⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ clara liu-routledge secretly knows how to fight ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

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【 SEASON 1 EPISODE 7 PART 2 】

The group returned to the Twinkie after their frustrating encounter at the pawnshop, leaving with no cash and a bad feeling about the suspicious pawn lady. JJ clutched the gold bar tightly in his hands as John B drove, Clara riding shotgun and staring out the window, her expression tense.

"So, they keep money out here?" Pope asked, breaking the uneasy silence as the Twinkie rumbled down a narrow, overgrown road.

"That's what she said," JJ replied with a smirk. Then, without missing a beat, he added in a suggestive tone, "That's what she said."

"Stop," Pope snapped, rolling his eyes.

JJ feigned innocence and pursed his lips to suppress another joke, but the tension in the van was palpable.

"I've never even heard of Resurrection Drive," Sarah chimed in from the backseat, her brows furrowed.

"Cause you're rich," JJ quipped, but Clara shot him a sharp look before Sarah could respond.

"Yeah, well, JJ, you've never heard of it either," Clara said, her voice tinged with exasperation.

"Thank you," Sarah said, sending Clara a grateful smile.

"This place is just weeds and nothing else," Kie muttered, glancing out the window at the barren landscape.

"All right, just 'cause it's weeds doesn't mean it's-" JJ began, but he trailed off as the sound of sirens suddenly pierced the air.

"Cops? Out here?" Kie asked, her voice rising in disbelief.

"God! Are you kidding me?" JJ yelled, his frustration boiling over.

"What did we even do?" Sarah questioned, her tone laced with worry.

"Nothing," Clara muttered, her confusion mirroring the group's.

"Why are we getting pulled over?" Pope asked, looking around nervously.

"Stash that," John B commanded JJ, motioning to the gold bar.

"I hate cops," Kie muttered under her breath.

"I hate cops like Shoupe," Clara clarified. "Not all are bad."

"Did you bring the gun?" John B asked JJ suddenly, his voice low but tense.

"No, okay? Everybody told me to leave it back at the place," JJ snapped as he frantically wrapped the gold in a washcloth.

"Thank God," Kie said in relief.

"Please, everything else in your bag," Clara urged.

"I am! I am, all right?" JJ barked back, and Clara smacked the brim of his hat, silencing him.

"How much weed do you have on you, bro?" Kie pressed, her voice sharp with urgency.

"He's walking up!" Pope suddenly shouted, his eyes locked on the figure approaching the Twinkie.

Before anyone could react, a gun cocked, and Clara's head whipped around to see a man in a skeleton mask holding a shotgun aimed directly at John B.

"Why don't I just go ahead and see them hands in the air right now?" the man demanded, his voice cold and menacing.

"All y'all's hands up in the air now!" he barked.

Clara's breath caught in her throat as she quickly raised her hands, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

"You, out of the car! Let's go!" the man ordered, and John B obeyed, stepping out with his hands raised.

"Out of the car! Hurry up!" the man yelled, slamming the driver's door shut.

"Let them out!" he shouted. "What are you waitin' on? Let them out!"

John B slid the van door open, and the rest of the group began to climb out one by one. Sarah and Clara were first, followed by Kie, Pope, and finally JJ.

Clara's hands trembled as she forced herself out of the vehicle, her legs unsteady beneath her. Her breath hitched, and she fought back the panic clawing at her chest.

"We're broke-" JJ tried to reason, but the man cut him off.

"Shut the hell up!" he barked, pointing the gun directly at JJ.

"All right! Just relax!" JJ shouted back, his tone defensive.

"Shut the hell up! Shut up!" the man screamed, the tension in his voice making Clara flinch.

"I'll blow your damn head off! Lay down in the ditch! Lay down!"

Clara slowly lowered herself to her knees, positioned between Sarah and Kie. Her elbows hit the dirt as she fought to steady her trembling body.

"Face on the ground! Stay here just like that!" the man ordered.

As he moved toward the van, Kie whispered, "It's a setup, guys."

