(Usual Disclaimer Time: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun.)
(Author's Note: As a reminder, this story is a limited series with a light canon, meaning that while the chapters will all be related by characters and location, it won't be explicitly necessary to read every chapter to know what's going on. Each chapter will be its own thing, and can be enjoyed independently. I hope you enjoy! I also want to give special thanks to fellow Literotica author and SYM reader Lil_kitty for many excellent ideas and acting as a second set of eyes on this story, and for letting me know what did and didn't work; if you get a chance, please check out her work and drop some stars if you enjoyed, she writes some very hot and fun stories.)
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When it came to Halloween, Richie Olson chose chaos.
It was an easy choice for him, honestly, one he'd made time and time again in his 18 years of life, and one he knew that he'd continue making in life because it was simply more fun than the alternative. Halloween was a night for mischief after all, and if everyone else in town was going to be engaging in more wholesome activities, well, he was more than happy to bring enough of that mischief to Briar's Mill to make up for those who wouldn't partake. With his best friend at his side, and each of them carrying a sack filled with eggs, toilet paper, silly string and firecrackers, Richie spent much of the night quite pleased that he had chosen chaos.
Unfortunately, choosing chaos wasn't always without some consequence.
"We can make it!" Richie yelled as they ran down the middle of the street, trailing toilet paper behind them.
"Make what?" yelled Lucas Choi, Richie's best friend and partner in crime. Wearing form-fitting black bodysuits painted to look like skeletons and skull-faced ski masks, the two were a matched set in every way. Both of them were tall and muscular, both of them were stars on the school's track team, and both of them were currently doing a pretty good job running from a slow, relatively disinterested cop car. It was early in the evening, just late enough that most of the trick-or-treater's were gone, but not so late that they were completely absent from the street. This alone made the cops extra cautious, and had kept Richie and Lucas safe.
"Freedom! Liberty! Mayhem!" Richie cried out.
"Dude, I think the mayhem is finished!" Lucas yelled, looking back at the car. It had its red and blue lights on, but followed behind them at barely a crawl. A police officer was angling the car's spotlight at them, but only just.
Richie loved Lucas as if he were his own brother, but the two of them had their differences of opinions on many things. "The mayhem is never finished!"
"It will be soon if we're caught!" Lucas exclaimed.
Richie had his doubts about that. He'd led a charmed life. Sure, he'd been busted a couple times before for underaged drinking, but his parents had always managed to get him out of trouble before any of that truly stuck. Lucas probably wasn't as lucky on that front, because his family name didn't mean as much in this town. While Richie may have been an admitted asshole, he wasn't going to leave his best friend to get in trouble.
He eyed the street they were running toward, and recognizing where they were, he took a chance.
"Lucas, man, I need you to do exactly what I say, when I say it, okay? 'cause if you do, I'll get you out of this," Richie explained.
As someone who was used to listening to Richie even when his ideas were clearly shit because he usually knew how to pull them off, Lucas asked, "Alright, what is it?"
Watching the street sign at the intersection up ahead come into focus, Richie said, "Make a left up ahead and keep running. I'll keep them busy!"
"You'll what?" Lucas asked, dumbfounded as Richie stopped and turned around. Richie reached quickly into his bag and threw an egg from it at the cop car. The egg shattered, splattering the windshield. At this, they unleashed a quick burst of siren.
"Well, that got their attention," Richie said, looking on with some pride as Lucas ran off. His friend would live to see another day of freedom, one where trouble with his family wouldn't find him and the adrenaline rush of a Halloween well spent would give him a truly peaceful and profound night of sleep. Lucas would have a dull night from this point forward.
Richie's night, on the other hand, was only beginning.
"HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MOTHERFUCKERS!" he roared, turning around on his feet and quickly took a right at the intersection.
The cop car had some additional speed to it now that he'd proven himself to be slightly more than a nuisance, and Richie knew that they would catch him quite soon.
Thankfully, that was where some planning came in handy. The street he'd turned down, Ash Avenue, was one he'd spent a lot of time on as a kid, riding his bike around, getting in water fights with friends... he knew the houses here like the back of his hand, having spent many a night playing hide and seek hiding out in backyards. He wagered he knew this area better than Briar's Mill's poorly paid police force, and he was going to make their night hell.
Passing the first house, he put an extra burst of speed that had served him well at track meets, leaving the cops behind as he quickly darted between a pair of houses. Knowing the gate between the two houses to be locked, he quickly jumped up and over it, cutting left through the backyard as he hopped another fence. Somewhere in the distance he heard a couple of confused cops talking, debating what the hell to do next. Hopping from yard to yard, he knew he would soon be out of their search radius, and that they would give up before long. He and Lucas would be free to seek mayhem and chaos another day, and life would go on as it always had in Briar's Mill, with the two of them acting as kings of the keep.
It was as he sprinted across the fourth yard and toward the Meyer's backyard that Richie was given pause. The Meyers must have redone their fence, because where the top was once smooth, now the wooden slats had pointed tops. They weren't so sharp as to mangle, but if he wasn't careful, he could get hurt pretty easily.
He couldn't see a ladder or anything he could use to climb over in a hurry, but there was a trampoline that was pretty close to the fence. It reminded him of a really old movie his dad made him watch once, Ferris Bueller's Day Off... yeah, it had worked there, Richie couldn't see any reason why it wouldn't work now.
Lining himself up, he took a running leap toward the trampoline. His feet hit the springy material, and quite soon he was flying. That was it, he was making it over the fence! He was doing it! He-
As he had mostly cleared the fence into the Meyer's backyard, the cuff of his right costume leg hooked on one of the sharpened fence posts. Quickly, his whole world went sideways, and he soon found himself slamming upside down into the Meyer's side of the fence, the wind knocked out of him and thoroughly unconscious.
