It was early, a regular Sunday morning when Jack Hunter roamed the kitchen of his apartment. Shawn and Eric were still asleep. Jack was always the first one to get up, to prehaps make breakfast or perhaps to just sit and stare at the television. The sun was only barely peaking on the horizon giving the apartment just enough light to see the outlines of overall objects. This morning, Jack made himself a ham sandwhich and debated as to what to do with the rest of the day. And he sat, and minutes turned into hours until daybreak was complete. At 9 am, Jack thought he heard some noise from Shawns room, but it left as quick as it came, and so Jack simply dismissed it. And then, at 10, there was a knock on the door.

'This early in the morning?' Jack wondered who it could be, and he opened the door.

On the other end of the door stood a tall white man, with spiked dirty blonde hair, a rough, pointed looking face, wearing a leather jacket, torn up jeans, and more chains on him than Jack could count. Behind this man were various other men wearing what seemed like the same outfit.

"Umm hello?" Jack raised an eyebrow at the man who was now giving him a tootthy grin.

"Well well, you must be Jack!"

"...Yes, he would be me."

"Eddie Hunter, oldest of the Hunter brothers, pleasure to meet you."

Eddie held out a hand for Jack to shake. Jack took the hand but looked taken aback. 'Hunter..?' At that moment, the door to Erics room flung open, and Eric, in nothing but a pair of duck patterened boxers walked out in a disgruntled state. The guys behind Eddie snickered a little.

"MATTHEWS!" Eddie laughed as though greeting an old best friend.

Eric looked up, "Eddie Hunter?"

"Damn striaght!" Eddie smirked "Aren't you supposed to be in high school now Matthews?"

Eric scoffed, "Aren't you still supposed to be in jail?"

"Meh, they let me off. But now what I have come for. Where oh where is my little brother?"