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


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    him up to the doorway. I dragged him inside and had barely closed the door when Cody, bare-chested and looking beyond livid, came walking fast out of the hallway. On each finger he was wearing the heavy, brutal rings that he liked to wear for show (he usually didn’t wear them while fighting, and hadn’t the last time he beat up Tyson). But this time he wasn’t taking them off because he wanted to do as much damage as he could. He had almost reached us when I stopped him. “No need to hit him right now, little bro. He’s pretty much out of it. Wait for him to wake up.” Cody snarled, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles, sharp as mine, stretched out against his skin. “Fine, but his punk ass better wake up soon. I’m ready to kick some fuckin’ ass!” “You’ll get your chance, kid,” I said, grinning at him maliciously. “Here, help me tie him up.” I pulled up a chair and sat Tyson down in it, while Cody reached into my bag and pulled out a length of rope and a black hood. We spent a minute tying him up tightly, making sure that he couldn’t move an inch whenever he woke up. “This is gonna be good,” Cody and I said together, once we had finished securing the ropes. As I put the hood over Tyson’s limply hanging head, Dad, Donna and Kareem came out of the hallway, looking down at the punk ass rapist with deep loathing. “Nothin’ to do now but wait till he wakes up,” Cody said. “I’m ready to tear his ass up!” said Kareem, who seemed to be working himself into a rage. “Well, ...
    while we’re waiting…” I said, and I opened up Tyson’s bookbag. The smell of the weed stung our noses as I pulled it out. “Well damn!” said Dad, his nose wrinkling. “He knows who’s got the good shit, I’ll give him that.” The five of us went into Cody’s spacious room to have a little session before beginning our assault on Tyson. We smoked in near silence, listening for the moment when he came around. Weed always helps me concentrate, and I kept my mind focused on the fact that I was getting ready to torture the man who had hurt my sister. After about ten minutes, when we all had a good buzz going, we finally heard his voice from the living room. “H-hey! What the fuck, man? Where am I? Greg? Joey? Matt? Justin? What’s going on here?” I laughed bitterly; he thought his boys had kidnapped him as a prank or something. “Let’s go punish that bastard,” Donna said with a slight smile. I led the way out of the room, taking my shirt off so I could swing full force. The others followed quietly behind me. Then we came into the living room and saw Tyson struggling against the ropes, still calling for his friends. I came to a halt directly in front of him. Looking at him with rage building up inside me, I reached out and removed the hood. He looked up at me, and realizing who I was, his eyes widened in shock. “What’s up, buddy?” I whispered in the low voice of a psychopath. And I drew my arm back and slapped him across the face with every bit of strength I could muster. The sickening smack ...
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