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Chronicles of D.O.G - Entry 4:Duke Rocheister (Finale)

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>Nathan and I decided to meet with Echolorial at the Boardwalk. It's a strip mall down by the coastline dedicated to tourists and beach-goers. Shops and restaurants lined the area facing towards the ocean. I'll admit the view is absolutely breath-taking. You could even see the construction going on for the new amusement park just off in the distance. The three of us agreed that we all would congregate at a coffee shop called Café del Mar. It was rather hipster in vibe, but lacked the usual hustle of college students. A perfect place to discuss in private without certain parties eavesdropping on us.

>We got there first with Echolorial just leaving the hospital, giving us some ample time before his arrival. It was a rather lovely day, so we decided to eat outside. The two of us sat at an outdoor table underneath a blue and white parasol. The waiter, a really cute gazelle guy, came by and asked if we were ready to order. I ended up getting a pulled-pork panini with melted cheese and an aquatic apricot smoothie. Nathan got an egg soufflé and some prismberry tea. The gazelle smiled and went on his way. I leaned back in my seat to watch him go letting out a woof of approval. Nathan just shook his head, nickering, then proceeded to catch a glimpse of the waiter's taut butt cheeks set in those tight dress slacks. It was weird, but delightful to see the horse in a whole new homosexual perspective.

>As we waited for our food, Echolorial texted me saying that he would be there in about fifteen minutes. I replied back telling him to take his time, and that we were right outside Café del Mar. The dragon was still recovering from his ordeal so I didn't want him to overexert himself by rushing here. He was in pretty bad shape when we got to the hospital. Still, for such a little guy, he was tough for pulling through. My thoughts instantly went back to Trevor on the matter. Echolorial had mentioned something to tell us about the Doberman. Whatever it was, it obviously had to be the reason why were went out that night to bash the faerie dragon to a pulp.

>Nathan nudged me with his toes. I looked up with head tilted. He motioned with his head towards the café door. Turning around, I peered over my shoulder to see the gazelle returning with our orders. He set my sandwich and smoothie down first, then turned around to give Nathan his food. I couldn't help but stare at that plump buttock just jutting out from the dress pants. Taking out a paradiso dollar, I scribbled my phone digits across the top before folding it up and handing it the waiter. He took it with a smile, thanking me. The expression on his face when he discovered what was on it was positively priceless. His cheeks turned a shade of crimson. Nathan sipped casually on his tea looking between the two of us. I winked at the waiter giving him the 'call me later' sign with my hand. He turned and rushed back in with that cute tail of his wiggling.

>FYI we hooked up later and I fucked his ass so hard he left with a slight limp.

>We ate our fill just as Echolorial was coming up the sidewalk. Nathan was the first to spot him. He held up his arm and waved down the faerie dragon. I turned around, sipping on my aquatic apricot smoothie. I nearly dropped my beverage. Echo was in perfect condition. Like, seriously, there wasn't a single scratch on him. Nathan and I just stared in amazement as he just came up with a charming smile. Taking a nearby chair, he spun it around and plopped himself down right next to me. I gazed over the dragon's body. No casts or splints; no stitches. It was like none of it ever happened. Echo caught me staring at him. A soft purr escaped his muzzle as his whiskers twitched at the tips, "You like what you see? I charge by the hour, you know."

>"You're a prostitute?" asked Nathan, sipping on his tea.

>Echo laughed, leaning back in his chair with legs spread and toes splayed out. His wings gave a gleeful little buzz before he settled back down. Shaking his head, the faerie dragon said it was a joke. However if people wanted to pay for sex, who was he to turn down such a genuine offer? Then again, with how Echo dressed it wasn't too surprising how people might mistake him for a street walker. He wore an open vest showing off his sleek physique. A single pendant clasped around his slender neck with the charm dangling against his chest. He wore a pair of low cut shorts with a studded belt. On his feet were open-toed leather coverings, exposing those long, lilac-colored toes. I couldn't help but stare at his feet a little longer. Such exotic looking feet. The purple talons clicked on the concrete while Echo's voice brought me back to attention. He winked at me with those periwinkle eyes.

