Happy Easter, everyone! Hope you're spending the day hunting eggs with family and friends. This story is in honor of a life gone far too soon, R.I.P Paul Walker, the world loves and misses you greatly! One of the best actors we were lucky enough to have seen.

Lewis could have slept his hangover away forever as he laid upon the lumpy hotel mattress, if only that incessant knocking would freaking stop.

"Fuller, get the door" with no reply and a quirk of the blondes nose Lewis groggily opens his cerulean eyes.

"Fuller?" Glassy blues taking in the sight of the dark motel room as another, much louder knock smacks upon his door.

Begrudgingly, Lewis rose to an upright position, slowly leveling his shaky feet with the carpet, mumbling incoherently as he begins to wake.

Looking around, his brother was nowhere in sight, Lewis wasn't given anymore time to ponder the missing man's whereabouts as another round of harsh knocks echo.

"Alright, Alright already ... I'm coming" States the blonde as he slowly makes his way to the door, his drunken state ailing his ability to think clearly.

All the signs were there that something wasn't right, yet his brain wasn't processing much of anything. Instead Lewis unlocks and opens the hotel room door.

...

Fuller and Venna continued to drink as the night went on, a little voice in the back of his head was screaming at him not to do this, Lewis loved Venna and would never forgive him.

On the other hand, his brother was passed out drunk and he'd never know what they'd done, right? One look at a slowly falling over Venna sealed the deal.

The girl was talking nonsense at this point, Fuller pretended he didn't see that sparkling in her eyes as they joked about Lewis and younger siblings.

They sat upon the bed staring at each other before Fuller slowly leaned forwards, startling a topsy Venna in the process.

Fuller slowly lifts the blondes head up to face him and also helping hold her steady, their faces are now inches apart and growing closer and closer.

Fuller's lips had just barely grazed with hers when the shrill ringing of the phone ruined their moment. Venna reaches over to answer when Fuller lunged.

"I got it!" The phone is placed over his right ear "Sorry, we're a bit busy in here, why don't you wait a couple of hours and try again, Alright?"

With that Fuller hangs up the phone "Well, that takes care of that." Venna stares in disgust at her crushes elder brother

"Look Fuller, you're a great guy, but I'm just not interested in you like that." The girls arms now crossed in front

Fuller lowers his head, he knew this would happen, his only chance was when his brother was passed out and she was blindly drunk.

A sudden rage came over the male, why was he always the one getting the lousy side of life? He's the one who went to jail, he's the screw up in the family, the literal black sheep.

Lewis got everything, his little brother was even taller than him for crying out loud! Just once he wanted something bad to happen to the younger blonde. Was that too much to ask the perfect son to mess up?

The ringing of the phone echoed throughout the room, no doubt it was Lewis calling for his sweetheart. Scratch that, his brother would unceremoniously show up at the door, this guy was just being an asshole. Fuller brushes past Venna and grabs the phone.

"Listen you ass, we don't want you calling here anymore, Alright? Now for the last fucking time goodbye!"

Fuller went to slam the phone when he heard his little brothers terrified scream on the other end. "Lewis!"

Venna jumps off the bed, moving to the other side of Fuller in alarm.

"Still wanna hang up on me, Black Sheep? Or should I call you, Fuller?" Comes the gravelly voice of Rusty Nail

Fuller's knuckles tighten on the phone "You sick bastard! Where's Lewis?"

Rusty laughs before going silent, promoting Fuller's anger even more "God damn it! Where is he?"

"Leave the girl, get in the car and drive." Orders Rusty "You come alone, or your little brother and me will have some real fun."

Fuller throws the phone at the dial tone, fists smacking into the now dented walls "Fuck!"

Venna reels in shock and fear "Fuller, what the hell is going on? Who was that? Why does he have Lewis?"

Fuller continues punching the wall, this was all his fault. He never should have made Lewis play that stupid prank "His names Rusty Nail, he's a truck driver."

Venna runs her hand through her hair "Why did he take Lewis? What does he want from you?"

That question Fuller has no clue how to answer, this psychopath stalked, hunted and now kidnapped his brother all because of a lame joke? "I don't know"

"You don't know? How can you not know? This guy kidnapped Lewis! Obviously, he knows where you are cause he called here! What the hell is going on?"

Fuller takes hold of Venna's shaking shoulders, she really has it bad for Lewis "It was just a joke, alright? This guy needs some serious help, like strong drugs and shit."

Venna stares, eyes welling up with tears as Fuller continues "He killed a guy, ripped his jaw clear off, tried killing us, smashed through a truck and now he's taken Lewis, that's what's going on Venna!"

The phone rings once more, both pairs of eyes widen at the thought of who's on the line "Look just stay here or find a police station, I'll get Lewis"

Fuller races out the door, Venna watching him over the guard rails in fear. She wanted nothing more than to go with, but her gut was saying to stay away.

Fuller grabs his brother's keys and jumps into Lewis's shitty Ford, tires screeching as he races to the freeway.

A part of him wanted to run away, go to the police and get the hell off the highway, but he couldn't abandon Lewis.

This psycho must have known that, he'd figured out they're brother's, knew their names "God fucking damn it! Shit!"

A blue sign up ahead catches Fuller's complete attention, spray painted at the bottom was the word LOOK

Fuller's head follows the sign as another one approaches, words spray painted IN THE

Another swivel of the head and another sign greets the male TRUNK

It wasn't until the final sign is seen that Fuller is halting to a stop, the final words of the message FULLER

The car is put into park as the man reaches the trunk, inserting the key into the lock, lid slowly opening to reveal the CB radio he'd tossed before picking up Venna.

