Chapter 1

"Sooner or later, you're gonna end up in the graveyard, Kris." Zack said as he slowly reached for his phone in his pocket to call his friend.

"What can I say; angels just love to sit on my shoulder." Kris said smirking. This was the fifth time he went in the hospital. And that was just this month.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, brother." Zack said to him.

"Hello, Mike. Could you help me? My brother got into an accident. Again. So, could you tell the teacher that I'm gonna be absent for about a week. I gotta take care of my brother." Zack said to him through the phone.

"Again? What is it this time?"

"He got into a fight. Again." Zack sighed as he stared at Kris. "Someone was getting on his nerves, so he gave the guy a good beating. Or was it the other way around?"

"I'm pretty sure it's the other way around, since Kris was the one who end up in the hospital. Sooner or later, he's going to end up in the graveyard."

"That's what I said. But he keeps ignoring me." Zack said, earning a glare from his brother.

"Well, whatever. Sure man, I'll handle it." Mike said and ended the call.

"You can't keep this up, Kris." Zack said to him. "It's gonna cost us, and you know it."

"I can handle myself, just shut up." Kris said with a rather angry tone. "Why should I even listen to you?"

"We are of the same age, and you're just a few seconds older than me." Zack said.

"We've talked about this over and over again. Trust me, I can handle myself. Plus, the other guy deserved it. He said some bad things." Kris said after he moved himself to a more comfy position on the bed.

"Yes, he said some bad things, but so did you. Just because he was being an asshole, doesn't mean you have to be one, too." Zack tried to get into his brother's head, but Kris wasn't having it. Zack just sighed after what he heard from his brother. He wanted to talk more, but he knew his brother wasn't going to change his thought. "I'm going home for a while. Call me if anything happens." He said heading towards the door.

Zack's Point of View

Me and Kris lived in a penthouse in The Plaza in Manhattan.

Wait, that was yesterday's dream.

Both of us lived in a cabin near a beach. It was the perfect area. A bit isolated, the morning is peaceful and so is the night. The beach is somehow empty, and really clean. It was one of our parents' houses. Noticed the 'was' instead of 'is'? Yeah, they're gone.

They died when both of us were still very little. All of their belongings were passed down to us, and our uncle took care of us until we were 15. And then he died.

Not a really good start, though.

Anyway, since then, both of us tried to balance our school hours and work hours, but it didn't seem to work. Both me and my brother got fired from a job too many times, and it's for the same reason. 'Late'. We couldn't help it though, school interfered with our schedule way too much.

Now, both of us are sixteen, going to the same school. Well, used to, until my brother dropped out. He said that all the school's stuff bothered his schedule. So, after he dropped out, he got a job that at least can support both me and Kris. I stopped working, and focused more on my studies. My brother, being the older brother, focused more on work, getting money for both of us.

Truth be told, we shouldn't be worrying about money. Our parents and uncle were rich, and since their belongings were handed to us, it made our life easier. But it didn't seem right. Sooner or later, the money will run out, right?

I'm pretty much the head of the family. All my brother needs to do is provide us with money, and I promised that I'll take care of things like washing the dishes and taking the trash out and stuff like that.

So, that sums it all up. Even though he's a pain in the neck, he's still my brother. If any of us had a problem, we'd share it. I rarely see brothers do that nowadays, but that's because they had their parents. We didn't have anyone to share with, except for both of us.

I'm guessing most of you guys are wondering why Kris has been to the hospital so many times. He's the kind of guy that can't take critics from people he hates, and he has a bad temper. Once people start talking bad about him, he'll flip.

As I was walking home, my phone rang. I answered the call and it was Kris.

"Zack? Where are you? Buy me some drinks when you come back here. The hospital serves weird drinks, man." Kris said and made a disgusted sound.

"Sure. You want some food?" I asked.

"Would be nice."

"Okay, I'll get you something." I said as I ended the call. To be exact, he can watch over himself if he's in the hospital. He doesn't need a babysitter. But I just thought that he'd be lonely if he has no friends. Or probably I'll be lonely. Plus, I get to watch him suffer.