>Crossing his arms on the table, the faerie dragon rest his head down while staring at us. With a sigh, he began to explain why he wanted to speak with us. Echolorial told us the story of how he met Trevor at the club. The Doberman just came up to him one night and asked how much he charged for a blowjob. At first, Echo was offended. He was not some hooker. But just before he had a chance to refuse, Trev pulled out a wad of paradiso dollars, like 20s, 30s and 50s. With that kind of money how could he just say no? The faerie dragon went into lurid detail of his night with the A.L.P Leader.

>I found myself growing hard between my legs. Nathan sipped on his tea harder leaning forward to listen intently. Echo blushed, putting a claw over his cheek and swooning a bit. Such a drama queen. He said the two of them fucked until closing time, in which case, Trev said that he'd return tomorrow with more money and more company. Sure enough, the very next night, he came back, this time with Hank and Gustave and triple the amount of money. The three of them ended up taking turns on Echo's body. At the end of it all, they had their way with Echo. Hank and Gustave spit roasted the faerie dragon while Trevor rode the dragon's cock. He jerked off while bouncing in Echo's lap shooting a load clear across the scalie chest. The four of them passed out together with Trevor holding onto the dragon's neck tightly.

>I stopped Echo for a moment. He looked at me with a curious squeak. I asked him, how long did this go on for? He cocked his head to the side in thought before saying it was a good three months. Every time, Trevor would come by maybe twice a week and pay him obscene amounts of money for sex. Sometimes he'd come alone, other times Hank and Gustave would join. He really didn't think much of it. Sex was sex and he was getting paid for it. The more I listened the angrier I became. The pieces began to fall into place one-by-one.

>Trevor was a textbook fucking definition of a closet case. That's why he was so adamant about being an advocate against homosexuality. Yet, he had to get that fix that some pussy just couldn't slake. The Doberman found his addiction with the faerie dragon. However, somewhere down the way, something went wrong. Perhaps Trev was afraid that Echo would snitch about having sex with him. Surely that couldn't be all of it. He wasn't an idiot like Hank and Gustave. No, Echo had to have some sort of evidence supporting that Trevor was homosexual, or at least bisexual.

>I asked him about. The dragon blinked before reaching into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. He flipped through his messages before coming upon a very familiar number. Showing me his phone, Echo said that Trevor asked him to send pictures. That was proof enough for me. I grabbed Echo's phone much to his dismay. He reached over the table to try and swipe it back but I pulled away and stood up. Flipping through the phone I uncovered all sorts of sordid texts from Trev. Some of them accompanied by pictures.

>Echo finally reached over with his tail and wrapped it around his phone, pulling it free from my clutches as he hissed. He said it was rude of me to take a dragon's belongings without permission. I didn't have the nerve to reply to him. I was absolutely seething. Nathan could see the anger boiling in my face. A hot sensation poured through my body. Without saying a word I left in a rush. Echo looked to Nathan and asked where I was going. My bro quickly got up from his seat to chase after me, but our waiter (such a cute guy) hastily made his way to the table and insisted that we pay our tab. It was a douchebag move to leave my bro and my new friend with the bill, but I had bigger fish to fry.

>Winchester Heights University was a good twenty minutes away from the Boardwalk. I made it there in five minutes. My truck squealed into a parking space getting several looks from the student body. I didn't give two shits at this point. All I could think about was getting to A.L.P and beating Trevor to a pulp. That damn bastard had us attack an innocent guy just so he could preserve his own twisted integrity. I stormed out of my car and made my way to the fraternity. All I could see was red, red everywhere.

>I didn't even bother knocking on the door as I entered the building. Several guys were there. They started to jeer at me, telling me to get out. One of them threw a book at me. It hit me in the chest. Grabbing a nearby end table I hurled it at them. They all scattered with a scream. Hank ran out from the kitchen trying to see what the commotion was all about. The moment he saw me, he charged. Oh I was in no mood to deal with his shit. The old street fighting instincts kicked in. The bulldog took a swing at me but I ducked and countered with a quick one-two punch to his gut. When he doubled over I finished with a hard fist to his jaw. Hank fell back crashing into the wall. He crumpled to the floor with a whine.