"That old bat shanked us," JJ hissed, punching the ground in frustration. "Fuck!"

Sarah glanced to her side and noticed Clara quietly sobbing, her face pale and streaked with tears. Without hesitation, Sarah reached over and placed a comforting hand over Clara's trembling one.

"John B," Pope whispered urgently, watching as John B began to inch away from the group. "Don't be a hero, man."

"All right, y'all stay like that," the man warned, rummaging through the van. "Unless you want your brains blown out, don't move your heads."

Inside the van, John B lay low, waiting for the right moment to act. Meanwhile, the rest of the group shifted uneasily in the dirt, adrenaline coursing through their veins.

"I've got the gold!" JJ suddenly yelled, his voice triumphant.

The others scrambled to their feet and rushed to help John B. Sarah stayed close to Clara, who was still shaking.

"You're okay," Sarah said softly, wiping Clara's tears away. "I'm here."

When they reached the commotion, Barry was on the ground, pinned by the van door. Sarah didn't hesitate, slamming the door onto his body repeatedly.

"Go on, hit him," Sarah encouraged Clara, her voice firm. "It'll make you feel better."

Clara didn't hesitate. She kicked Barry square in the chest, sending him sprawling. Fueled by rage, she grabbed him by the collar and punched him repeatedly, her movements swift and unrelenting. She kneed him in the groin, then kicked him hard in the side before dragging him like a ragdoll and throwing him onto the ground.

Panting heavily, Clara stared down at him, her voice low and dangerous. "Don't ever fuck with us again."

"Holy shit, Clara!" JJ exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock. "I didn't know you could fight like that!"

Barry wheezed on the ground as John B peeled the skeleton mask off his face, revealing his identity.

"I know this piece of shit!" JJ spat. "He's a basehead!"

"Probably knows my brother," Sarah muttered, running a hand through her hair.

"He sells coke to my dad," JJ added bitterly.

Barry tried to plead. "Listen, I couldn't hurt any single one of y'all-"

JJ didn't let him finish. He struck Barry in the chest with the butt of the shotgun, but Pope and Clara quickly pulled him back.

"JJ!" Clara yelled.

"Dude, chill!" Pope added.

"Come on, let's get outta here," John B sighed, pulling Clara close as he led her away. "You okay?"

Clara nodded, her voice steady despite her earlier tears. "Yeah. I let out my anger on that crackhead."

JJ reached into Barry's pocket and pulled out his ID, smirking. "We've got one last stop. Let's go see where this son of a bitch lives."

As they walked back to the van, Barry's voice followed them, full of venom. "You can't hide from me! I know exactly who y'all are! You're gonna see me again!"

"Yeah, whatever," JJ muttered, sliding into the driver's seat. "Come on, let's roll."

The Twinkie rattled to a stop in front of Barry's trailer, its headlights illuminating the chaotic yard that lay before them. A collection of broken-down cars, rusted appliances, and scattered trash painted a picture of neglect and desperation. The air was thick with humidity, carrying the faint smell of mildew and motor oil. The house itself leaned to one side as if it could collapse at any moment.

JJ killed the engine and sat back with a grin that didn't reach his eyes. "Welcome to Crackhead Wasteland," Sarah muttered from the passenger seat, her nose wrinkling at the sight.

"I don't know about this, man," Pope said, his voice low as he stared uneasily at the trailer. He drummed his fingers on the armrest, his nervous energy palpable.

"Why are we even here?" Clara asked from the back seat, her tone uneasy. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself as if bracing against the tension that had been building since JJ announced his plan.

"This'll only take a second," JJ replied casually, opening the driver's side door and stepping out into the warm night air.

"JJ," John B started, but his protest was cut short as JJ grabbed his cap and began striding toward the trailer without a backward glance.

John B sighed, running a hand through his hair before reluctantly following JJ into the darkness.

The rest of the group stayed in the van, the silence inside almost suffocating. Clara shifted in her seat, exchanging a worried glance with Sarah. The girls huddled close, their unease evident.

