Author's notes: Hi, it's lucyrocks73 this time! I would just like to say thank you for all the support you guys have been giving us. I'd also like to thank Dude13 for letting me work on this with him.

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Yeah, thanks to azuretears , who figured out where the title came from! Dude13 and I were trying to come up with titles, and I happened to be listening to Wicked at the same time…

So… without further ado… here's chapter two (shudders I didn't mean to rhyme! That was incredibly lame…)

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Terrence just watched as the boy ran off, awestruck. It couldn't be Mac- it just couldn't. Mac must have been sent to a foster home, or an orphanage or something.

He thought about it, and he knew that he had not been mistaken- the child was most definitely his younger brother. The look of terror in the child's eyes, the way he had been so quick to give a helping hand- there was no doubt in his mind.

The teen slid the skimpy jacket off of his thinning body, and shook out some of the murky water that had soaked in. When he said that it was his favorite jacket, he actually meant that it was his only jacket… that he knew of at least. Until he had looked into horror-filled eyes of his younger brother, he had no memories of life before the accident.

Terrence remembered waking up in a field on the side of the road, not knowing who he was or how he had gotten there. He tried to get up, but a pain in his head kept him from succeeding. He shifted his glance to the freezing cold snow around him, and noticed the blood all around him. He shivered, wondering why he had such a thin jacket on in this weather.

He tried one last time to get up, and managed it this time. Terrence stopped and caught his breath for just a moment, just a moment. He slowly walked around the field. The remains of a car were scattered all around. The glass was shattered, the metal torn. Crimson snow was also in this area. The only intact item was the license plate. It appeared that the car had flipped over several times, and then smashed into the field.

Who were the unfortunate people to have been in this accident? Whose loved ones had died? Obviously, no one survived. Their identities would be figured out by the license plate, no doubt.

What had he been doing? Was he the sole survivor of this tragic accident?

He put his hand in his pocket, and brought out a black denim wallet. Flipping through the cash and change, he found what he was looking for: an ID card. Of course, being the age that he was, it was only a card to be used to get into school functions. But it had everything he was looking for, including his name, birthday, and age. His name was Terrence… why didn't he remember who he was?

He continued to walk around the splintered metal and shattered glass. Suddenly, he stopped so short that it took a moment to connect to his brain that his feet were to stop walking. He heard some glass splinter under his foot, but he couldn't have cared less.

Right in front of him, scattered in a pool of blood that had not yet sunk into the snow, was hair. Human hair. And sticking out from under the wreckage was a hand. Just a hand- no body was connected to it.

He looked in horror at what he had just found. The person who had died was obviously a professional of some sort, for the nails were painted a professional dark red. A woman, it must have been.

Terrence backed up from the hand, still not caring if he stepped on glass. He turned around and starting running- no, sprinting- away from the scene of the accident. He never looked back.

Terrence ran. For how long, he never knew. It must have been far, for the faint beginnings of a sunrise appeared along the horizon. He collapsed in the back alley of a Burger King, and everything went black.

The next thing he knew, someone was shaking him.

"Dude? You all right? Hello? Dude?"

Terrence moaned, the pain in his head as strong as ever.

"Dude?"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" he screamed, head pounding. He opened his eyes, and saw a young red-haired man of about twenty, clad in a Burger King uniform. An employee name tag read "CONNOR" in large, easy-to-read uppercase letters.

Connor frowned, as if disappointed. "I just saw you out here and I got worried, that's all."

"Oh… sorry I screamed like that… my head kind of hurts," Terrence replied.

"Apparently," Connor muttered under his breath, but loud enough that Terrence could still understand what he had said. "So, who're you?"

"I'm Terrence."

"Terrence…"

"Uh…" He thought for a minute. He decided not to use the name on the ID card, just in case. "Smith."

Connor smiled. "I'm Connor Daily, and if you can't tell I work at Burger King, among other things."

Terrence raised an eyebrow. "Other things?"

Connor laughed, and helped Terrence to his feet. "I also work at a hospital during the day. Mostly with kids. I want to become a doctor someday. Not sure if that'll happen anytime soon, though."

"Why?"

Connor looked around and whispered in Terrence's ear. "Well, we're kind of low on money if you know what I mean. My mom's the manager of this Burger King, and the regional director for this part of the state. It got me through high school, but I can't go to college yet."

Terrence nodded. He had a feeling that he could relate somehow, but he didn't know where it came from.

"So, Terrence, I just took up five minutes of your time with my life story. What's yours?"

"Uh… Well, I'm uh… seventeen, and my… uh… parents are…. um, not around much.

"Do you go to school?"

Terrence shook his head. "Do you know where I could get a job?"

Connor glanced behind him at the door, which had "EMPLOYEES ONLY" scrawled on it in black Sharpie on a yellow piece of paper.

"I think I know a place."