Fuller removes the item from the trunk to begin plugging it back inside the car, he'd put the damn thing back and give this fucker a piece of his mind.

Just listening was out, not while the son of a bitch had Lewis, driving to the nearest town, Fuller turns the knob to channel 23 before taking hold of the speaker "Where's my brother?"

The radio remains quiet minus the channels own static sounds "Fucker, I know you're there! Put my little brother on this thing right now!"

"Ba-ba-Black Sheep, lookin for Candy Cane?" Laughs Rusty Nail "Oh that's right, I don't mean my Candy Cane ... I mean yours."

"Man, that was just a joke, a laugh! What the hell is the matter with you?It. Was. Just. For. Fun!" Retaliated Fuller

"Lewis, you know minus the hair down to his shoulders ... he described himself perfectly. A perfect Candy Cane."

"You're sick! Put Lewis on right fucking now!" Fuller wouldn't stand for this, the way this guy was describing his brother had him on edge.

"You know when a corpse can't be identified? The next of kin, no one to claim the body."

Fuller shakes his head at the threat, trying not to picture his little brother on the autopsy table "I get it man, you made your fucking point."

Rusty Nail takes a deep breath "What they do is, they cut off all the fingers, all ten of em."

Fuller hits into the steering wheel in fury, car swerving in the process "And then they cut off the jaw. They cut off the persons jaw."

Fuller's eyes widen, mouth open agape "Listen man, shut the fuck up! I'm done playing."

"And then they put it all in a jar, they put in a jar with some number on it."

"I said shut the fuck up!" Screams Fuller "You do anything like that, no? Anything at all to Lewis and I'll kill you myself! Run your ass over with your own fucking truck! You got that? Copy that?"

Small female gasps begin over the radio, no way those were coming from Lewis "Hey man what the hell are you doing?"

The gasps slowly grow in intensity, turning into full blown screams of pain "What the fuck man? Leave the girl alone!"

Fuller could have sworn he'd heard that voice before, did he know this girl? "V ... Venna?"

Rusty chuckled as the screams turned into chocking "Black Sheep, I wasn't sure which would hurt you more."

A slicing sound and liquid echo, deep down Fuller knew he was listening to a murder "Fuck you man! Is this what you call fun? You're hurting people!"

Chuckles, slice and liquid keep repeating as if on a loop, the girls screams now lessen "Mother fucker! Stop, what the hell do you want?"

"I just wanna have some fun, man. It's all a joke" answers Rusty

"No, this is fucking kidnapping, torture and murder! There's nothing funny about this! You're going to jail for the rest of your god damned life!"

"You'll play my game, Fuller. Or the next person I take apart piece by piece will be your brother. You already lost one Candy Cane, can't lose another, man."

Sudden realization hits, Fuller did know that voice, it was a female he'd met earlier that day ... Only it wasn't Venna

"Charlotte ... You made me listen as you fucking killed her!"

"You don't feel like meeting me at a motel later do you?" Questions Rusty

"Hell no man, I'm not meeting your ass anywhere besides a fucking jail cell!"

Rusty sighs "And here I thought you cared about Lewis, guess I was wrong."

Fullers eyes widen at the next sound heard, the voice he'd been begging to hear all fucking night "Lewis!"

Rusty rips the tape gag from Lewis's lips, the blonde still reeling from the harsh slap he was just given "Man, we're sorry! Ok? It was a joke, we never should have done it, we. Are. Sorry!"

Fuller couldn't believe his ears, Lewis was alive and apologizing "Don't apologize to that bastard, Lewis!"

"Shut up, Fuller! It's your damn fault we're fucking in this mess!" Yells Lewis, blue gaze never wavering from his captor "Please, please just let me go!"

Rusty grabs hold of Lewis's blonde locks of hair "But I'm not done yet, Lewis. Fuller still doesn't get how it feels to be the brunt of the joke."

"No, no! He gets it, right Fuller? Tell him you get it and you're sorry!" Screams Lewis, hands tugging at the chains holding his arms over his head.

Fuller remains silent, his pride was too big for him to swallow, truth is the man's selfishness was going to get the last person who cared about him killed.

"Fuller!" Yells Lewis, But is still greeted with silence. Rusty leaned forward with the glossy tape regaining the blondes full attention.

"No, wait! You don't have-" Rusty holds the adhesive over Lewis's mouth and begins to wrap.

"God damn it! Leave Lewis alone, I'm sorry, ok? I fucked up! I always do but my brother is a good person! So leave him the hell alone!" Snaps Fuller

"You don't feel like meeting me in a motel later do ya?" Ignores Rusty, the man double checking the chains holding Lewis are tight and secure.

Fuller growls while picking up speed "I'll do whatever you want."

"Meet me at the next town, Medford room 17, midnight. Do not be one minute late and if there's anyway you can bring a bottle of pink champagne ... That's my favorite."

Fuller makes no response, just continues driving. Each time he passes a sign he knows he's one mile closer to Lewis.

He'd stupidly gotten his brother into this mess, he'd brought this murderer into both of their lives and he'd be damned before he lets the guy take out the last person to ever care about him.

That wish he'd made before, when he'd said something bad should happen to Lewis, he hadn't meant it. God he wished he could go back and stop himself from ever buying that fucking radio.

"It's gonna be alright, I'm gonna get Lewis and we're gonna put this fucker behind bars ... Everything's going to be ok."