1. Revenge For Chris's Sister (Epilogue to "Another Level of Bromance")


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    one. I waited for about five minutes, before I heard footsteps. Stealthily, I peeked out from behind the dumpster to see who it was, and I saw that it was Tyson. He always arrived before his dealer so he wouldn’t look suspicious. But no one on the side street usually paid attention to anyone going down the alley, and by coincidence, the side street was relatively empty tonight. Every inch of me wanted to just jump out and beat that fucker to death right then and there, but I kept my cool and kept well-hidden; I was wearing all black with a bandanna around my face and shades on, so I was virtually invisible in the dark alley. About ten minutes later I heard more footsteps, and the sound of a low whistle that I knew signaled the arrival of the dealer. I heard Tyson respond with another whistle and got ready. Tyson usually walked a little further up the alley to seal the deal. So as I heard him walking away, I quietly unzipped my bag and pulled out a rag and a bottle of chloroform. I doused the rag and waited. Peeking around the corner ever so slightly, I saw Tyson hand the dealer the money, and the dealer, after counting it up, handed Tyson a large black bookbag which contained the weed. They dapped each other up and the dealer hurried back out of the alley. Tyson then started walking down towards the end where I was hiding, just so he could smoke a tiny sample of the goods before taking it back to his friends. I held my breath as he moved closer, then I heard the footsteps ...
    come to a halt. Taking one last peek, I saw him facing away from me, pulling his pipe out of his pocket and getting ready to load it. His mind must have been fully focused on his weed, because he didn’t even hear me as I snuck up behind him. Just as he was getting ready to open the bag, I reached around and smothered him with the soaked rag. He struggled for a few seconds, and then went unconscious. I lowered him to the ground slowly and he lay there peacefully. ‘Enjoy this peace while you can, bitch!’ I thought to myself as I threw the rag and chloroform into the dumpster. I grabbed up both my bag and his weed bag and slung them over my shoulders. Then after taking my bandanna and shades off and pocketing his bowl, I picked Tyson up and put his arm around my shoulders and started dragging him back towards the main road. About a minute later, I emerged into the main road supporting him. A few people looked at us strangely. “My buddy was back there puking his guts out,” I said in a friendly voice. “He’s had a little too much to drink tonight, so I’m taking him home.” Since there had been people drunk in that alley before, this was no surprise to them, so they sucked up my bullshit and asked no questions. I hauled Tyson to my car and laid him down in the back seat. I texted Dad to let him know that everything had gone smoothly, and that I was on the way back. Chapter 6: Ice-Cold Vengeance Tyson was still out cold when I arrived back at the house, so I grabbed the bags and hauled ...
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