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After a while, I headed back towards the hospital with some junk food and some drinks. As soon as I arrived, I found out that he was already asleep.

"-Reported that a mild storm will hit Manhattan tonight. Citizens are advised to stay at home and-" I heard the news reporter say on the TV.

"Well, it's gonna be one of those nights again, huh? Another uncomfortable sleep, I guess." I said and lay down at a sofa near the window. I must tell you, taking care of my brother is boring, it really is. But this has got to be the worst.

Yet.

I tried to sleep, tried to ignore, tried to cover my ears with a pillow, but it just won't disappear. My brother's snore tonight is completely outrageous and irritatingly loud. It's like sleeping next to a jet that's about to take off. So I went out of the room and lay at a bench nearby. It wasn't comfy, but at least it was quiet.

Not for long.

A few minutes later, I woke up. I totally forgot about the storm.

The next day (let's just skip the storm part, unless you want to get bored or something.)

So, I decided to go to school. Yep, it was boring as hell in the hospital. I'm sure my brother will be fine.

"Zack? I thought you-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I changed my mind." I cut off Mike's words.

"Well, that's that. Come on." He said as he gestured me to move forward.

As I made my way at the hallway, I heard some of the students murmured something.

"Got into a fight . . . Bleeding . . . Forget my lunch."

"Hey, Mike." I called him and he raised an eyebrow. "Anything happened yesterday?"

"Well, there's this new kid. Umm, Brian, if I'm not mistaken. And someone puked at the cafeteria. Oh, and there was a big fight yesterday, huge one." He said as he was unlocking his locker.

"What do you mean?"

"There were two person involved, punches, kicks, head butts and splattered blood." He said. "Like I said, a huge one."

"What was the cause?"

"A sandwich." He smiled. "For a normal sandwich, people would actually kill each other. Weird world." He continued. I didn't say anything after that; I grinned and closed my locker. We then head towards our class.

The rest of the day became like any other normal day at school. Boring. I was daydreaming when suddenly there was a weird shadow beside a tree. It was blurry, but I was sure it was there. I kept my gaze on the thing. The more I looked, the more it became clearer. It had a feminine shape, with the breas-

"Zack." The teacher called me. My attention turned towards the teacher in front. "Having fun?" He asked. Most of the students chuckled, and I was trying hard to cover my embarrassment.

Everyone did their own work while the teacher said things about pillows and Atlantis. At least that's what I heard. The day went on quickly than I expected, and it was recess. Both me and Mike head towards the cafeteria.

"How's your brother?" Mike asked.

"I'm sure he's fine." I shrugged as I took a sip of my milk.

"Aren't you worried?" Mike asked. "That's like, the third time this month."

"Fifth." I corrected Mike.

"Oh, that many?" He laughed.

"There's nothing I can do. You know how he is. Plus, he should have died a long time. But I don't know, his bones are probably made out of steel or something." I joked.

"I know, I know." Mike grinned. "He is still crazy though." Mike muttered. After that conversation, we finished our food and talked about other things.

"Hey Brian!" Someone shouted from one of the tables. Everyone's attentions were focused on the guy. He was one of the school's bullies. Always picking on the weaker and newer, showing he's the tough guy. I then looked at Mike in the eyes, asking mentally 'the-new-kid'? Mike understood and nodded, though I didn't know he the fuck did he understood what I meant with just a look in the eyes. "I know you're there, stop hiding, you little wuss." The guy who shouted smirked.

I looked around and saw a kid who wore a black jacket and jeans. He used the jacket's hood to cover his face. I suspected that was Brian, the new kid. Some of the students focused their attentions towards him, so that just confirmed my suspicions.

"I heard you're rich and all. You think you own this school, don't you?" The guy smirked. I didn't know the bully's name, nor did I have any intentions of doing so. I don't want to include a person whom I know has bad personalities in my inner circles, if you know what I mean. But I wondered what his problems were, suddenly saying that when everyone else was minding their own business. "Come on, show yourself." The bully started looking around. I then saw Brian tried to leave the cafeteria.

