"Its ok, my sweet little man, "A voice said sweetly into his ear, a pair of hands were grabbing by the shoulder. A Teenage boy was sitting in front of a piano, though he had no expression on his face, his body did tense up, "Play for me my son...Play."

He did has he was ordered, his fingers planted on the keys and music rang out from them. He was playing Chopin's Spring Waltz from memory. The woman smiled a little at this prodigy until the music suddenly changed, the rhythm was lighter. The music playing brought sun and light, a crisp morning.

"NO!" She screamed suddenly making him stop, "You play according to the rhythm, why must you play with emotions!" She screamed again.

He didn't reply

"You have no restraint. Must I teach you that."

No reply still.

"The Judges are looking for rhythm, not compassion. Must I punish you once more?" She suddenly smiled at that thought as her hands glided downwards to his lower body, to his pants, "Punishments feel good don't it?"

Her hands were getting closer when suddenly her hand started to vibrate and loud nature ring tone rang.

A pair of dark forest green eyes opened. The eyes closed again and the body stirred. His hand draped off the bed and hit the floor, once that happened something cold licked his hand and gave a loud high pitch yelp.

"Hmmmmmmm." He moaned, another body was lying next to him, stirred and fell right back asleep.

The vibrating continued and something cold licked his face.

"Summer...go away." He mumbled but that only excited the animal more as it heard its name being called. It yelped and the phone continued to vibrate and rang. The body sat up, still half asleep and grabbed the phone off the nightstand, unplugging it from the charger.

"Yes..."He yawned and looked over at the figure sleeping soundly next to him, "Yes...what now..."

The female next to him looked up at him, she bit her bottom lip looking at him, "Oh you're up...wanna have a morning session?" She asked.

"You're still here?" He asked with a cold look and then went back on his phone, "What do you want me to do about it? Fine...fine...tell me what's lying around there."

"Oh Love, don't be like that, you were the one who called me after all." She laid on her side, biting her bottom lip.

"Buy some popsicles...I'll be right there..."He hung up with a sigh, he was getting out of bed, putting some boxers on, he rubbed the dog's head, but still gave the woman a cold look, "You were suppose to leave right after too." He continued rubbing and cuddling the dog as it yelp and whimpered for more attention.

The woman looked with a glare as he was smiling more at that mutt than he was with her, "Why don't we have-"

"I've gotta go. You should too." He interrupted.

"Not even a shower fun time huh?" She asked but when there wasn't no response, she got up and put her clothes on, she looked in the mirror, fixing up her makeup, "I'll be gone for a while. My agent just got me a modeling contract for Vera Wang's new exclusive collection. I'll be going to Milan, Paris and Venice. I'm so excited."

"That's nice," He just said, clearly bored already.

"Why don't you come with me?"

"Busy." He just plainly said, Summer gave him a loud bark, "See you around."

"Of course, I hope those whores don't keep your attention from me for too long, I might get jealous." She leaned over him, giving him a powerful kiss goodbye and left.

30 minutes later

A Green and Black scion pulled up in front of an old warehouse just outside of the city. He got out of the car with shades on, wearing a green plaid button shirt, black muscle shirt underneath it, blue cropped trousers and brown timberlands. He just went inside, following the screaming and swearing. He had a watermelon flavored sucker in his mouth.

"I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" Brick was in a head lock by Blitz, roaring in full rage.

Brick was wearing his signature hat, red and black skater punk shirt, with a long white shirt underneath, black fingerless gloves with jeans with holes at the knee caps and sneakers.

"C'mon dude, calm down, he need him alive." Blitz forced smile at Butch, "'Bout time ya got him, we could really use your expert' touch."

Blitz being a bigger and muscler man than all of them, wore an opened white shirt jacket to reveal his black tattoo of a dragon, he had two similar tattoos along each of his arms, a dragon head started on his shoulders and their long bodies spiral down his arms and his tail stopping at his wrist. He wore black pants with metallic highlights, a black silver buckle belt, and black biker boots.

"JUST LET ME GO! I'LL GIVE THAT BASTARD A TOUCH!" Brick stretched out to him but Blitz had a tight grip.

"Whoa." Butch looked around the corner and saw the man who was tied up in a chair, had half his face swollen, the other eye completely bluish black color and his lips swelled like a balloon, Butch's eyes actually widened in shock for a split second, he turned back at Blitz, "What did ya do, hit him with a cement block?"

"Nasty ass bastard got what he deserved." Brick took a deep breath, a sign for Blitz to finally let go, Brick crossed his arms and turned the other way.

"He spit in his face." Blitz whispered and he nodded at this sound.

"Now, Mister Lester. We do not want to harm you anymore but you must tell us what you know about the robbery." A soft voice spok, Beast was cleaning the man's face with a rag and a basin of cold water, "Please no more spittin-"

The man spit in his face, "Look Slut, you can tell you and your brothers to screw themselves, I ain't ratting no body out." The man kicked the basin over as well.

