Sorry I haven't updated in a while, everything was hectic at home. I had to get an MRI, blood tests and everything cause of my 'unexplained headaches'.

Wish me luck and hopefully nothing turns up!

Warning for some language.

John placed pancakes out on the dining table, too tired to even care that Gordon was sleeping on his batch. It was currently 7am in the morning and too much has happened to even account for. Plopping himself onto the chair, John leaned on his elbows and slowly ate his food. Hearing footsteps echo in the hallway he looked up to see a pale Scott. His eyes widened at the state.

"How'd it go with dad?" hearing no response he grimaced "That bad?"

"Wouldn't be the half of it" He responded and sat next to his younger brother with a deep sigh "I did the unthinkable"

"It can't be that bad" seeing the look of regret deepen on the older Tracy John stared in horror. He knows Scott does bad things when he's pissed "What did you do?"

"I went against my military training and almost beat the crap out of dad" he placed his head in his hands and groaned. John was gaping like a bloody puffer-fish.

"You? Scott Tracy? The one who follows orders to the T?" Scott nodded "Oh, shit"

"What am I going to do?" John's heart hurt. His older brother wasn't the same after the Hood. And even worse Alan is mentally unstable. What the hell is going on with this family?

"I-I don't know" suddenly a loud crash came from the hallway, causing Gordon to jump in his seat with a maple pancake stuck to his cheek. Scott laughed despite his overwhelming regret. Gordon blinked away the sleep and scratched his cheek, he immediately jumped back in surprise at the funky subject that seemed to be occupying his face.

"What. The. Hell. Is" he paused to peel the pancake off his cheek with disgust written on his face "This?" He sniffed it.

"It's a pancake Gordo" John responded. Realization dawned on the younger Tracy. He shrugged and took a bite.

"Not half bad" Scott chuckled.

"Gordon clean that mess up on your face" the strong voice of their father stopped Scott's laughter. He shifted in his seat and coughed.

"I'm gonna, get a drink" he said and left the dining table, but he didn't get far before Jeff spoke.

"I'd like to talk to you after breakfast Scott" The young adult nodded silently and hurried to get some water. Gordon sniffed but choked as a bit of maple traveled up his node.

"Awe hell" he wined.

"Language" Jeff scolded. John noticed his eyes had a red tint and realized that he was crying.

"Um, dad what was that crashing noise?" he asked, after Gordon went to get cleaned up.

"I was getting some boxes down from the cupboard in the hallway and I accidentally nocked down some pictures on a table"

"What boxes?"

"Alan's old awards" he said in a soft tone. John's mouth went dry, and he went back to eating.

Alan woke up to the sound of rhythmic beeping. Already knowing where he was, the blue-eyed teen got up and crossed his legs on the bed. Seeing that his brother was sleeping besides his bed in the most uncomfortable looking chair he frowned. He did that to Virg, he shifted in his bed and felt the sting of fresh cuts rubbing against the bandage. The blood was pulsing in his waist and arms, he could feel every beat, it was comforting. And it made him a bit confused about why. Gently he got off the bed without making too much sound. Knowing Virg was a heavy sleeper, he gingerly pulled his older brother foreword, took his own pillow and placed it behind him.

"Sleep tight Virg" he whispered. Looking down at himself he cringed. He needed a shower and new clothes. But he was tired, why was he tired? Sighing and taking a deep breath he soundlessly left sick-bay and moved to his room.

Upon entering he noticed that the room was swept and disposed of sharp objects. Sighing, Alan opened the door to his bathroom which connected to his room and placed a mat next to the shower. Looking at his reflection, Alan saw that he was much paler than usual.

Taking his clothes off, the teen hissed as he peeled the bandage that was wrapped around the cuts. The dry blood that was connected to the fabric stuck, Alan groaned in frustration and felt tears start to make his way out. He was frustrated and tired of everything. His family knew and they took all the sharp objects away. As if they didn't trust him. He ripped the bandage off and cried out as some skin came off with it. He shakily turned on the shower and stepped into the warmth of the water. Tears poured down his cheeks, hotter when they mixed with the steam. His cheeks burned red, making his eyes sting. He sobbed and laid his head against the wall, water running down his back. When the hot water made contact with the cuts, they throbbed in satisfaction.

Abruptly he burst out into more sobs and shakily curled up into a ball underneath the hot sprays of water. Everything was happening at once. As if this was a nightmare he couldn't escape. He wanted out, he just wants to fell good, but at the same time he would miss the emptiness. He's so confused.

He stayed in there for what felt like hours, he just couldn't find the motivation to get up. But he knew that his family would probably be looking for him. Getting up, Alan turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around himself.

Quickly drying up he put on a red t-shirt, black jeans and converse. The whole time he hissed as the skin made contact with fabric. Finally finished, he made his way back to the sick-bay. But saw that Virgil wasn't anywhere. He frowned and looked around. The lights started flickering, casting gastly shadows across the room, Alan backed away but bumped into a figure behind him. Turning around he came face to face with the Hood. A sickening smile graced the bald mans lips.

"We have work for you Alan" he produced a knife and stabbed him in the stomach. Blood made its way to his mouth, choking. He dropped to his knees and doubled over "Kill Jeff" he whispered into his ears.

Alan opened his eyes to the ceiling of his bathroom. Gasping for breath he quickly checked his stomach. He breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't harmed. Getting up off the floor he swayed for a moment. Finding his balance, Alan opened the door into the hallway and walked down to the sick bay. When he entered Virgil was still sitting in his chair and fast asleep. Alan felt a chill up his back and felt something behind him, his heart pounded in his ears and dared himself to turn around.

Nothing was there. His breath caught his throat as the lights flickered again, a manic laugh echoed in his ears. With vain Alan covered them, trying to block it out.

'Kill Jeff Alan'

The hoods voice repeated. Suddenly everything stopped and Alan was breathing hard.

"Alan?" Virgil asked from behind causing the young Tracy to jump and turn around. Concern leaked off of Virgil "Alan what are you doing up?" before he could respond his eyes turned to the back of his head and collapsed on the floor.

"Alan!"

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