Tried.

As he was nearing the door, a group of students, five or six of them, blocked his path. They must have been the bully's friend. From the situation, I knew things wouldn't end well for the new kid. The bully started walking towards him; his knuckles were white from clenching it to hard. He was ready to beat the shiznick out of Brian.

What's shiznick anyway? It sounds right.

"I've always hated rich people. They think they own the world." The bully said, lifting his right hand, about to give Brian a black eye.

"I suggest you to stop it right now." I said from behind, just before the bully was going for the punch. The bully then turned his head around and searched for the person who said that.

"Here we go." Mike sighed as he kept looking at the desk. I didn't know what I was doing, I just didn't like this guy. "Don't hurt him too bad, okay?" Mike grinned. I just shrugged.

"Which motherfucker said that?!" The bully said, completely pissed. I then stood up.

"Maybe your brother influenced you. Proud?" Mike said sarcastically.

"Stop it. He just transferred in, leave him alone." I said.

"What, you're his babysitter now? You're gonna look after his pussy?" The bully said.

"Fight me and Brian might have to look after yours."

"I'm gonna fucking kill you." The bully said and clenched his fists. The other bullies followed him, letting go of the new kid.

"Go, Brian. I got this." I gestured Brian to run.

"You're tough now?" The bully said.

"Finally," I smirked and cracked my knuckles, just to get on his nerves. "It's been a long time since I had this kind of adrenaline."

Mike's Point of View

Well, looks like the recess isn't going to end well. I felt sorry for him.

For the bully, of course. I'm not even worried at Zack.

You see, this guy has a switch in his head. It's a 'good and bad' switch. Even though he is nice, when he gets mad, he can be a cruel asshole. I won't be surprised if the bully will end up breaking a bone or two.

"Someone call the ambulance," I shouted. "Tell them to bring six body bags." I smirked. Zack then sprinted his way to where the bully was standing. Right hook, left hook, a right uppercut and a three sixty roundhouse to the chest was enough to make him stumble and pass out (I don't even know what a roundhouse is; it sounded right).

The other bullies were looking at each other, frighten. If they backed out, everyone's gonna see that all of them are just full of talk.

"So," Zack smirked. "Who's next?"

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Let's just say that after that, the bully was voluntarily forced to say that he fell and hit his head hard when he confronted the teacher.

After the little show at the cafeteria, we headed to the classroom. Some of the girls were saying 'hi' and winking at Zack. He just shrugged it off. "Zack!" A voice shouted from behind. Both of us turned and saw Brian.

"Hey, what's up?" Zack said and smiled.

"Thanks, for protecting me just now. God knows what he'll do if you didn't stand up for me." Brian said and offered a hand. Zack followed suit as he shook hands with Brian.

"First, he's gonna beat the shiznick out of you." I said. Brian had a confused look on his face.

"What does that mean?" Brian asked.

"Don't know, but it sounded right." I grinned. Zack and Brian managed a chuckle.

"It's okay, man. I hated bullies anyway." Zack said. I then realized that the cloud suddenly got dark. "It's going to rain soon." Zack said. Some of the students there didn't seem to notice. We had go through the open plains to get to our classroom.

"Let's go." I said and ran to the nearest place for a shelter. Just as we started running, the weather got really, really, really, mad. The rain got really heavy. "The fuck?!" I said as we ran to a nearby tree.

Moments later, thunder rumbled. The first one was just behind us. All three of us looked at each other. "Fucking run!" Brian yelled. The slippery conditions and the blurry visions I had didn't help at all.

Zack's Point of View

What in the actual fuck is going on?

The second thunder rumbled, and this time, it was really, really beside me. "Faster, dude. That was really close!" Brian yelled.

"No shit." I muttered. Just as the tree was a few meters away, I could see that the other students were already under the roof. Just a few more steps and I'll be-

Boom!

Author'sNotes: And I have to end it here. It's something that has been lingering in my head for a while. Leave a review on what do you think about the story. Is it good? Bad? Also give me some idea on what to write on the next story. Have a great day ahead, and until then, take care.