Sitting at the table, a plate of steak and potatoes in front of him, Four Way Shot could hardly keep the laughs from coming out of his mouth. His little brother was standing at the fridge, he was puring himself a glass of lemonaide, every few seconds he would reach a hand back and rub his behind, whenever he did that Four Way Shot could detect a few painful moans. They're father sat between him, one of his arms was over the chairs back, he was cutting a small chunk of the steak off with his knife.
"I heard that Fancy Pants got caught riding a bull today." Slasha snickered. "I also heard he got caught by his daddy."
"I heard that he had to be pried off the door just to be brought in the house." Slash laughed.
Slash and Slasha were team mates when it came to picking on his younger brother, they had stopped picking on him when his brother had turned two, at times it made him feel sad, at others he heaved a sigh of relief. Arson was still one of their targets, but they didn't pick on him as much as they did Single Shot.
"So when you flew off the bull did you have your arms out?" Slasha asked. "Did you think you could fly?"
"Mr. Fancy probably pissed his pants!" Slash laughed loudly.
"Probably took a dump in them too!" Slasha added.
Single Shot sighed deeply and then turned around, he hated it when his older sister and brother picked on him and they knew it. His father was pushing his plate forward, he could tell that he had had a belly full. His mother was walking around the table collecting plates, almost everyone was finished eating, everyone but him. He was the skinniest of his father's children, everything stood out on him. He had a slightly clefted chin, not as noticeable as his brother's or father's, his eyes were the same color as his brother's and father's but they were softer, his brother had his father's intensity in his eyes. Looking down he frowned greatly at his arms, he had been born with two arms, not four or six. Sighing, he took his seat beside his father and picked up his fork, when his mother walked by she trailed her hand over his shoulders.
"He went peeeeewwwww," Slasha laughed. "then he shot off like a rocket and was still caught by his father."
"Stop it." Single Shot whispered.
"Should have stayed put," Slash said. "his punishment might have been a little lighter."
"I swear I still think I heard his cries all the way out near the skating wing." Slasha said.
"Stop it." Single Shot said a little louder.
"Probably could have heard them all the way out in the fields." Slash replied.
"Madonna ran off with her tail held high in the air when he started crying." Slasha yelled. "She was like, ahhhh get me out of here."
"Stop it!"
His father placed his fork down on his plate and turned slightly towards him, he was still mad at him for riding the bull he could see. Lowering his head he shoved his fork into the piece of steak and placed it in his mouth. His mother would cut his meat for him, he couldn't do it for himself, one of his aunts did the same for her son. When he started rolling his fork around, pushing peas around on his plate, his father placed his hand on his shoulder.
"That is enuff!" his father told his older siblings.
Whenever his father said anything he and his siblings would quiet up, Slasha and Slash made a few sounds and giggled a little before they turned to their Strawberry and Oreo Cookie Cheesecake desserts. Since he had been bad he wasn't to get dessert, he was to go right to bed right after he finished eating. Looking past his father, he saw that his brother was holding his fork over a slice of Chocolate Cheesecake, when Four Way Shot saw that his brother was looking at him he blushed.
"Hey Slasha look," Slash said loudly. "Single Shot is eye-balling his brother's dessert."
"Probably jealous that he ain't getting none."
Pushing his plate forward, Single Shot didn't feel like eating. He still had half of the steak and he hadn't even started on his peas or potatoes. Pushing his chair forward, he slid from it and started for the kitchen doorway. One of the reasons why he was so skinny was because he was always the target of Slash and Slasha during mealtime. He couldn't remember a time when he had eaten everything on his plate.
Slash was sitting alongside his brother, he was wearing a black leather jacket with a white spider and snake on the back of his jacket, the body of both was white, the eyes were red. His shirt was black, the pocket on the front had a white spider on it, his pants were black with red sides, his shoes were black, the laces were red. His half brother had medium grey colored hair, it was straight in the back and spiky in the front and top, his head and face was a skull, like his father he had a clefted chin, he had spikes in his eyes. He was the calmest of his knife weilding uncle, he was also the calmest of his knife weilding uncle. He was five years old and was twelve inches tall.
