Prologue

The van sped down the empty country road at a blistering speed. The speedometer was touching 95 mph. Prayer of the Refugee by Rise Against blasted out of the speakers.

“Don’t hold me up now! I can stand my own ground!”

                Headbanging at the wheel was Joe. Joe was a stunningly good looking fellow with blue eyes that it is rumored people have killed over. He stood 6 feet tall could pwn the shit out of anyone at Gears of War. He wore a black baseball cap with an image of a skull with angel wings on it. On his white t-shirt was yet another skull with two guitars crossed behind it. On his manly legs was a pair of normal looking jeans held up by a black belt with metal lined holes all the way around.  Joe’s majestic voice sang along perfectly with the song playing in the van.

                In the passenger seat was José, one of Joe’s good friends. He sat in the seat cool and collected. One had to look intently to even realize the he even was aware of the loud music. José was Hispanic and could fuck you up and not think twice. He used to be a boxer in the underground rings of the big city. He won’t tell anyone, not even Joe, why he doesn’t box anymore.  José had a spectacular black moustache with a hint of blonde in it.

                And finally, sitting in one of the chairs in the middle of the van was Courtney. Despite the name, Courtney was a man. If you were Hitler you would want him to help populate your perfect race of humans. Courtney was tall, blonde, and blue eyed. Courtney had yet another unique feature, one that Hitler probably wasn’t even aware existed. Not many people know it does…

“Hey stop the van!” Courtney shouted at Joe. Joe looked at Courtney in the mirror and new what was going on, so he stopped the van as fast as he could. The van screeched to a halt in the middle of the road. As soon as it wasn’t moving Courtney threw open his door and burst outside. José turned down the music as they waited for him to return. In the side mirror José could see Courtney running down the side of the ditch into the long grass and pick up a flat white box. He smiled.

When Courtney climbed back into the van he placed the white box on the little table between Joe and José. Just as he put the box down Joe stepped on the accelerator again and they took off.

“So what we got this time?” José asked.

“I don’t know yet, I haven’t even looked in it yet,” Courtney replied.

José opened up the lid of the box and inside he saw close to a dozen frosted cupcakes. “Bingo.” He said. You see, Courtney’s special ability was that he can sense pastries; be it cupcakes, doughnuts, cakes, brownies, on a good day cookies, and he’s even been know to sense milk every once and a while. No one quite knows how he does it, some think he just has an exceptional sense of smell, others think its some sort of sixth sense, and some have gone as far to say that it’s supernatural or a gift from aliens. Whatever it may be, no one knows, and perhaps no one ever will. But the fact remains, Courtney can sense pastries, his strong suit being cupcakes.

“All right!” Joe shouted as he looked down from the road to see the cupcakes.  

The van whipped down the road with three men enjoying music and cupcakes, the three of them completely unaware that a grim surprise awaited them in their future…