A/N: Hi guys. I'm MikaylaMakoola. This is my first Kids Next Door story, so I'm a little nervous. I wrote this because I've been obsessed with Kids Next Door lately. I literally watched the first four seasons in a week. But anyways, as I was watching I started watching for Chad. I thought they did a really good job with his character. So, I decided to write a Chad story. Please review. I really want to know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kids Next Door. If I did there would be a lot more Chad.

PROLOGUE-

They tell me that I could be one of the best. They tell me that I have potential. They tell me that if I would just let them train me, I could be amazing. They tell me that I'm making a mistake by shooting them down. They tell me that I'll regret it.

But I tell them that I won't. I tell them that it's not worth becoming the best, because it only lasts for a little while. I tell them that I know what they do, and I don't want to be a part of it. I tell them that joining them would be the mistake. And trust me, I would know. I've seen someone's life turned upside down all because of them. I saw his whole personality change. I've had a front row seat for all the troubles they caused. And I've decided that I really hate the Kids Next Door.

My name is Cassidy Dickson. I guess I might as well stop there. I'm sure you've already made an assumption about me. You saw my last name. That terrible, awful last name. And now your mind has jumped to my terrible, awful older brother. The brother who was completely changed by that stupid organization. You may tell me it was for the better. That he became one of the best operatives the Kids Next Door has ever had. That he was better for it. You would be wrong.

It's true, when he was a Kids Next Door operative he was a good person. He was friendlier than normal. Less likely to pick on me. Kinder. I was starting to consider joining them. I loved them for making my brother a more considerate person.

Then he turned thirteen. I can't even begin to explain what it was like. Here, let me give you a glimpse of a few days after he was scheduled for decommissioning...


My eyes shot open as I heard a loud scream of pain coming from the room below mine. I fought back the panic that was rising in my throat as I reminded myself that it was just Chad. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding in and rolled over to stare at the bright green numbers of my clock. 5:32. It was five in the morning. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to be awake. It was summer, and I never woke up before noon during the summer time. I may have only been ten years old, but I had the sleeping habits of a teenager.

I heard the sound of Chad's fist connecting with the concrete wall, followed shortly by an angry howl.

He had been doing this for the last two days. His knuckles were bloodied, his hands were swollen and purple. He simply wrapped them in gauze and refused to let our parents' see what they actually looked like. They knew what he was doing, but he wouldn't allow them to help him. They had tried to explain to him that he wouldn't change anything by hurting himself, but he wouldn't listen. He just needed an outlet for his frustration. Mom and dad were going to buy him a punching bag. They said it would help. I figured it was worth a shot. The only problem was that they just thought he was a teenager going through a breakup or something. How did they word it? Oh yes. "Coping with his issues." I knew it was far more than that. He had stopped hanging out with his old friends completely. In fact, he barely ever left his room at all. And when he did, he would just glare at everyone. The other day, my dad had invited one of the guys from work over. The guy had made the mistake of calling Chad "kid". Chad had exploded. He freaked out, insisting he was no longer a kid. That's when I knew something wasn't right. I attempted to talk to him, but he had just told me I would never understand. He said I was just "another stupid brat". It had hurt more than I would ever admit.

I tried to shake these thoughts out of my head. I clutched my Feel Better Soon Rainbow Monkey as Chad hit the wall again.

I then knew that I couldn't take it anymore. I threw the covers back and gently sat down my Rainbow Monkey. I took a deep breath. As scared of Chad as I was, I knew I needed to do this. I got up and walked towards my door. I reached towards the doorknob, but glanced back at my bed. It was much safer underneath my covers. And if I put my pillow on my head it would muffle Chad's yelps of pain... No, it had to be done.

I flung open the door and shuffled down the hallway. I reached the stairs to the basement and gulped. Chad's room was in a room that lead off of the basement. I knew this was the point of no return. Mustering every ounce of bravery in me, I quietly opened the door and tiptoed down the stairs.

"I hate them!" Chad's yell echoed through the basement. Right after it came the sound of his knuckles smashing into the wall.

I cringed and slowly walked towards his room. Finally, I rested my hand on the doorknob. I was shaking. Ignoring my terror, I turned the knob.

"Mom, dad, I told you I'm fine!" Chad immediately said, hiding his hands behind his back. He saw me and his gaze hardened. "Oh. It's you."

"Hi Chad." I said softly, leaning up against the doorframe. "Are you okay?"

He scowled. "I'm fine, twerp. Go back to bed."

I didn't move. "Are you really?"

"Yes. Leave." His eyes shone with fury.

I still didn't budge. "I'm worried about you."

"Don't be."

"I can't help it. You're my brother and I... I'm scared."

