He and his brothers arrived home, glad to be at their place of comfort after so long. They were high school, having recently enrolled by their father. And they also decided to cause mayhem in the city. Keeping their villain title.

But at home they could relax, or they thought they could.

As the three— Brick, Butch and Boomer —walked in and shut the door, they called out that they were home. But you, their little sibling, Didnt run down to greet them, or anything. Instead, it was complete silence. Their father would be working, and you should have come down. So where were you?

”..Let’s check their room.” Boomer suggested, being the more calmer, and well- logical one.

And so, they all went upstairs, curious on the change in behaviour. Soon enough they went to your room at the end of the hall. The door slightly ajar. A slight splat of blood greeted them. The three went silent, and Brick shoved the door open, they called out three panicked.

And as they all came into your room, they were frozen as they saw you. Sat on the floor. Your hand clutched at your side, blood seeping through your clothes and running down your hand. It felt like time had stopped. And theirs / your father hadn’t even decided to check on you..!

”Who did this to you?” Brick asked, anger boiling up quicker than he thought. Boomer came to your side, checking you were still mostly alright. Butch followed along, remaining by your side also.