>Gustave ran out from his room while Trevor exited his dormitory in the second floor. When the Doberman saw me he flicked his ears back. Oh he knew he was in deep shit. Gustave strolled over to me very calm-like. He was always so stalwart, it kinda pissed me off. The Rottweiler put a hand on my shoulder giving it a hard squeeze. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it, bending his arm away from my body. He yelped out loud. I slammed my foot into his gut, making him gasp out loud. Gustave pulled away, holding his stomach with one hand before coughing and dropping to his knees. With Trev's two henchman out of the way I went after the big boss himself. Storming up the steps, I shouted at the Doberman.

>I told him that I knew what he did. I mentioned to him that we have proof, and that he couldn't hide the truth. (Hey that rhymed.) A few of the bros. from downstairs looked at me rather confused. They didn't know. Trevor tried to keep his composure, but I could tell in his eyes that he was losing his cool. I made it to the top step. The dog backed away into the corner of the wall. He trembled and fell to the floor in fright. I should have stopped. But I didn't. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I slammed Trev against the wall, shouting louder for everyone to hear. I'm pretty sure my voice reached outside as well.

>All I could see right now was Echolorial's beaten and broken body; Trevor sneering as he whacked the dragon with a baseball bat. He wanted us to clean up his mess, me and Nate. He was going to use us as pawns. Hell, he'd probably sell us out to the police if it came down to it! I threw the Doberman to the floor and undid my pants. He looked at me in utter fright as I started to whip out my dick. I was going to show everyone what a lying faggot he truly was. However, I never got the chance. A black figure ran up the stairs and pinned me to the wall. Nathan held my wrists to my side while his heavy body pressed against me. He whispered hoarsely, telling me to calm the fuck down before someone calls the cops. I managed to leer over his shoulder at the trembling canine. Trev had gone and pissed himself. The front of his jeans were stained.

>To make matters worse, Echo was there too. He stood there at the foot of the stairs, staring up at me with such shock. Trevor slowly stood up. A shaky laugh escaped his snout before combing his fingers through his hair, pushing it back. He told us to get the fuck out, that this was no place for faggots. Nathan's body tensed up. Oh I wanted to beat that little shit to a pulp! Believe it or not, it was Echo's turn to dish out some punishment. Shaking his head, the dragon took out his phone and began to tap a few buttons. Trev looked down at the dragon and asked what he was doing. Without missing a beat, he mentioned he was uploading the pictures that Trev sent him, and vice versa, to a gay porn site. Talk about fierce!

>The Doberman's self-control shattered. He held his head and screamed at Echolorial to stop. The faerie dragon shot his hand out to Trevor. A blue light flashed from his fingertips. Energy crackled through the air as the canine was blasted off his feet and into a wall. Everyone stood in silence. My anger died down to something between awe and fear. This faerie dragon fucker could use magic. Now, to divert for a moment from the main story...magic in Aureas is, well, not unheard of, but it is forbidden. The only person that is permitted to use magic is the Lord God, Omnis. Anyone caught using magic, or even practicing it, is sentenced to divine judgment. And Omnis wasn't the forgiving type.

>Echo fished out a bundle of paradiso dollars and threw them down to the floor. He told the Doberman to take his money back. Turning around, the faerie dragon made his way towards the exit of A.L.P. Nathan put me over his shoulder and descended the stairs. I was still pretty pissed off, but Nate's hand squeezed my rump which, in turn, caused me to yip a bit. I hated him for it, but it did calm me down. Trevor slowly sat up and whined watching us leave. I called out to him, telling him that he had better watch his goddamn back from now on. Nathan snorted and closed the door to the fraternity. I continued to shout. Screaming at the top of my lungs all sorts of obscenities at the windows, hoping that Trevor could hear me.

