Disclaimer: I don't own Rocket Power, just Del.
It was past midnight and Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez were gone on vacation. Upstairs Twister had fallen asleep and downstairs Lars was talking to his new "friends"
He'd become especially good at his drug dealings and it was time for a commission. Part of which included a nice stash of hard core drugs set aside for employers, or snuck out by them.
Twister didn't really understand what had been going on with Lars lately, but most nights he ended up crashing at the Rockets, too scared to go home. Sure his brother had always bullied him, but now Lars had taken it to a whole other level.
Lars' friends were leaving now and someone came running down the stairs.
"You'd better not be rippin' me off, Del." Lars joked
"Naw, just having a little fun." A devious smile came to play on Del's lips.
Acting on a hunch Lars ran upstairs to Twister's room.
Twister shivered under his blanket and on his face was a myriad of cuts and bruises. As Lars threw the blanket off he realized the injuries covered Twister's whole body, which was stripped bare. His peenus was inflamed. On the floor Lars found remnants of a drug he immediately recognized and realized Twister must've been druged so that he wouldn't be able to scream or fight back. He probably didn't even know who his attacker was, but Lars did.
Running into his room to get something Lars dashed outside. Sure, Lars had been going too far and really beating Twister just for the heck of it, and he'd threatened to kill him on several occasions if he ever told anyone. But Twister was his little brother. He could do whatever he wanted with him! No one gave Del that right.
Finally Lars was able to see Del just a little ways ahead. Without hesitation he raised his gun…