"You little bastard!"
Brick was hit hard on the face, his face was downwards from the impact of such a punch. He spit a gob of blood on the floor but he turned his face back up at his adopted father.
A woman who was slender Asian with bleach blonde hair stood there, "Darling-"
"What the hell do you think you're pulling, SMOKING ON SCHOOL GROUNDS AND FIGHTING A TEACHER! YOU THINK YOU'RE A BIG MAN HUH?!" The man shoved him and continued screaming, "You have once again stained the name of the Akagi name, you piece of shit!"
"Honey-" She tried to intervene but was pushed aside by her husband's rampage.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH MONEY WE PUT ON YOU! HOW MANY SCHOOLS HAVE YOU BEEN IN THIS *UCKING YEAR ALONE!" He shoved Brick once more.
"Hiro!" The woman shouted.
"YOU ARE THE WORST INVESTMENT I'VE EVER MADE! THAT *UCKIN' BROTHER OF YOURS IS BRINGING HIS FAMILY SO MUCH MONEY WITH HIS PIANO COMPETITIONS! WE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN HIM INSTEAD OF A LITTLE PISSANT LIKE YOU!" He tried to punch Brick but he blocked it and gave the father his famous left hook, sending him flying to a book shelf.
"You little bastard." The husband touched his face as he could feel the red liquid running down his nose like a river. He jumped back up but stumbled back a little, dizzy from such a punch. He thought he was hit by a steel beam for a moment.
"I can do a lot more than ruin your family's great name, if you wanna keep what's left...you'll let me and tell your friends to let the others go." His eyes flashed red.
"You dare threaten me, you little punk ass-"
The wife stepped between the two before a real battle begin.
End of mini Flashback
"Don't keep me waiting too long." He said and just hung up his phone. Brick was sitting on a beaten up sofa with a black and mild slim cigar in his mouth and these dead fish eyes as he stared onward. He needed to hear some geniune pain inducing screams to get that sour filthy memory out of his mind.
"Please let me go! I don't know anything! Please Please!" A man continued to cry as he was tied up to a chair, his girlfriend was tied up next to him as well, barely making a sound, too frightened, "Please! Please please please!" The man continued to cry and shake and struggle in the chair.
"Oh shut up." He said in a low growl, "You think if you yell please enough its gonna somehow fix everything. Sorry but you pissed the wrong ones."
"What did you do? What did you do?" The girlfriend screamed at him, all her fear finally came to the surface. Her cries and screams suddenly delighted him, even aroused him.
"Now that's much better. Your girlfriend actually saved your life with her pleads...for the next few minutes." Brick stood up, he walked around them, touching the girlfriend's neck, but then he was in front of the guy, "Hmmmmm... Now, lets start this over huh?"
Brick pulled out his pocket knife from his back pocket and held it at the guy's neck. The man was bruised and bloody from the blunt torture of Brick. He wasn't as good or sadistic as Butch, who was more into the reactions and their facial expression while Brick, just loved the screams, crying and begging.
"Oh no, please please I didn't do anything please!" The man started crying fully.
Brick sighed with an inhale and exhale a puff of smoke through his nose, "Really, that's not what your friend...Lester...Sake...whatever his name was, said. You're pretty good with breaking locks...vaults." Brick said, enjoying the scream and the cries. He played a long a little more, putting his knife right on the guys fingers (which were tied down on the chair's arms) even so much as sliding the blade ever so slightly, just to get enough blood to leak through the skin.
The girlfriend suddenly said, getting his attention, "I can make you feel good...yeah yeah...I can do whatever you want! If you just forgive him. Yeah yeah...don't you want me? I'm all yours." She said, wriggling her chest as if trying to seduce him.
Brick just chuckled a little, looking down at the ground and then back at the guy, "She's good...whoa...so supportive...look at that will ya? You have a good woman here...very good. I wonder if she'll be like that when I tell her how ya stole from me?"
"What?" She looked at him, she glared at the guy.
Brick seemed slightly amused, "Yep, he stole from me and my family. So are you still willing ta support his sorry ass?"