>The three of us headed back to Uncle Max's summer house. Echo rode with me to make sure I kept a level head while behind the wheel while Nathan followed behind. All my anger had dissipated to irritability. It felt good to get some revenge on that twat canine. However, it still wasn't enough. I was the vengeful-type after all way back in the day. I've calmed down since then, but as of right now I was still fuming. Nathan was sitting on the sofa with me while Echo sat across from us, clicking his talons across the screen of his device. He mentioned that there was no denying it now. Trevor's reputation would slowly crumble, and that people would see the truth.

>I hoped to the gods so.

>Yet, there still came the crushing revelation that Nate and I were still homeless. We didn't have any fraternity to return to. Not to mention, Uncle Max was not pleased that we were still using his summer home. If I explained the situation, then perhaps he'd allow us to stay. That idea went immediately right out the window. There was no way my guardian would allow me to stay in his home with another guy. We turned to Echolorial asking him if he had a place to stay. The dragon just blinked at us and then pinned his ears back. Apparently, he had some huge fight with his father and ran away from home. I asked him what happened to all the money that Trevor gave him. Surely he had enough to stay at a hotel for a couple months. Echo blushed and told us that he spent it all on clothes and accessories. My anger began to rise again.

>So there we were, three homeless guys with no income. I was still working at the wholesale food store, but I went from full-time to part-time in order to accommodate my class schedule. I made enough just to support my eating habits, but everything else, including books and intuition and all that was being paid for by the school and scholarship. Not just that, but being part of a fraternity also helped out greatly. Yet, due to what happened, I'm pretty sure that I lost most rights. Hell, it'd be a miracle that I didn't get expelled.

>We all sat there in silence, contemplating on what the next step to do. Nathan mentioned he could possibly look for a part-time job too to help with expenses. Echolorial said he might be able call some connections and wire money to his bank account. That just sounded shady as fuck, so I immediately declined. The faerie dragon shrugged. When it came down to it, two college guys with part-time jobs wasn't really the most economic decision. If Echolorial were to assist, we might have a chance. Yet, everything around here was so expensive, even if we got a two-bedroom apartment. That was the downside to being within a college vicinity of a city, everything cost an arm and a leg unless you had a decent scholarship or you came from well-to-do family.

>To be fair, I came from a well-to-do family, but Uncle Max refused to pay for everything. Said it would teach me to be humble and learn the value of a dollar. So asking for Max's help was out of the question. Not to mention, I'd have to pay him back. Yeah, such good parenting skills. As for my wrestling scholarship. It paid well, but that was only for the first two years of tuition. Just enough to get my Bachelor's degree. As of now, I had NO idea what I wanted to go for. So when the two years were up I was going to be royally screwed!

>The more I thought about it, the more agitated I became. Nathan could sense I was growing upset. He put his hand on my back and rubbed it. Echo tapped away on his digital device, buzzing his wings lightly. Suddenly, he sat up and snapped his fingers a few times. I looked up wearily. So much happened today that I wanted to just curl up and forget about it. Yet, the look in Echo's eyes told me he might've come up with a plan. He began to mention how one night when Trevor was in a talkative mood, he asked how the Doberman had so much money to spend on carnal pleasure. He said that he got a grant from the University for being the Alpha of a Fraternity.

>A plan began to form in my head. If I could find a suitable living facility, like a boarding house, then I could create my own fraternity. If things go accordingly, I'd be able to submit for a grant. My financial issue would be solved! I relayed this to Nathan and Echolorial. Both of them seemed onboard with it. Echo mentioned he had never been part of a Fraternity before. I told him he had to be enrolled in a college to join one. That didn't seem to falter him. Instead, he told us if that were the case, then he'd send an application to be enrolled in Winchester Heights University. I almost lost it. And his response for the reason behind with joining is, get this, he was bored!

>I never met anyone quite like this crazy fucker. Still, he helped us bring down Trevor, so he couldn't be all bad, right? Either way, the three of us had a plan. However, the only problem that lay before us was finding a place. Something decent, yet cheap within the area. I knew at once that there was nothing such as that around here. My hope began to falter. What if we couldn't find a location? Plus, there wasn't anything for sale in the area. Not cheap anyway.