Beast paused for a moment, looking downwards at the rag, he pulled out a napkin out of his pockets. For one moment, for one marco of a second, his pupils split into diamonds and his eyes glowed a dark purple, a dark aura filled the warehouse but suddenly...

A deep exhale and Beast looked up and gave the man a very shy smile, "I must apoloize then, I am extremely sorry for what is about to happen." He stood up and stodd aside, fidgeting with his X on his choker and his silver bangs draped over some parts of his face.

Beast wore loose fitting, simple clothes: A V neck light purple long wide sleeve shirt, light colored skinny jeans (Those were the only ones that can fit him), light brown moccasins, black fingerless gloves and a black choker necklace with an X as the charm.

"Lester, may I call ya Lester." Butch came up walking towards him.

"You can do whateve you want ta-"

Butch just held his hand up, oddly enough it silenced him, "Please don't waste your speech of loyalty to me, I hate being bore and you're just going to bore me. Let me guess, what you're gonna do huh?" Butch took off his button shirt and hung it on a pipe, "Don't wanna get blood on my favorite shirt...huh...I probably should have wore all black then."

Lester gulped as Butch seemed nonchalant about his comment but he said anyways, "You...y..you think I'm scared of you little boys. You clowns think you can come on our turf-"

"And think you can push us out, our family's been here since and blah blah blah." Butch's eyes glowed green as he just grabbed a pipe and suddenly slammed it against Lester's knee cap, making him cry out in pure agony, his knee was dented in one swing. Butch rabbed him by the hair and said coldly, "I just said I didn't like to be bored. Now listen to me, this is my day off, I would like to spend it play music, drawing, playing with my adorable sweet dog or with my family, not listening to this bullshit."

"I don't know-"

The other knee was dented, causing the man to cry out in tears.

"You really shouldn't have spit in my Little Brother's face, bastard. He's the conscience of our family. He makes sure that we...all four of us don't take it too far...I do have a soft spot for his pleads...but surprise surprise...look."Butch was grabbed Lester's head and directed it right where Beast was standing. He had a bluetooth ear phones in his ears, playing music and looking the other way.

"T..that's a boy..."Lester cried out in agony, his mind was in complete shock, "I..I...I won't talk."

"I just got a great idea...cover his eyes." Butch ripped Lester's shoes off as Blitz grabbed the rag that Beast was using and tie it around Lester's eyes

"Wait...wait...what are you gonna do?" Lester cried out, he tried to struggle but his knees cracked and he just yelled out in pain.

"Brick, the blow torch over there looks really good."

Brick grabbed it.

"Wha..what's going on?" Lester cried out."

"Now then, I love music and the fine arts but lately anatomy is quite fascinating to me. Did you know that there are nerves on the bottom of your foot that's connected directly to the brain. I wonder...what a blowtorch would do to those nerves on them. I got blow torched once, a very ice cold feeling, destroys those nerves."

"You won't do it, you young folks don't have the guts to do it."

Brick's eyes glowed red, "I love a challenge."

Butch gave Beast the signal by patting him on the shoulder and he gave him the box of popsicles.

"3...2...1" Butch counted down, he laced the popsicles on the bottom of the feet at the same time Brick turned on the blow torch and on a chain next to him.

Lester cried out, terrified, "No..NO...PLEASE! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!"

Blitz held him down by the head to hold him steady.

"Too bad ,you spit in Beast's face, he would've kept this from helping!" Brick shouted, delighted by the screams and the crying.

"Are you gonna tell us...or do we destroy more of your nerves?"

"Please...please...give me *blow torch comes on* NOOO! NOOOOO! PLEASE! I'LL TELL YA! I'LL TELL YA EVERYTHING!" Lester cried out.

"And apologize." Blitz added in.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry to both of you." Lester cried out in tears.

Beast sighed in relief as his bluetooth wasn't on, he was still making sure his brothers and Cousin weren't going too far.

Later on

Lester was stuffed in the Brick's trunk.

"Now you promise to take him straight to the hospital, Eldest brother?" Beast asked.

"Beast, I said I would. Damn, stop riding me." Brick snapped liting a cigarette.

"Great, then we can have lunch. I shall call Little Brother too. He has been cooped up in his apartment, eating nothing but snacks. A Nice lunch will do him some good. Let's go to that South Western one." Beast blushed as he smiled shyly at the thought of food, "Or Monja I could go for a nice pulled port and cheese monja. What would guys like?"

"Whatever you pick, you know the best places to eat." Blitz said, his stomach starting to growl.

"Southwestern it is. I know a resturant with tasty cactus cornbeard that I could eat all day." Beast drooled, he pulled out his phone, texting Boomer, "We should pick up Little Brother, he might get nervous. We can go to The Ranch."

"I'll meet you guys there." Brick realized he was smoking his last cigarette, he needed to buy more.

(Horrible encounter is next)