There was this gang in New York called the Ducky Boys. Ace, your close friend, wanted to be in this gang SO badly.

However, you didn't want to lose him to those jerks. You had dated the leader, Aaron, before and he had dumped you in the rain a year ago, and you haven't forgiven him since. Ace didn't know this.

One night during a sleepover with Ace, he grabbed his backpack and snuck out. You had woken up and watched all his moves, then you followed him. You slipped on your raggy sneakers and followed him all the way to Harrison's Bridge. The Ducky Boys were there.

"Ace, put out your right hand," Aaron said, holding his pocketknife. Ace put out his hand and recieved a large cut into his palm, which started bleeding. He then shook hands with the other members, who also had a cut in their palm.

You looked away, watching some traffic come up under the bridge at a red light, which then turned green.

Then you heard Ace scream.

You look over and find Ace being held by his arms over the railing of the bridge.

This isn't a gang initiation. This is fucking torture.

"Guys, bring me up!! Please!! I'm scared!!" Ace screams, traffic zooming like lightning under his feet.