>That's when I remembered something.

>It began as a small twinkle in the darkness of my mind. A picture that was quite blurry, unfocused to the point I could barely make out what it was. Then, the filter was lifted and an image took shape in my mind's eye. I remember the first time I set foot on campus. Across the street from the busy University was a shoddy building. It was decrepit, run-down and probably riddled with wood worms. The amount of dust and mold growing in the dark, dank halls was probably hazardous. Even when staying at the A.L.P Fraternity, the house was always there in the distance. So lonely, yet standing strong despite years and years of neglect. Nathan seemed to catch on to what I was thinking about. The stallion did not look happy. He shook his head and snorted with a smile, calling me crazy. I told him that this could be our one shot. He agreed. Echo was confused. He asked us what we were talking about. Instead of explaining it to him, I decided to show him the very next day.

>We left Uncle Max's house in the early morning taking my truck to the location. We parked right outside the overgrown driveway. The faerie dragon got out and looked over the state of the building. He shuffled his feet on the cracked concrete looking disgusted. Turning to me, he jabbed a thumb at the crumbling complex and asked if this was my bright idea. I shrugged, telling him that it was probably cheap on the market as it was in such a sorry state. Nathan waded through the knee-high grass towards the porch staircase. While Echo and I were discussing the pros and cons (mostly cons) in the driveway, he set one foot on the wooden step. It creaked under his weight before crashing through. The two of us looked over at the horse who was slowly pulling his foot out from the broken step. The faerie dragon glared at me. I smiled and shrugged again.

>It was our last shot. My financial future was on the line, as was our living arrangement. Nathan mentioned that it'd probably take more money to fix than it was worth it. See, I already came up with a plan for that as well. It might be a little bit greedy, but I was thinking about adding a fee for renting the rooms in the building. Depending on how many tenants we got, this could become a lucrative investment. Nathan and Echo just stared at me. Despite being a wrestler, I did have a bit of a knack for finances and management. It comes from being raised by a CEO of a company. But, yeah, they both seemed to agree that it might work. If, and only if, we could find people willing to live here.

>I know what you guys are probably thinking. This was a pretty risky gamble for me to take. There was a high probability that I would probably be in debt for the rest of my life; that no one would be willing to rent in a run-down, dilapidated building. Yet, if I didn't take this opportunity, then I'd never know if it would work. Uncle Max had always taught me to take chances. Cause against all odds, the results may surprise you. Well, he said something like that. Maybe not word-for-word, but you get it. Sorry, I'll stop rambling.

>We had someone come back that very day to show us around. At first, the person thought we were pulling some sort of prank, but when they found out we were serious, they came on by lickity-split! The guy was actually pretty cute. He was a maned hyena, rather fast-talking with a sleazy kind of attitude. The dude reminded me of a used car salesman I saw on the commercials many times before. To him, this was a business opportunity. The four of us ascended the staircase, being very careful of the hole that Nathan had created previously. I gotta admit, the inside looked a whole lot worse than the outside. The entire place was falling apart. The wood was rotting and there was trash and graffiti all over the walls. A used mattress with piss stains was placed in the very middle of what looked like to be the common room. Echo whispered something about charming décor.

>I asked what the story behind this building was. The hyena mentioned it started out as a boarding house for students who couldn't afford to rent the high-end apartments around WHU, but who lived too far away to commute back and forth. Since the boarding house was just shy on campus borders, they could rent out rooms for cheap. So far so good! And then the war with Glypharius happened. The economy took a huge hit, and most of the residents evacuated back to their own home cities or towns. The University shut down for a while, too. Because of this, the boarding house lost its income and fell into disrepair. Despite them trying to sell it, the market for housing was utter shit. No one wanted to buy a house in a location that was under attack. So, it remained there, lost and forgotten for a year or so before the owner up and left.

>It's been abandoned for all this time.

