Ethan rests on the bus, his hair covered by a towel, and the team doctor examines Parker's calf.
Ethan looks at his phone, about to go on KickLine, until he notices a notification from an unknown number.
Unknown: You don't have to know me,
Ethan, but it has been so long.
Ethan: Who is this?
Unknown: Ethan, I thought you were dead until I saw you in a video. I am proud of you, bro.
He gets an odd feeling about this random number, and he sheds a tear for some reason.
Ethan: Thank you for being a fan.
Unknown: Of course, Ethan.
He looks down at his phone, scared yet, as he looks down at the black screen.
His mind wants answers, but something isn't right.
Deshawn then sits right next to him then says proudly, "Dude that shit was amazing, we might have a chance to win this!"
Ethan then looks at him, surprised then asks, "Are you being dead ass, after what I did and you still believe we have a chance to lose, I mean no offense Deshawn, but I came here not just to win but to ruin pathetic players who think they are good."
Deshawn gets a little annoyed but contemplates in his words, then asks, "What if we do lose, what would happen to your certain victory motivation?"
Ethan sighs, then says in a cocky tone, "Just because they might have better genetics than me, better physique, or better stats I will out see their plays no matter what."
'Something is not right. Why is he acting like this just because he won?' Deshawn then pats his head, then says, "Listen, Ethan, I understand when I got my first goal and victory, I felt like this too, but trust me, you need us too."
The only thing that is on Ethan's mind is his sister and how to improve.
The bus finally pulls up to the headquarters, and each player and coach gets off the bus. Ethan stands up and sees the coach approach him.
He looks confused then the coach gives him the game ball then says confidently, "Ethan you crazy fucker, if you can keep doing that, we can get our trophy."
He pats Ethan on the back as they both walk out of the bus. Ethan's eyes go blurry as he walks with the coach.
His body almost gives out with each step. His breath grows heavy.
The coach finally steps out of the bus, and his body aches.
He doesn't understand why it hurts this much.
Ethan's vision fluctuates as he tries walking down the bus's stairs. He almost stumbles but manages to get down.
Parker wraps Ethan's arm around his shoulder, then says, "You still owe me food, Ethan. I want my food."
Ethan wakes up in a bed.
He looks around the room. It is a medical room, and it is cool. The smell of sweat, grass, and sterilization burns Ethan's nose. The lights hurt his strained eyes. His shoes and socks were taken off.
The silence was ruined by the team doctor walking toward his bed.
Dr. Leila Bennani is a Moroccan woman who likes to hide in her office or quickly treat the team so she can be alone.
"Listen, Ethan, I will help you, so you get back in training and I can be alone watching my shows again." She says while taking a penlight to observe his eyes.
As the click of the light turns on.
Leila breathed through a mask as she got close to Ethan. His breath held still as his red pupil shrank.
Ethan felt a little uncomfortable as she took her time looking.
Leila saw something after she saw a tear form on Ethan's eye—a thin red line of blood under his iris.
She turns off the light and backs away, getting a clipboard to write down what she saw. "Ethan, you might've popped a vessel, luckily it is small and is not serious, it should be healed by the next game."
She says, getting a chair to sit next to him.
She takes an ice rod and gently applies pressure to Ethan's thigh. His thigh visibly spasmed and tensed. His skin tightens to the cold pressure. Ethan puts his hand into his mouth, almost biting down.
She takes the ice rod away and says, "You will be resting here for the rest of the day, maybe tomorrow, your body is too strained and hurt to even stand."
Parker is outside the headquarters on the phone and asks, "I need you for old time's sake to give me the location of a person, they pissed me off."
The person on the other side answered with the static of the phone, "Hey, listen man, you can't just disappear and suspect I would follow you again."
Parker almost cuts him off, then says, "I will give a grand or two."
"Got it, boss, I will find the person. What is his name?" he says ecstatically.
"Jordan Whitmore, don't ask why, but the money will be sent now." Parker says as he goes through old websites that don't look legal and send the money by online coin.
Parker was given the location by an unknown email.
He stands up and gets his keys from his pocket to unlock his Blackmane Revenant S9 muscle car.
The color is a midnight blood red, a matte finish, with full chrome blacked out.
As Parker lifts his door diagonally like a heavy wing.
He sits down in a dark, stitched leather seat. Inside the car, it has a red underglow within the footwells.
He grabs a duffle bag from the back of his car. He changes from his soccer uniform to now putting on a black shirt, a designer black hoodie, black pants, black shoes, and a full ski mask.
Parker puts the keys inside and turns the car on. It doesn't have a loud bang to it, but a low growl from the engines.
He slowly turns from the lot as he puts his phone up with a map location of Jordan's house.
He hums an old tune he used to listen to from his old group.
He pulls up about two streets away from his house. He turns his car off and puts on hard knuckle gloves.
He gets out of his car and locks it. While putting his keys in his pocket, he notices the neighborhood is decently well off, most or all houses having even trimmed bushes and patterned grass.
Parker rushes down the streets and finds Jordan's house, which is a big three-story house with many windows, and an iron gate blocking Parker's way.
He easily climbed over it to see a stone pathway leading to the front entrance, the garage, and the backyard.
He finally noticed a camera that had already seen him. He starts darting towards the front door.
He throws himself through the door, which splits into two as the top is busted down, but not the lower half. The house security system blares its alarm.
Jordan falls out of his chair, witnessing a man break into his house in this neighborhood.
"Yo what the fuck!" Jordan manages to yell that when he attempts to pull something from a drawer.
Parker dashes towards him, quickly jabbing Jordan in his nose, a crack utters from the contact of the punch.
Jordan knocked back, his nose bleeding down his neck to his white tank top, staining it.
Jordan feels the wall behind him. Parker dashes again, attempting to throw another swing. But Jordan manages to throw himself to the ground.
Parker's fist makes a loud thud against the marble walls. Jordan kicks Parker in the knee, making him bend down and making a pained grunting sound.
Jordan, filled with determination, attempted to lunge onto Parker.
But ends badly with Parker turning and kneeing Jordan in the face, having his nose bleed worse.
Jordan lies on his back, raising his arm. "Wait, please, what do you want? Money!"
Parker's knee was covered in crimson from Jordan.
Parker dashes out of the house after his revenge.
Jordan left in a bloodied mess, in pain, and the alarm blaring in his ears.
When Parker gets back inside the car, he drives off immediately, not taking off his gloves or mask yet.
After driving about half a mile away and parks he finally takes his mask off. He looks at it, all the pain, suffering, damage, and lives he's ruined with this mask on, out of his petty rage.
He only feels disgusted with himself afterwards and takes out his phone to text Ethan.
Parker: Ethan, I want my promised food soon. I know you need your rest, but I know a place where Deshawn, you, and I can binge and relax.
Even after the text, no response ten minutes later.
'Must be asleep' he drives back to the headquarters parking lot again and takes a long regretting minute to not only change back but also regret his actions as a barely functional human and adult.