voice trembling with a desperate hope for familiarity in this bewildering scenario.

"Jake? Is that really you? I...I think it's me, James." The recognition was undeniable - it was James, his tone laden with the same strain of disbelief that gripped Jake.

A gaunt girl, her eyes hollow with fatigue and her frame thin from malnutrition, chimed in wearily, "Can you stop making a fuss and go back to sleep? We've got a hard day of fieldwork tomorrow."

"Right...sorry," Jake managed, lying back down. His words seemed to calm the others, who settled back down, their tiny frames curling up in a protective pose.

A soft whisper wafted across the room, "Guys, I'm here too. It's me, Daniel. What the heck are we going to do?"

Jake's mind raced, 'So, it seems we've all been reincarnated? But where? What kind of strange world is this?' As if in response to his thoughts, a voice echoed in his head, Welcome to the world of Xenthar.

His brow furrowed in confusion as the voice continued, 'Activating stats and allocating points where necessary.'

Text began to materialize before his eyes, a spectral display of information that only he could see, hinting at the beginning of a strange new existence.