>The relator mentioned he was surprised when I showed interest. They had lost all hope for selling it. I explained that I had something in mind, and that I need a somewhat suitable facility to house a fraternity. The look on his face made me cringe. He was trying to hard not to laugh. Perhaps it was the fact I said 'suitable', cause, let's be honest, this was a fucking hazard. Yet, nothing a little elbow grease and a lot of time and TLC couldn't fix up, right? Echo continued to look around, stepping over broken bottles and dodging cobwebs. Nathan went over to an elevator shaft in the middle and inspected it. He snorted.

>I turned to the hyena and asked him how much was he looking for. Granted, because it was in such a mess, I was hoping to get a discount on it. Like, a really big discount. Boy was I wrong. This fucking cleared his throat and said it would be estimated around $500,000! That's more than my tuition and Nate's combined, with enough left over to buy a coastal beach house! I was about to argue when Echolorial swooped on in and mentioned that was actually a fair price. At first, I'm like WTF dude. But then he mentions that boarding houses usually cost a lot due to their upkeep and rather numerous accommodations. However, he was willing to make a deal with us for a down payment. He was going to decrease it by over half the initial price since, to be honest, it was a huge fixer-upper.

>I was about to decline when Nathan interjected. He said the house was still in pretty good condition despite being so old even for Port Providence standards I had no idea what that meant entirely, nor did I even care. We could've discussed all day about the market price of the boarding house or the history of the building, but what it came down to was the astronomical price! It'd take fucking forever to pay it all off, even if we had a couple tenants to rent from us. There was also the cost of, oh I don't know, EVERYTHING! I'm pretty sure the pipes had to be checked, and we had to make sure there was no faulty wiring. Hell, I wasn't even into house repairs and I knew that this shit was gonna cost us a small fortune. A fortune that I didn't have.

>I started to grow discontent. So far, my idea for creating a fraternity was crumbling out from beneath me. It was looking like I'd have to come up with another plan. Echolorial must've seen how upset I was becoming. He went over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. The smell of lavender tickled my nose. The scent alone helped calm my nerves. The hyena looked between us three. He held the clipboard to his chest and flicked his ears a bit, asking if we were still interested. Nathan went over to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. He told me that if this is what I wanted, that I should go for it.

>Closing my eyes, I thought deep and long. To be very truthful, in the beginning this was just an idea to help pay for my college intuition. Maybe get some extra cash on the side. The more I dwelled on it however, the more selfish that reason became to me. That was what Trevor was doing. He was taking advantage of others to fund his own twisted desires. Not only that, but all those that supported him. Hank and Gustave. They knew that Trev was using the money for prostitution. I didn't want to become like the Doberman. Besides, I'm pretty sure there would be some desperate guys looking for cheap, affordable housing close to the college campus, right? Even if it was utter crap.

>I opened my eyes and looked to Nathan and Echo. They smiled. We came to a decision. And that's how I became the proud owner of a ramshackle boarding house. The hyena was overjoyed. We all chipped in with the down payment, pretty much everything that all of us had in our bank accounts. It was too late to back out now. We were stuck with this decision for better or worse. The three of us decided to order take out in celebration...something cheap as we didn't have a lot of money now. I tell you, Chinese food is the savior for the poor college group.

>So, fast forwarding to next week, I got a VERY angry call from Uncle Max, asking in a very demanding tone, why my bank account was empty. After two and a half hours explaining over the phone as to what transpired, the Rottweiler remained silent. This scared me. Usually when Uncle Max retains from speaking it's usually because he's trying to keep his anger in check. I braced myself for the worst scolding in my life. It never came. Instead, Max called me damned fool. There is no description to the relief I felt from those words. Sure, they were a tad mean, but it's better than having a Rottweiler in his mid-40s shouting at you. Sometimes he still treats me like a pup.

>He was proud of me, but also disappointed that I didn't tell him the truth. Yeah, to be fair that was my bad. Not only that, but the investment I made for the decrepit boarding house was a tad hasty. I'll admit, he was right about that as well. Oh, but it doesn't end there. I could tell by the way he was being passive aggressive that he was very upset with me. However, he couldn't be mad at me for sticking up for what was right and protecting a friend. It was something that Charlie, my dad, would do. I suppose he was proud of me in his own way, but really couldn't express himself in the way that he wanted. Uncle Max always had difficulty showing his emotions.

