AN: I own pretty much nothing, cept Rik and family as well as Alex's family now. J4M3Z XO owns Blake DiBiase. CultOfPersonality owns Brenda McCall. LoopyLou1990 owns Leena Williams. Okay, so this chap is a bit different. Its a looksie into Lyle's mind. Whether ya wanna go on is up to you. But if ya wanna find out what started this whole feud, read on and fulfil your curiosity readers.

6 years ago. Ashton is 12, Tara is 11, Lyle and Rik are 10.

"Ashton, you're kidding. You gotta be." Lyle said as he listened to his sister's scream echo throughout the house. Even though he was in the attic at the top of the house, he could still hear his sister's heart-wrenching screams from the kitchen on the ground floor of the house. Ashton shook his head.

"I'm dead serious, Lyle. I say we shag ass. You know damn well that he only wants Lyrik and Atara-Leigh. He won't lay a finger on us. Or Dad would have him lynched." Lyle shook his head in disbelief, backing away from his brother and crawling backwards to the other side of the attic.

"Lynched? This is 2006, not the 1930's. Nobody's been killed by lynching since when racial discrimination was accepted. The mayor can't convict him just for touching you. Appropriate or other. Do you really want to leave both your baby sisters in the hands of that- that monster?" Lyle asked, shocked that his brother would even consider it. Even consider abandoning his tortured sisters for his own twisted purposes.

"Yes. Yes I do. If it gets me out of this house, I would do anything. Hell, I would kill somebody to get out of this godforsaken place." Ashton said, with a blank expression on his face which was visible even in the darkness of the attic. Lyle couldn't help but gasp at his brother's words. He had heard Ashton say some shocking things, but this just took the damn biscuit.

"You can't possibly be serious. Think of Tara and Rickie. This is affecting them more than us, don't you think they wanna get out of here? What's happening to them right now is worse than anything that has ever happened to you, Ashton. Why don't you want to help them?!" Lyle half shouted, advancing towards Ashton in an attempt to intimidate him.

"I wouldn't help them if they got down on their knees and begged me to, they are nothing but worthless whores, you think this is unjust, you think this is wrong? You are wrong. This is justified." Ashton replied calmly. Lyle backed down, thinking of a reply that could get his point across to Ashton.

"How is this justified? They are just kids. They haven't done anything wrong. They're our sisters, for god's sake! They don't deserve this!" Lyle half-shouted as he got up of the floor to prove a point.

"Well, what do they deserve? Huh? Do they deserve a no-good, worthless scrub like you defending them? And with what? You have to nothing! The only thing you have is your fists Lyle and you don't even know how to use 'em. You know damn well, there's not a thing you can do to help them. And why should you? They're not your real family. I am. I am all you have left."

"No, no, you're not. I have two sisters. Two sisters, who need my help and if I don't do something, could die from what's happening to them!" Lyle went to push past Ashton with the intention of stopping Troy hurting Tara and Rik. Ashton put his hand on Lyle's shoulder, stopping Lyle in his tracks.

"You don't want to do that, Lyle." Ashton murmured, loud enough for Lyle to hear. Lyle became confused. Why didn't he want to save his sisters from pain and agony? Why wouldn't he want to the right thing and stop Troy being a monster.

"Why?" Was Lyle's reply. He couldn't wait to hear this. He couldn't wait to hear what kind of excuse Ashton would come up with next.

"Because. You don't. You know, they won't do anything to thank you in return. You know they think they're better than you. They get all the attention and you get nothing. You've been outcast by them and you want to protect them? For what reward? So they can downgrade you, think you're nothing but a worthless little thing who just happened to save them. No they'd be too arrogant to see that it was you who saved them. They are lavishing in the attention. You and me, Lyle, we, we are different. We are better than them. We haven't been touched, we have been saved. We have been immunized from their spell. We have to save the world from people like them." People like them? 'Them' as he so eloquently put it were being raped and beaten everyday within an inch of their lives. 'Them' had no other saviour. Their mother was either helping the monster or completely oblivious to it, due to being unconscious from booze and drugs. 'Them' were just 2 little girls who desperately needed help and Lyle was their only option.

"No. Tara and Rickie need my help and neither you or anybody else is going to stop me." Lyle pushed past his brother, successfully this time and lifted the latch, pulling up the door to the attic. He slid down the ladder and climbed down it. As he was about to slide the ladder back up, he saw the silhouette of his brother standing by the edge. "Maybe you took one too many hits to the head to think the way you do. But I'm going to do the right thing and save our sisters." He pushed the ladder back up and pushed the attic door shut. He crawled down the hall, silently like a ninja, the screams getting louder as he crawled closer and closer to the kitchen.

SMACK!

He felt his head bounce off the wall as he was held there by his stronger and overpowering brother. " I think the way I do, because I know it's right. And I'm going to make you see things that way too." Ashton ripped his younger brother from the wall and chucked him to the floor. Lyle was forced to back up against the door as he tried to think of a way to get past him. But Ashton was faster and wiser than his brother and had cut off the only past. Ashton yanked his brother up the shirt and turned him face first to the door. He pulled down Lyle's jeans and underwear and the next things that you could hear in the house was the coordinated screams of two ten year olds as something terrible happened to them. Lyle's face bounced off the door numerous times, he whimpered at the pain coming from his rear and from his head. "Shut up, you little brat. This is you getting what you deserve." Ashton forced Lyle's head to bounce off the door again as he pulled out. Once he was fully out, Lyle turned to face his brother and slumped against the door. "You will obey me, you will do everything I say. Or that will happen again you hear me?" Lyle could form no words, only moans and whimpers. Ashton took it as an answer anyway, as he walked calmly into his room, leaving his supposed-sibling alone in the hallway with only his sisters' screams for company.

"Lyle, Lyle, you okay man?" asked Randy, putting a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. He had noticed his leader's distance during the meeting. Hell, everyone had noticed it, but no one would speak about it. He would only listen to his right hand man, Randy.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just flipping through some memories." Randy didn't exactly know how to reply so he said his goodbyes. Lyle sat there, wondering why did he let Ashton affect him. Tara and Rik had that kind of abuse everyday and it never changed them. Not like it did him. He knew he couldn't take it back now. Now...now he had to fight. And this was going to be one from Hell.