Write a conclusion to this story, think about the following ideas: brutality, vengeance, mercy, forgiveness, kindness. Which 2 or 3 ideas do you want your audience to understand more fully after reading your conclusion? Craft your conclusion to show, not tell.

Write a conclusion to this story, think about the following ideas: brutality, vengeance, mercy, forgiveness, kindness. Which 2 or 3 ideas do you want your audience to understand more fully after reading your conclusion? Craft your conclusion to show, not tell.

Michael and Fenty were the best of friends. They gave an example of what true friendship is like. However, like many relationships, Fenty kept some secrets from Michael for fear of being judged. Fenty used to abuse drugs in secret, and the trait had deteriorated to addiction. Michael recalls how their friendship lost taste. Naloxone recalls talking to Fenty for the first time when they were in fourth grade. Despite being in the same circle of pals, they did not maintain in touch for whatever reason. They ran into one other at events, but their interactions were limited to a casual hello. As they were about to finish 9th grade, Michaels friends decided to throw a party to celebrate the end of their freshman year. Michael and Fenty ran into each other due to pure coincidence and they reconnected. Within a short period, their relationship bloomed. They began to spend more time together and keep an eye out for each other. Days went by, they all passed the exams and split as they furthered their studies. They promised to keep in touch through social media and holiday visits. All this while, Fenty was abusing drugs. It was not long before rumors of his demise surfaced. It was unclear what had caused the death until CCTV footage, and overwhelming confessions from fellow students confirmed drug abuse. He had taken the drugs in overdoses such that his body was overwhelmed, leading to his demise. Dealers on campus had been taking advantage of his addiction to make a profit. This news came as a shock to Michael, who could not piece together the possibility of Fenty, his childhood best friend, being a drug addict to his unawares. In an effort to avenge Fenty and his name, Michael dedicated his life to stopping the distribution of drugs and overdoses. His undercover name: Naloxone.

Michael had heard from the kids on campus that a drug deal was going down. He didn’t know who was involved, but he found out that it was happening by the turf. Once it got dark and dinner started, he knew it was time to move. He put on black clothes and a mask, transforming into Naloxone. He decided that this was going to be his first assignment as his alter-ego. Hiding behind the parked buses, he saw a hooded figure standing behind the gym. The shifty character looked around to make sure no one was following them. Once the coast was clear, the person started walking towards the field with Naloxone trailing closely behind. His outfit kept him hidden in the dark, and he made sure to be as quiet as possible. As he watched the individual approach an Audi, Naloxone quickly ducked behind an SUV. Naloxone couldn’t tell who was in the car because of the heavily tinted windows. The hooded individual knocked on the glass, and the window rolled down. Naloxone still couldn’t see who was in the driver’s seat, but he heard a girl’s voice. “You got the money?” she asked. The person nodded and handed something to her. They looked around and pulled their hood down. Naloxone was finally able to catch a glimpse of their face. The buyer was Gavin, a hockey player who sat in the back row of Naloxone’s math class. He had heard rumors of his addiction to percocets, so he wasn’t too surprised. The girl took the money and gave Gavin a bag. He inspected the contents of the package, and Naloxone heard the rattle of pills. Gavin shoved it into his pocket and turned to leave. “Hey! What’s going on here?” A teacher was approaching them, and the girl in the car swore. Naloxone had called the teacher on a burner phone earlier to notify them about the drug deal. The Audi flashed red and shifted into reverse, but it was too late. Naloxone quietly left the scene and learned about the aftermath the next day. Gavin had been caught red-handed with prescription pills and was likely to be expelled from the school. The dealer was also a student, and she was given a similar punishment. Her name was Meghan Livigrew, a senior with a drinking problem. She was sent to the school by her filthy rich parents in hopes of setting her straight. Little did they know, this school was not the place for that. It wasnt the place, until Naloxone appeared. Michael was proud of what he accomplished. He was protecting his school and honoring his childhood friend. Naloxone had become a part of his identity and he felt emboldened. Michael had a lot of work to do.

Naloxone hears about another drug deal going down, this time inside the Head of Schools house. Little does he know, the others heard about Meghans expulsion, and in a form of protest, decided to set a trap to catch the narc. Once Naloxone gets into the Heads House, he realizes there is no one inside. Did I miss the deal? Was I too late? Then, out of nowhere, a gunshot went off. Naloxone runs towards the sound, upstairs. He finds himself in an abandoned room, white sheets covering all the furniture, and dust coating the walls top to bottom. A piece of paper was stuck to a chair. It seemed urgent. The note was written with a rich, blood red marker and stamped with what looked like a burn mark. It read: Gotcha. Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind Naloxone and locked with a deafening thud. As an attempt to save himself, Naloxone began tugging at the sheets, trying to find a way out. Bright flashes of red and blue began bleeding through the sheets. Naloxones heart sank. Why is this happening? What did I do? he asked himself. Continuing to pull sheets off the dusty furniture, Naloxone noticed an unusual amount of crates. One crate was open; intrigued, he looked at what was inside. And then, the realization. Naloxone had been set up. Pounds of marijuana stacked in the crates, with bricks of cocaine lined beside the weed. It all made sense. His identity had been compromised, and the kids knew what he was up to. They lured him to the Heads House with news of a false deal, and called the cops to put the blame on him. He had been framed. The only way Naloxone knew how to get out of it was simple. Survive. Coming prepared, Naloxone pulled out the only weapon he had, a revolver. Being a vigilante, he knew the stakes were high, but Naloxone valued his life over anything. While Michael and Fenty were rekindling their friendship over the break, Fenty had given the revolver to Michael. They both stared at it with an odd sense of pride and ownership. Fenty knew that one day, it might come in handy. That day was today. Quietly, Naloxone creeped back downstairs to confront the authorities. Out the window, there were two cops conversing. He was unsure of how this would play out, but it had to be done. Naloxone will not go down without a fight, and certainly wont be framed for a crime he didnt commit. Naloxone opened the door, and began shooting at the two officers. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the world became much darker than before. That was all Naloxone remembered from that night, until Michael woke up on a cold, concrete floor. Unaware of his surroundings, he looked around, hoping to find a sense of security, but that feeling was fleeting. A jail cell.

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