Tracy's long black and purple hair was miraculously staying mostly in place as he raced past Micheal who had idiotically challenged him to a race to their new house in Santa Carla. Tracy despite not liking Micheal at all had never backed down to a challenge and had raced towards the house, and Micheal's smirk fell off his face as he realized that no matter how hard he wished Tracy's unnaturally skinny frame would not blow off his bike and the small boy was probably waiting at the house now.
Micheal had been correct and he found Tracy sitting on the porch completely ignoring the seemingly dead man only a few feet from him.
"If he's dead does that mean we can go back to Phoenix?" Sam forever the hopeful puppy asked causing Lucy to shake her father a bit making the old man laugh and startle his family. Tracy simply started unloading his stuff and bringing it into his room, the two brothers teased him about the amount of makeup their adopted brother had in their before getting their own stuff, while complaining about the lack of TV obviously.
Tracy took his last box up the rickety worn down stairs and only then did he stop to look around his room, it wasn't to pretty and the walls needed fresh paint, but the bed was a full and that was better than his old twin and the drapes were a dark green which would stand out a bit with his mostly black and purple decor choices. He'd quickly gotten his belongings situated and the bed was now covered in a purple comforter with black flower patters and black pillows, and the wooden floor was mostly hidden under a black rug, then you got to the dresser which was the most surprising part of the room and if you haven't already been thinking that this boy must actually be a girl you will now. The dresser had two jewelry boxes some black nail polish and makeup all organized and laying out and then their was a flat iron, blow dryer, and set of different brushes and combs then to top that off beside the dresser in a large bag was a ton of hairspray. Tracy was not a girl, but he was constantly mistaken for one due to being unnaturally pale and skinny as well as being shorter than most and having girlish hips. If you were to ask he'd tell you he's not trying, and the look his heavily lined eyes would give you told you he wasn't lying.
Later when Micheal and Sam headed out to the amusement park Lucy sent the anti-social Tracy with them in hopes he'd come back a loving son. Of course her two boys had tried to be nice to her as they understood how hard life was for her, but Tracy didn't give a shit and he held to the firm belief that he was only their thanks to Lucy's inability to be mean. Micheal and Sam had been told many times not to try to change Tracy's thoughts by force, Lucy continually reminded her boys that Tracy hadn't grown up in a secure family and had been abused which was one of the reasons he was anti-social and had aphenphosmphobia. Aphenphosmphobia was fear of touch and Tracy had a major case, even a light millisecond touch would cause his heart to beat rapidly followed by a panic attack that he had to recover from by himself.
The boys were at a concert and while Micheal and Sam had gotten right into the crowd Tracy disappeared almost immediately. The minute Tracy found himself alone he changed to a creature of hell. Black wings that were torn to shreds could fly due to their size and the boys stick like frame , and his pale skin turned to an ashen grey. He breathed in and caught a scent, the wondrous aroma of a freshly dead corpse, drained of blood.