His expression softened a little when I said that. He pulled his hands out from behind his back and he started towards me, his brotherly instinct kicking in. "Why are you scared, Cass?" He asked gently.

"You're hurting yourself." I pointed at his hands and realized my eyes were watery.

He blinked and looked down at his hands in confusion. His eyes widened. It seemed to really hit him. He finally saw the damage he was doing to himself. "Oh."

"I don't like it."

He came forwards and put an arm around me. "I don't like it either. I'm just upset."

I gazed up at him sadly. "Why?"

He let go and strode back to his bed. "It's not important." He said sharply. "You should go. Now. Get out of here, brat."

My lip quivered and he swallowed. I may have been scared of him because he was Mr. Tough-Guy, but he was scared of my crying. He knew it attracted parental attention and filled him with guilt. Both things he avoided at all costs.

"Oh no. No, no. Don't cry. Please don't cry."

It was one thing when there were just tears. It was another when I was truly blubbering. I let out a sniffle, knowing it was working. He would cave eventually.

"Come on." He pleaded. "Don't cry."

I let out a shuddery sob.

"Okay, okay, you can stay. Just stop crying!"

I was immediately happy again. I beamed at him and flounced over to his bed. I hesitated to sit down. Last time I sat on his bed, he had given me the worst noogie of my life. I rubbed my head and winced, recalling the incident.

Chad noticed me rub my head and I could tell he knew why I was showing reluctance. "You can sit down. Just this once."

I smiled faintly and took a seat. I then looked up at him, waiting for some sort of explanation.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He sighed and turned his eyes to the ceiling. "Ugh. You want to know why I've been so..." He glanced at his hands and held them up so I could see them. "Like this?"

I nodded.

A sad but yet still angry look crossed his face. "It's because they kicked me out, Cass. I escaped before they could decommission me, erase my memory, but they still kicked me out. I've been running that joint since I was eight! And now I'm thirteen and suddenly I'm the bad guy!"

"The Kids Next Door kicked you out? But... I thought you were the leader."

"I was." He said bitterly. "But not anymore. After all I did for them, they get rid of me! Like I'm worthless! Like I'm trash! Why shouldn't I just go to the teens? I am one after all! Cree made an offer but I turned her down. But I could go back. I could. I could give away all the Kids Next Door secrets. Every one of them!"

I was wide-eyed. "Are you going to?"

"Maybe I will." His voice was harsh and, in that instant, I didn't recognize him. He wasn't my mean, but somehow lovable, brother. He was someone else. Someone cruel and merciless. It was gone a second later. He just seemed tired. "I don't know."

"Well whatever you do..." I bit my lip. "No more hurting yourself, okay? Promise?"

He stared at me for what seemed like a really long time. Then he finally nodded. "Okay, I promise. I'll stop punching the wall."

"Pinky promise?" I held out my smallest finger.

He groaned. "Ah, Cass, that's for kids..."
I glared at him stubbornly. "Pinky promise!"

He sighed and gave in, interlocking his finger in mine. "Okay. I pinky promise."

"That's all I ask." I smiled a watery smile and hugged him. "I love you, Chad."

He went completely rigid for a second. We never really hugged. He would comfort me with a hug every now and then, but we never really had heartfelt moments. And I definitely didn't ever say I loved him. I was normally too afraid I was going to be given a wedgie for it. But then he surprised me. He hugged me back. "I... I love you too, Cassidy."


It's true, that was a pretty good moment. And sure enough, he did stop punching his wall. Mom and dad did follow through and buy him that punching bag, but he never needed to use it. He had made a promise, and he kept it. I was pretty happy.

But that didn't last long. Soon he stopped hiding in his room. He began hanging out with some new friends. They concerned me. They were big and stupid-looking. They guffawed at basically everything and called me a "snot-nosed brat". I didn't like them. I told Chad this but he just rolled his eyes. His exact words were, "Relax, Cass. The Kids Next Door moved on and so did I. I've found a new group of friends."

"Can I hang out with you?" I asked eagerly.

"Sorry. They're anti-kid."

And that was that. He was officially a Teen Ninja. It all went downhill from there.

Now, you're probably scolding me. Saying, "Stupid girl! You don't know your facts. Chad is actually a Kids Next Door operative in disguise. He was pretending to be a Teen Ninja the whole time."

Well, you're completely wrong. He was approached by the Kids Next Door again a few weeks after his decommissioning. They gave him the offer, but it was too late. His heart was already one of stone. He faked a smile and said yes only so he could spy on them for the teens.

It was at this point that I knew the Chad I had respected and admired was gone. The person that had replaced him was not someone I cared for. And I blamed the Kids Next Door.

I still do. It's their fault that my brother is evil. And someday, I will get my revenge. But right now... My only concern is getting my brother back.