Slasha was sitting across the table, her copper grey hair flowed past her shoulders and the spikes in her eyes sparkled. She was wearing a purple and red dress that was unopened at the top, her father would not allow for her to wear such outfits, on her feet were purple shoes with black laces. She was wearing a purple and black hat with a red flower on the front. Slasha was nine years old and fourteen inches tall. Like her brother, she had a white skull head and face, she had a feminine smooth chin. Slasha had an obsession with Bella Lestrange from the movie Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix. She had an annoying way of laughing like a crazed hyena, when she had been born she had had a poisonous barbed knife for a right hand, right now she was wearing the hand that had been made special, her poisonous knife was in the possession of her father, Single Shot had walked into his uncle's room and had seen it on a knife holder, underneath of it would be his own.
"Whut do ye say?" his father said, he didn't turn around.
"Kin I be escused please?" Single Shot asked. "I ain't a-hungry."
"Shru," his father said. "go to yer room an' study a lil on that thar book I gave ye earlier."
His father had given both him and his brother a few books to read, his brother was reading a book that had articles from the late eighteen hundreds to now, he was still reading a book about all of the wars that had happened, he hadn't gotten very far in it, in fact he was still on chapter three, he had gotten the book a month ago. He was sure that his brother was almost done with his book. Sighing loudly, he walked up the stairs, when he reached the door that led to his room he stopped.
"Seems like I kin't do nothin' to impress mah pappy." he said to himself sadly.
He felt that his father loved him yes, but he just didn't spend enough time around him, he was either hanging around with Four Way Shot and Arson or he would be out most of the day tending to the sheep and cows, that would take several hours. Whenever he came home he'd be very tired and would just sit on the couch. Whenever his father was on the couch his brother would bring him things like a magazine, a glass of water or lemonade or something to eat. Taking a deep breath in, he opened the door to his room and walked in.
"Knock knock," he heard. "oops already entered."
Arson and Loui had a nice relationship, they were close but not as close as Arson was to Four Way Shot. Loui was wearing a green tunic with brown cloth stitched to the bottom and collar, the sleeves on his tunic were green with gold strips, he was wearing green slacks and had gold colored boots on his feet, in his hand was a green colored hat with gold bells. Loui had auburn brown hair, it was very curly and very soft, his eyes were the same color as his father's, blue. Loui was four years old and twelve inches tall.
"Hey buddy," Loui exclaimed. "doing a little reading and studying I see."
"Mah pappy says I gots to." Single Shot replied.
"What chapter are you on?" Loui asked.
"Four." Single Shot blushed.
"Does your dad do what my dad does?" Loui asked. "Does he give you a written test at the end of the month about the whole book?"
"Not the whole book," Single Shot laughed. "jus' half."
"How many chapters are in that book?" Loui asked.
"Lots!" Single Shot sighed.
"Over twenty?" Loui asked.
"Kinda," Single Shot said, he smiled slyly. "I kind o' need to read a lil more."
"You little slacker!" Loui laughed, he was joking. "Why don't you stay up all night and read a few chapters, get to chapter seven or something like that."
"I'll a-try that." Single Shot said.
Loui walked forward and wrapped Single Shot up in a hug, he could have sworn that he had heard his younger half brother's stomach growl. When he pulled away from his half brother he reached into his tunic and pulled out a napkin. He had saved some of his Pumpkin Cheesecake from dessert, his mother had cooked it and it was delicious! Smiling brightly, he handed the napkin to Single Shot.
"It's some of the Cheesecake I had for dessert," Loui said. "I thought you'd like to have some as you wasn't allowed to have any for dessert."
"I a-was bad," Single Shot replied. "it's a rule, if yer a-bad ye kin't have dessert."
"Really you weren't bad," Loui said. "you were curious."
"Nah, I a-wanted to ride that bull," Single Shot said. "mah pappy had told both me an' mah bro that we was to not a-touch him. Ever!"
"So you disobeyed your daddy," Loui laughed. "I do it, we all do."
"I a-think ol' Arson disobeys his pappy more n' ye or me or any o' the others." Single Shot laughed.
It was true, Arson did cause more trouble in the house than was needed. He had a very bad temper, was very rude and at times disrespectful and there were at times when he would get aggressive. Looking at the napkin that his half brother was holding made his stomach growl louder, sighing loudly he reached forward and slowly took it from Loui's hand.
"Better eat it fast," Loui said. "when I came up here I heard your dad saying that he was going to come up to check on you."