Epilogue
3rd Person PoV
Trent Boyett would spend Christmas in an interrogation room, with Sergeant Yates on the other side of the table.
"What do you want with me now, Yates? You've already caught me." Boyett scoffs at the Police Sergeant.
"Well you see Mr Boyett, the vigilante that caught you, has provided us with information on a drug that you were using prior to your arrest." Yates says.
"Yeah, what about it?" Boyett sarcastically asks.
"What we would like to know, is how you managed to obtain this drug." Yates says.
"Oh, you would LOVE, to know, wouldn't you?" Boyett smiles.
1 Year Earlier
Trent Boyett would wait in the abandoned car park, only lit up by one street lamp, as a man with a briefcase walks up to him.
"Well, would you look at that. How much you have changed. Nice suit." Boyett says.
"Nice jacket." The man says, referencing Boyett's leather jacket.
"You have changed quite a bit ever since the last time we met. I mean look at you! You are quite the man now. That was some, interesting stuff you did last summer." Boyett says.
"Indeed it was." The man says.
"You said you had a proposition?" Boyett asks.
"Yes, I do." The man says, opening his briefcase, showing off a syringe with green liquid inside.
"I've heard about your plans to take over the mob, but since you are only a 16 year old young man, you would need some, help. This drug will make you stronger than you could ever imagine, and make you much more tolerant to pain." The man explains. Boyett would take the syringe, and injects himself with it, suddenly making his muscles grow.
"I feel, I feel, stronger! I feel powerful!" Boyett exclaims.
"Of course you do. I always keep my promises." The man says.
"Is there any chance you could, regularly supply me with this?" Boyett asks.
"As long as you cause a little chaos, than you can have as much as you want." The man says, closing his briefcase.
"Well, I have to say, I'm quite impressed. Well done, young man." Boyett says.
"Thank you, Trent, and Merry Christmas." The man says.
"You too. It's nice doing business with you, Butters, if I remember correctly?" Boyett says.
"I don't use that name anymore." The man says as Trent raises his eyebrow.
"I prefer… Professor."