Oh yeah! I'm pretty fast at this is I do say myself! I figured I might as well enjoy my last day of joy by writing another chapter to this story! I'm getting braces tomorrow..

Dammit.

Hope you like this chapter! A little bloody but hey, his bro got murdered remember?

Chapter 3:

Mac lay asleep in his bed, dreaming a flash back of the night that changed him forever.

5 years ago—

Mac was walking down the sidewalk of the foster home. He was 10 years old at the time.

As was his little brother Jeffery, who wasn't so little because he was only 3 minutes younger than Mac.

They always hung out a lot. They had most of the same interests. But there were some differences in their personality.

Jeffery always stayed calm and kept his cool. He had to deal with bullies a lot, but it didn't bother him too much.

Mac was just the opposite. He had a short fuse and never knew how to pick his fights. He got beat up a lot, but that never stopped him.

Mac saw about 5 or 6 teenagers picking on Jeff as he walked. They had to be maybe sixteen or seventeen.

"HEY! STOP PICKING ON HIM!" Mac screamed as he ran torwards his brother in need.

The teenagers turned around. They were creepy looking. All of them were dressed in black.

"And what if we don't?" asked one of them, bending down to his size.

Mac gulped. "Well I have a short fuse and I get angry easy, so if you don't stop, I'll have to wipe you out," he said, very confidently.

The teenager stood up. "Well maybe your little speech there has encouraged me..." the teenager smiled evily at Mac, "to see what would happen when you really get angry!"

Mac thought he would have to fight them, but to his surprise, they just walked away.

Mac raised his fist at them and shook it as the gang walked away. "Yeah that's what I thought!" Mac screamed.

The one who seemed to be the leader of the gang looked back at him. "Oh don't worry, you haven't seen the last of us," he smiled evilly at him, and the turned back around and walked away.

Mac looked over at Jeffery, who was still on the ground. "You okay?" Mac asked, putting his hand as to help him up.

Jeff took it. "Yeah I'm fine," he said, brushing himself off, "but you shouldn't have done that. I deal with them every day. They don't pick on me too bad. Now who knows what they will do!"

Mac waved his hand in a whatever fashion. "Pft, yeah sure. What's the worst they can do?"

"They said they would cut my up into little pieces and then bury me under their floorboards!"

"They said that?"

"No but I'm sure they're capable of it!"

They both laughed, and walked back to the foster home, not knowing what they had done, would unlock Mac's secret.

That night—

WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP! The alarm sounded inside the foster home. Every where people were running and screaming, "break in! Break in! Wake up! They have guns!"

Mac heard this and quickly went to wake up Jeff. "JEFF WAKE UP!" he screamed.

Jeff awoke to see the red flashing lights from the alarm.

"What's going on!" he asked.

"I'm not sure yet, but some people have broke in! Hurry! We have to get out of here!" Mac yelled.

He jumped out of bed and they started to run for the door, when someone dressed in black stopped them. Since they were short, Mac and Jeff slowly looked up at him to see a black mask.

"AHHHHH!" they both screamed, but the man picked the up and brought them into a room.

"Hey boss, I got them," said them man, dropping them both on the floor, "how do you want us to punish them?"

Mac looked over the dark room to see a man in the corner. "Give the one with the goggles 20 lashes with your knife. I want to see him get mad," said the voice.

Mac noticed this voice. It was the teenager he told of this morning!

"YOU!" Mac screamed!

"That's correct Lil' guy," said the voice, taking off his mask. Sure enough, it was the teenager he told off this morning. "Now, you two!" he pointed at two of his minions. "Hold him up to the wall while he gives him 20 lashes. I'll take the smaller one."

The two boys held Mac up to the wall, and took off his shirt. Mac put up a struggle, but it wasn't enough. He could feel the pain on his back as each stoke of the knife punctured his skin. He screamed and screamed.

When it was over, they turned him around, so he could see the boss, holding his brother up high, and putting a knife to Jeff's neck.

Mac's eyes widened, but there was nothing he could do but beg them to stop. "Please don't hurt him!" he begged and started to cry, trying to pull away from the three boys, holding him up against the wall.

"Oh I don't plan on hurting him Lil' guy..." said the boss, bringing his knife closer to Jeff's neck, "I plan on killing him!"

At that very moment, he slit Jeff's throat and dropped him to the ground. Jeff was squirming on the ground, and trying to scream!

And then... all was quiet.

Mac's eyes were wide and he could feel the blood pumping in his veins. He was feeling strange... very strange. He couldn't breathe well at all.

When Jeff coughed up blood on the floor, and stopped again, Mac lost it.

There was a white light in the room as Mac felt the three boys let go of him screaming, "it burns!"

There were two red rings around Mac's waist. They spread over his body and he could feel his body burn, the blood flowing down his back.

When they disappeared, he saw the boss guy, just staring at him with fear. Mac had fiery red hair, his goggles had turned red, his eyes, everything was red! He had red gloves up to his elbows, red spiked hair, and short red boots. His eyes were an angry red.

He ran to his brother first. He turned his body over. His eyes were still open and blood was everywhere. Mac knew his brother was dead.

"I'm never gonna forgive you for this," Mac said looking over his shoulder, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" he screamed, and lunged toward the boss guy. The was going so fast, that his small body cut right through the boss guy's gut.

The teenager fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

Mac walked over to him. "YEAH, HOW DOES THAT FEEL? HURTS DON'T IT?" Mac picked up the guy and punched him so hard that he flew back and hit the wall. Mac knew that he too was dead.

Mac looked over his shoulder at Jeff. Mac then suddenly regretted what he had done. What he did was not something that Jeff would want him to do.

Mac changed bac to normal, sat on the blood covered floor, huddled up, and cried.

Present day—

Mac woke up to his father shaking him. "Mac? Mac!" his father whispered.

"What?" he groned at his father.

"Wake up. We are going on a road trip," Vlad said, starting to leave the room.

"To where?" Mac sat up and rubbed his sore head, thinking about his dream flashback.

Vlad turned around to look at him "Amity park. We are going to see your mother. I need to talk to her about something," he replied, "now hurry up and get ready. We have to leave now."

"We are going to see mom! AWRIGHT!" Mac threw one hand up in the air and jumped out of bed.

Vlad just smirked at him and walked out the door.

Mac quickly threw on his clothes from yesterday and slapped his grey goggles on the top of his head. He always wore his goggles because Jeff had given them to him the day before he was killed.

It was his only memory left of him.

Mac quickly grabbed his backpack and ran outside.

The wind was kicking up, but only because a private jet was sitting right there in the driveway.

"Dad, is this yours!" he asked Vlad, who was just coming out the door.

"Yes, it is. It's the fastest way to get to Amity Park," He replied with his hands behind his back.

"Way past cool!" Mac said, when he noticed his father was rubbing his eyes from the dirt that was getting in them.

Mac laughed at him and said, "I bet you wish that you had a really cool pair of goggles right about now!" he slapped his goggles from the top of his head to cover his eyes from the dirt.

"Yeah right!" Vlad said, and he laughed as well.

They both got into the jet, and off they went, to Amity Park.

hope you liked this chapter! reviews greatly appreciated! Catch ya in the next chapter!