A/N: Ok, so this first chapter could get confusing, but just bear with me please and some thing I KNOW aren't how they really are, and you'll get what I mean when you read it. Please read & review!
Detective Ethan Hunt walked out of the elevator on the 2nd floor of the hospital. He looked at all the doors looking for Room 229. He was assigned to a case of a young man who had been attacked by an unknown person. According to the victim, the attacker was wearing a mask and had knocked him out within seconds. This was only Ethan's third case he had done, his first one wasn't the best, the second was better and he wanted his third to be the best. Third times the charm right? Of course, Ethan didn't want to ever mess up again after what had happened at his old job as a mechanic.
In fact, Ethan Hunt wasn't his real name. No, he didn't legally change it; it was his detective name for 2 reasons. One, he didn't want to be seen as the guy who had messed up at a mechanic job, especially since he was so good with cars. The second reason was that so no one could track him down, as in no one from the old days back in Tulsa. Right now he was in Montana, had been there for a long time now it seemed, after that huge fight with his best friend he moved to Montana for a bigger mechanic job he was offered.
But enough of that for now, we'll focus on the past later. Ethan had finally found Room 229 and walked in with barely giving a thought to knock. "Mr. Youngblood?" Ethan asked the young man on the hospital bed.
"Yeah, that's me," he answered.
"Hi, I'm Detective Hunt, and I'll be helping out with your case and to find who had attacked you."
"Great, so when do I get out of this hospital?"
"Well," Ethan looked over the patient, "in your condition, maybe not for a week or two, what did the doctors say on that?"
"They really didn't give me an exact answer."
"Alright, well according to here your name is Dean Youngblood?"
"That's right."
"So why don't you start with telling me what happened, if all you can remember."
"Well, I was coming back to my apartment from hockey practice and when I was about to unlock it, I found that the lock had been tampered with. Plus the fact I heard a slight noise on the other side of the door…"
"What kind of noise?"
"Well, I think whoever this person was, had heard me come up or something, so it sounded like he or she was trying to hide or something."
"Ok, go on."
"So after the noise I first thought 'someone's in my apartment' and I was trying to be cautious, but once I got two steps past the door entrance, I was knocked out."
"Well, the police couldn't find anything that could have hit you, so we're thinking your attacker had something with him or her, or they stole it from you to hide DNA and such. Can you describe the attacker in anyway that you have or haven't told the police?"
"I don't know much, the attacker was about 6 feet tall, maybe a little less but barely, they were wearing a black and white ski mask thing. It was all black and I think there was a white star…somewhere, I don't remember. That's all I really remember Detective."
"Alright, well do you know anyone who could have done this?"
"I have one idea, but it's impossible."
"Please share."
"Well I was thinking my older brother, but I haven't seen or heard from him in quite a few years."
"Why would your older brother do this?"
"Well, before I moved here, I had the biggest fight with him and my younger brother, we all got so frustrated with each other and none of us ever spoke to each other again. I've wanted revenge on them, the fight was so terrible, but I've kind of gotten over it, but I've wondered if any of my brothers would want revenge on me."
"What was the fight about?"
"Never mind…I just hate thinking about it, but there's one other reason it would be impossible for him to have found me."
"What's that?"
"Because…Dean Youngblood…isn't exactly my real name."
"It's not?"
"No, I changed it, so that none of my brothers could find me here in Montana."
"Did you change it legally?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Ok, well I kind of have some more questions on this, um, why do you only consider your older brother and not your younger?"
"Because my older brother was always a big guy, the 6 foot tall deal."
"But, you said it's been quite a few years, couldn't your little brother have grown?"
"My little brother was always shorter then average a bit, but I guess he could have grown, but my little brother would never do such a thing."
"You also said you have wondered if any of your brothers wanted revenge."
"Yeah."
"So, do you really think your little brother could have?"
"I don't know, the fight, or anything I guess could have changed his personality, but I don't know.
"Ok, now why did you move here to Montana? Was it just random?"
"Yeah, well no, there was one reason."
"What's that?"
"Well you see, before my brothers and I had that fight, about 7 months before, my best friend and I had this big fight."
"What was this big fight about?"
"Ok so, my best friend and I use to work at this garage and gas station place, I usually worked the pumps, him the cars, because he was the best mechanic in town. And our boss was showing us these garages in other towns that paid more and thought we deserved it, because we were both about 20 I believe, so we were at a good age since we were young to do that. There was this great garage here in Montana, and my best friend had took it, but I didn't want to, because I wanted to stay in Tulsa, but he took it anyway because he wanted to get somewhere in life. So I came here to try and find him, but he didn't work at the garage anymore, but I stayed just incase I ever found him." Ethan swore he could have passed out, or even threw up, from "Dean's" story.
"Um, Mr. Youngblood?"
"Yeah?"
"What was your old legal name?"
"Well you'll think it's kind of weird, but it's true, Sodapop Curtis."
"Oh, um, I-I um, gotta go, now," Ethan said and hurried out of the room before So-Dean could say anything.
Ethan rushed into his boss's office. "Mr. Jackson, we have to talk," he said walking in.
"Yes Ethan, what is it?"
"That, that case you assigned me, I can't do it."
"Why not?"
"Because, the victim is this person I just know…"
"You're making no sense Ethan."
"I can't explain, but I can't take this case."
"Ethan, you're doing this case, because the rest of this crew is busy as hell with other things, so you have to do it!"
"But Sir…"
"No buts Hunt! Do it or leave!"