Alan was in the back storage room of the comic store he and his brother,Edgar,ran. No thanks to their parents,who remained on the couch behind the pay-desk,their shaded eyes glued to the t.v screen that flickered every-so-often. He balanced a massive cardboard box on his left arm as he reached up to the storage shelves with his right hand,collecting new comics to put in the bins out front. The front aisle was looking pretty empty at the moment,due to the regulars coming in; by regulars,this meant the 'Surf Nazi's' who would wander the store,then stuff any comics down their pants,or simply leg it out the store with the goods in hand.

A crash from out front made Alan jump,nearly dropping the box he was balancing. He caught the box,and looked towards the door he entered,out into the view of the comics. He couldn't see anything from where he was standing,so he dismissed it,thinking it was probably the front door,banging against the wall,or something. But,just as he was beginning to get back to his task,he heard Edgar yell out in pain,and crashes,followed by laughter. Now this definitely wasn't the front door.

Quickly placing the box down,he ran back to the front of the store and his breath caught in his throat as he assessed what had caused his brother to yell. Edgar had been thrown into one of the aisles,the aisle had tipped over and he was thrown to the floor,the comics spilling out around him - he hadn't moved for a good five minutes.

"Edgar!" Alan called out,rushing to his brother's side,just as he caught a glimpse of the Surf Nazi's running out the store,laughing. They held a couple more comics.

"You alright?" Alan asked,reaching out to grip Edgar's shoulder and shake it lightly. He eventually moved,groaning quietly as he sat up-right with the help of Alan,his hand reaching up to a cut to his forehead that his brother hadn't noticed.

Edgar pulled his hand away and noticed the smear of fresh blood on his palm. He frowned lightly and groaned again,slowly rising to his feet with his brother's arm around his waist.

"I'll be fine." Edgar said, a little too harshly as he removed himself from Alan's grip,before turning to look at the damage caused to the store. Those Surf Nazi's must have enjoyed themselves,as comic aisles were tipped over,some comics were thrown all over the place,and posters on the walls had been teared in half,hanging loosely off the walls.

"For once,I respect vampires." Edgar began,shaking his head lightly at Alan's shocked expression."No - I don't like them. But they're less troublesome,that's for sure." Edgar bent down to begin picking up the askew comics on the ground,straightening out the front covers,before he picked the aisles up with the help of Alan.

"What happened this time?" Alan asked,as he joined Edgar in picking up the comics. "I mean,they usually just grab the comics and go. But,they went as far as to hurting you." A hint of anger was in Alan's tone; though,to be fair,Alan always had a hint of resentment in his tone,but this time,it was slightly more venomous.

"I just..got in the way,that's all." Edgar said,letting out an exhasperated sigh."I'm sure they've had their fix for the night,so I don't think they'll come back again,any time tonight." Somehow,Edgar was unsure of his theory as he looked down at a ripped Batman comic in his hands. They sure hit them hard this time - literally. And he knew why,but he didn't wish to say.

The creak of the front door made the Frog Brothers look up,slightly alert,expecting it to be the Surf Nazi's again. But it wasn't. It was a very bewildered Sam Emerson.

"Woah,what happened here,guys?" Sam asked,looking wild-eyed at the damage in front of him."Hurricane hit?"

Edgar grunted and walked away.

"We got stormed by the Surf Nazi's again." Alan explained,looking over to his brother."Edgar got the brunt of it all,though." Almost instantly,Edgar reached up to the cut on his forehead without looking at the two.

Sam shook his head in disbelief."They're maniacs!" He shouted,making the Frogs' father snort awake,his blurry eyes looking around,before grinning lightly and falling back to sleep,with his head lolling back against the back of the couch."They're maniacs." Sam repeated,whispering this time,to avert waking again."Shouldn't you report this to the police,or something?" He asked,concern in his voice as he picked up some comics and began putting them back on the shelves,chronologically ordered and in the order such a character met such a character.

"Tch" Was Alan's response."The police are useless around here. Don't you see how many Missing people's posters are stuck up? And there's even some from three years ago." That gave Sam his answer,and he sighed.

"Well,I'm sorry,guys." Sam said,trying to add some sympathy."Let's hope it doesn't happen again. You're the only decent comic-book store there is." Alan smiled lightly at the small compliment.

Edgar had walked back to the two,a wad of tissue in his hand,pressed against his bleeding forehead. He had a frown set in his face."They will pay." He growled,taking away the tissue to see if the cut had stopped bleeding. It had. Edgar reached into his pant pocket and pulled out the red cloth tie,before winding it around his forehead and tying it at the back.

"Chill out,Rambo." Sam commented,laughing,but choked on his laugh when Edgar gave him 'the glare'.

"So,what are you doing here?" Edgar asked,"We've already given you two other vampire comics - I see no other reason why you'd come here." Alan looked at his brother with a crease in his forehead; he was being more rude than usual. What was up with him lately? Edgar flicked his eyes at Alan,before setting them back on Sam,who looked uncomfortable.

"What,can't I visit you guys?" Sam asked,trying to gain some points by pouting. But it didn't work,as Edgar and Alan stared at him blankly. "Alright. I've been hearing some rumours about...you." Sam nodded his head at Edgar,who only pressed his lips together in a thin line. Alan moved his eyes to his brother,curiously; whatever this rumour was,it probably had something to do with why Edgar was acting so strange.

"..What rumours?" Alan asked quietly,as could tell Edgar was getting agitated,and he was right when Edgar suddenly snapped.

"I know what rumours you mean,and it's not true." Before seething,and turning to walk away. But he turned around again,boring a hole through Sam."He doesn't need to know,so just leave,Sam." Alan's expression dropped as he stared,bewildered at his brother. He looked back at Sam,but the fashion victim had already left in a hurry,the front door banging against the wall as it was thrown open with some force.

Alan stood,confused and frozen to the spot,a comic in his hand as he didn't know what to do. Confront his brother,or resume working?