"Shut up Chambers. Do you want me to kill you and all your little pathetic friends?" Ace Merrill held a knife to Chris' throat. Chris gulped. Ace had him in a tight grip by the shoulder.
Gordie, Teddy, and Vern were all standing against the outside of a Laundromat in Castle Rock. It was midnight on June 17, 1963.
"Why the hell do you still want to bother with us? You got nothing better to do than go around trying to bug the shit out of some kids that are younger than you?" Chris tried to sound menacing.
"Shut up Chambers before I decide to really slice your throat." He replied. Eyeball was of course leaning against the wall of the Laundromat, completely relaxed, seeming to enjoy this. None of the other Cobras were there and the street was completely empty. Not a sound could be heard.
Ace had come after Chris and the other guys because of what they had done just 3 years ago. This was payback for something awful that had happened. There had been a disappearance.
"Man, just let Chris go. Just leave us alone." Gordie said to Ace.
"Why the hell would I do that? You aren't getting away."
"Ok, well you can't exactly hold on to me like this all night so either kill me and get it over with or just let me go," Chris said.
Finally Ace gave up and decided to not kill Chris. It was a miracle he wasn't dead yet because of all the times he'd come close to being killed.
"Just watch your back Chambers," Ace hissed.
Teddy saluted in response to this which almost got Chris laughing.
The four guys left quickly to return to their homes.
"You know, I'm surprised that it's been three years, and they haven't come after me until now. What's that all about?" Chris wondered.
"They were waiting until the right time," Gordie answered.
"And what makes June 17th, 1963 at midnight the right time?"
"I don't know. Let's just try not to encounter them again. Who knows, they might actually kill you next time," said Gordie.
Chris nodded, "Yeah, that would be best.