"This is such a bad idea," Kie muttered, shaking her head. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest as her eyes flicked between the trailer and the road, half-expecting Barry to storm out with a shotgun.

Minutes ticked by, each one dragging longer than the last. Just as Clara was about to voice her concern again, the trailer door slammed open, and JJ's voice cut through the still night like a blade.

"All right, so we're looking at five grand each for reparations for putting us through that bullshit!" JJ called out as he marched toward them, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

Clara and Sarah whipped around, their hands clutching each other instinctively. JJ looked triumphant, his grin wide and reckless, the duffle bag hanging heavy in his grip.

"JJ..." Clara said softly, her brow furrowing with concern as she stepped out of the Twinkie.

"Sorry about that, y'all," JJ said unapologetically, flipping through the stack of bills in his hands like it was Monopoly money.

Kie stormed out of the van, her frustration boiling over. "So that's what we're doing now? We're robbing drug dealers?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

"This Barry guy's gonna find out," Sarah said, her arms crossed as she leaned against the side of the Twinkie.

"And he's gonna come after us," Clara added, her voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, he will," Pope said, stepping closer to JJ with a scolding look. "This is not the time to start wilin' out, JJ."

JJ stopped flipping through the money and fixed Pope with a hard stare. "How'd you like having a gun pulled on you, huh?"

Before Pope could respond, John B stepped in, placing a hand on JJ's chest and shoving him back slightly. "Relax," John B said firmly, his tone calm but commanding.

JJ scoffed, shaking his head. His eyes were wild, his frustration bubbling over. "He had it right here on you, bro!" JJ snapped, pointing to his temple as if to emphasize his point.

"Look, we've gotta go get the gold, okay? Just give me that shit," John B said, grabbing at the duffle bag.

JJ yanked it back with a growl, shoving John B against the side of the van.

"JJ!" Clara yelled, stepping forward, her voice sharp and filled with alarm.

"You feel like a tough guy, huh?" John B spat, glaring up at JJ. "What are you gonna do when he comes for us?"

JJ tightened his grip on John B's shirt, his jaw clenched. "We punch him in the throat," he said, his voice dangerously low. "And now we know Clare Bear knows how to fight."

Clara let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head. "Yeah, good fuckin' idea, JJ," John B said sarcastically, his tone biting.

JJ released him with a shove, stepping back. "I'm not putting it back," JJ said defiantly, slinging the duffle bag over his shoulder and climbing back into the driver's seat.

"You guys getting in or what?" he called, looking at the group.

Nobody moved.

JJ let out a scoff, opening the door again and stepping out with a frustrated huff. "What?" he demanded, looking at each of them in turn.

"We're sick of your shit," John B said, his voice steady and cold.

"It's gonna get you killed one day, JJ," Clara said softly, her words heavy with concern.

"Oh, my shit?" JJ said, his voice rising defensively.

"Yeah. Your shit," John B snapped.

"Yes. You pulling guns on people shit," Kie added, her frustration clear.

"You acting like a maniac-" Pope started, but JJ cut him off, his voice raw with emotion.

"Okay, Pope, I took the fall for you, man! You know how much I owe because of you?" JJ yelled, his words cutting through the humid night air.

"I'm gonna pay you back, and I didn't ask you to do that!" Pope yelled back, his voice equally intense.

"I just did! Pay it back. Right here, right now, by myself," JJ said, his voice breaking slightly as he held up the duffle bag.

The group fell silent, the weight of JJ's words hanging heavily between them.

"You know what?" JJ said, stepping back. "That's exactly what I'm gonna do. Go off by myself."

He turned and began walking away, his footsteps heavy against the gravel.

"JJ!" Pope called after him, but John B grabbed his arm, holding him back.

"Just let him go," Kie said quietly, her voice tinged with resignation.

The group stood in silence, watching as JJ disappeared into the shadows, leaving them behind.

ASH SPEAKS!!

not clara foreshadowing jj's death...🥹

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