And that's where Terrence stayed. He lied, and lied some more, and weaseled his way into a job at the Burger King. Although he worked under minimum wage, he soon was able to rent a room in the basement of Connor's house.

He refused to let Connor's mother take away the filthy and bloody clothing he had when he moved in. Connor, after a few days with Terence, knew better then to ask questions.

But he was smart enough to be able to do something with them himself.

A few months after the two had met behind Burger King, Terrence came home from his shift to find Connor looking through the wallet that had been in his pocket.

To his horror, he found that the other boy was staring at his ID card, which said he was only thirteen.

"You… you lied." Connor announced accusingly, dumbstruck. "You're only thirteen! Do you have any clue how much trouble my mom can get in if the state finds out that she hired someone underage? I knew you looked too young. I knew it!" he spat.

Connor's face was red with fury, and Terrence felt no pity for him.

Late that afternoon, he put back on his original clothing, grabbed some food to stuff in his pockets, and started walking. He didn't care where to. But before he left, he scrawled a note.

"Happy now? Now you can go take care of all of your little kiddies in peace."

After a few days, he found himself close to where the accident had been. Terrence walked past it without looking.

Maybe that's why he was so distracted. Maybe that's why he didn't notice the kid skipping towards him.

The next thing he knew, he was soaked to the bone in bitterly cold water from a nearby stagnant puddle. The only clothing he owned in the entire world was sopping. How would he make it through the night without freezing?

He cursed at the kid, and it wasn't until his eyes met the kid's that he snapped. Completely snapped. Suddenly, he was completely overwhelmed almost to the point of bursting with a flood of memories as his amnesia was gone literally within a matter of moments. Everything- the accident, life before it, his mother, and most importantly the kid- who just happened to be his younger brother, Mac.

It all came back to him. That fateful night, his mother had been driving Terrence home from Ben's house. Terrence was still trying to make peace with his so-called "friend" after the incident with Mac and that damn caretaker at that weirdo house, that...that...what was it called again?

"Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends"...yes, that was it. Mac's haven, and a place where he could escape from Terrence. Terrence, Ben, and other members of their gang needed a way to get their drugs carted around, and Terrence had volunteered his brother. It seemed like a good idea at the time. What on earth was an eight-year-old kid going to do about it? Nothing, as planned...however, no one expected the intervention of a certain twenty-two-year-old young woman who could deal out punches like a heavyweight boxer.

What a mistake that it been to include Mac! The entire scheme had ended in complete disaster in a fight (more like a massacre, actually) between Frankie (yes, that was the name of that damn caretaker) and the gang, topped off with a humiliating forced promise from Terrence that he would never touch Mac again.

Then Ben and the gang naturally blamed him for the whole fiasco. They didn't dare go near Mac after that, none of them were dumb enough to cross Frankie's path. So it was up to Terrence to replace all the marijuana that his little brother Mac had trashed.

Or at least give the money to replace it, either way it was a considerable amount. Ben had stated that the only way he'd make it seem like it had never happened was if Terrence paid by a certain date. Of course, Terrence, being thirteen, underage, and without a job, hadn't a cent he could call his own. All of his money went to the drugs, and of course Ben, being his dealer too, was in absolutely no mood to loan any of that back. He managed to make a few payments from time to time, but never enough to pay for what Mac had destroyed.

The deadline had been the night of the accident. Terrence had been greeted with a hello from Ben's mother, who was oblivious to the fact that her own son was not only a drug addict, but a dealer at the same time, and a dealer in a dire fiscal situation for that manner. Ben came into the room, and pretended that everything was normal between them. They played "Sims" on the computer until his mother left the room.

At that point, Ben shot up from his seat and roughly pinned Terrence to the wall. "Okay, time's up!Where is it? Where's the money?"

Terrence, who was gasping for air, rasped, "I-I don't have it… I'm broke, you know that. I've really tried to get it, I swear, but-"

Ben went through Terrence's pocket and brought out his wallet.

"Twenty bucks? That'll cover a third of what you got left.The restI expect by tomorrow. Or else." he snarled.

With that nasty bit of business concluded, Hhe released his grip on Terrence. They continued to pass the rest of the time playing "The Sims" in the rather tense environmentuntilTerrence had to leave.

The way home, he thought about how much Mac had screwed up his life. Everything was perfect until that little freak was born. It all started when their father left, and continued to get worse after that. And now, here he was, cleaning up the ugly mess that according to him, had been entirely Mac's fault.

Of course, then his thoughts were interrupted (or rather, completely erased) by the accident, and wouldn't resume until the day he saw Mac again.

He swore, if it weren't for that promise to Frankie, the one about not touching Mac, he'd kill that kid…

And until now, he had kept that promise.

But as Mac dashed away, Terrence realized that today was the day.

The day the promise would be broken.

Author's notes: Yeah, I know… not NEARLY as good as anything Dude13 could have done, but I think my chapters get better as the story moves along.

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