>Well, get this guys! To show just how proud he was of me for doing what was right, Uncle Max deposited 100K into my bank account! He said that the money was going towards the mortgage on the boarding house, nothing more. However, he said I was in charge of hiring repairmen to fix up the place, printing out leases for future tenants, and other financial housing bullshit that I barely knew anything about. In truth, this was his way of teaching me a hard lesson on life. Yet, I wasn't about to give up. Not yet.

>Later that day, Nathan asked what we should call our derelict Fraternity house. In truth I haven't thought of a name yet. I told him the good news. He seemed very pleased about it, even Echo was buzzing with excitement. Our only concern was finding people to rent out the rooms. The boarding house was three stories, and on the second floor was a total of 28 rooms with conjoining bathrooms between each two dormitories. The state of them was, well, foul at best. The plumbing was rusted; the light fixtures were faulty; there was no hot water; and the amount of termites in the woodwork...you know, typical shitty household problems for first-time owners.

>Nathan said he would tackle on the patch-up stuff, and Echolorial mentioned he might be able to make a flyer to post on the campus community board. So far we seemed to have a good plan in the mix. I took care of the mortgage and funding (thanks to Uncle Max), Nate would be in charge of finding cheap, but reliable repair folk, and Echo would send word out to Winchester Heights University student body about a possible, crappy boarding house Fraternity looking for tenants. The more I thought about it the more excited I became. And so, the rise of D.O.G was slowly becoming a reality. Hard to believe that it started out as such. When we look back on it, I cannot help but laugh. Well, that's all I have on that.

>But before I log off...I do have something to say. So, several days after we began to start on our renovation project on the boarding house, I got a text message from Hank. This was really surprising since I thought we cut ties from A.L.P. What he said filled me with great sorrow. Apparently, Trevor had fallen into a weird slump after the fiasco at the Fraternity. Others had discovered his lie and left A.L.P. I figured that served him right. Hank's message continued. Trevor started to drink heavily. It was just a couple beers a day, but then it got worse. He started to drink excessively straight from the bottle. Whiskey, vodka, rum, you name it he drank it. One day, he went out and never came back...he was missing for a day and a half before they found him.

>Trev...was found dead, his car smashed up against a telephone pole in the urban area about fifty miles out of the city. They don't know where he was going or why, but they did find empty bottles of liquor in the backseat of his car. He was probably smashed hardcore while driving, passed out from the amount of alcohol in his system. It hit me hard. I mean, fuck, looking back I still can't get over it. Hank told me he was sorry for everything, and that he wouldn't bother me. It took me a while to text back after recovering from the initial shock of Trev's death. I told Hank if he needed to talk or anything, I was here.

>So, yeah, when Echo and Nathan heard, they were utterly blasted back. We all felt responsible. But, then again, the Doberman always had a destructive personality. He made his choices in life, just as I made mine in the past. We can either learn and grow from them, or let them control us. I did not allow mine to control me, and instead I excelled in life. The three of us held a little candlelight vigil for Trev at Uncle Max's summer house. Even though Trevor was a grade-A douche master, he didn't deserve that happened to him.

>My thoughts when out to him and his family, and his friends. But, Trev's passing did leave me with something to contemplate on. In all honesty, he was a terrible Alpha. He treated his fraternity brothers like crap, and made us do a lot of his dirty work. He lied, he cheated, and he schemed to get through in life. I did not want to be like Trevor, yet what kind of Alpha would I be? Ha, damn I get really nostalgic when I drink. Sorry, bros. if I rambled on too long. Thanks for staying tuned and reading through. It really makes me happy all of you took the time to get this far in. Well, until next time...

>On the next Chronicles, we'll be delving into Nathan's story. Or possibly Echolorial's tale.

>You know what? You guys decided.

>Shall I do Nathan's story next?

>Or Echo's story.

>Either way, it's gonna be one hell of a ride. Take care, guys and gals! #signingoff