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The frigid weather didn’t seem to bother Erick. He was already under extreme duress from the Preps, who were growing closer by the second. Erick was determined for the others to make it to safety first before his escape could be made. At this point he knew he was a liability.

Justin trudged forward, looking to attack Erick but ultimately slipped on the ice and fell on his butt just a few inches from Erick. He hoped that Zach and Gregory had escaped. He looked over the frozen railing but couldn’t make out any figures in the demse winter fog.

“You’re cornered, pauper.” Bif sneered. The other Preps circled like rabid pack animals ready to pounce in for the kill.

“Then let’s go you rich fucking asshole.” Erick growled. He had one last trick up his sleeve as he prepared his last firecracker to cover his escape. He lit the end of it and tossed it into the volley of Preps, who all dove for cover, giving Erick the split second to escape.

Gregory looked up the ladder to see that Erick hadn’t followed them. He began to fear the worst at this point. “Did you see where Erick was before he sent you down?”

Erick lunged over the railing and began his rapid climb down as the firecracker went off on the rooftop.