Brick started to walk around them, like a shark hungry for food
She was breathing heavily, clearly furious, "You unbelievable Bastard! Are you serious! You stole from dangerous people like this? I thought you were done with-"
"They didn't tell me, it was just a job!" He cried out.
"Who is they?" Brick stood in front of the guy with his knife pointed at his neck.
"I can't...I-"
"For god sake Nobuo, TELL HIM!" She cried out, but Nobuo shook his head...big mistake. In one swift move, too fast to see with the naked eye, the man suddenly screamed as the knife was plunged right into his leg. The girlfriend screamed again, crying at the horror she just witnessed.
Nobuo shook in pain and cried out even when Brick pulled the knife back out, He cried for several moments.
"Oh relax, just a flesh wound...I missed the femoral artery...this time." Brick said, but something else brought his attention, a baby crying. Brick started walking towards the sound.
"No..No...No! NO!' She cried out, struggling even harder, "Please...no..."
Brick came back, holding a little baby in his arms, he sat back on the couch, holding the nine month old on his lap, "A boy...huh..a scrawny one too."
"No...please...Nobuo!" She cried out to him, suddenly that look of desparation was on her face as she struggled, "Please...please...not my baby boy...please...If I knew I would tell you..please...no..." She cried, tears pouring down her cheeks. Just seeing this stranger holding the baby with a bloody knife was enough to make her crumble.
"Not my son-"Nobuo grunted between the pain.
"Look at these cheeks...so hollow." Brick continued to say, taunting in the cruelest way possble, bouncing him on one knee, "Is money...really worth your son's life?"
"No...No...please don't hurt my boy, he's my pride and joy...please." Nobuo cried as much as the woman, "I just needed a quick job for his medicine. Just for his medicine...I didn't know what the job was...I just needed money."
Brick swallowed hard, "The name."
"Kieran...Bolts. He said..one more job...I'm sorry Anya...My son is sick and my job had no benefits...I just needed the money. One more job...and I just wanted my boy to get treated...please, have mercy."
Brick texted the name to Boomer, he talked to the little boy sweetly, "Your Dad did the smart thing...very smart. I was gonna kill him...yes I was. I was gonna chop him into pieces along with your mother...but you saved them...yes you did." Brick threw a large wad of cash on the table, leaving the little boy on the couch and the cut the mother loose, he started to walk to the door.
"I don't let me catch you stealing from us again. Or your son's medical problems won't be a 'your' problem anymore."
Boomer text him back, "Found him, with a winking emoji."
"Send Blitz to him...this one left a bitter taste in my mouth." He text back.
"Redrum?" Boomer text with a laughing emoji.
"No." He simply just texted.
Butch was sucking on a lollipop, he got five texts from Sofie's alone. He sighed not willing to respond. He sat under the shade of the tree while Summer was running around in the dog park along with Lady Empress and Baskerville. Butch sent a photo of Lady Empress and Baskerville to Brick and Blitz.
Blitz responded immediately with heart.
"Make sure my Baby boy has his treat."Blitz texted.
"Did you sleep yet?" He texted back
"Not exactly."
"This is your third day no sleep." Butch text with an angry face emoji, "Get some sleep."
"I had a few hours, don't worry. Brick sent me a job to do. Can't disobey the boss man."
"You'll sleep after that?"
"Yeah yeah, I'll try."
"You've gotta work tomorrow, your mind needs to be sharp."
"Alright Mom, gotta go. Bring my Shaggydog home and give him treats."
Butch put his phone down and lay his head back for a moment. The sun was blazing but he just listen to nature, to the leaves rustling as the wind blew, to the soft chatter of voices far away, and the water of the fountain when all of a sudden, a shadow was standing in front of him, blending in with the shadow.
Butch opened his eyes to see Fuzzy Lumpkin and three others similar like him.
"Did you split in threes, Fuzzball, didn't know you could do that?" Butch seemed uninterested, even so much as pulling out a silver flask.
Fuzzy Lumpkin pulled out his shot gun, pointing at right at Butch's chest.
"I'll be takin' that." A skinny taller Fuzzy suddenly snatched the flask out of his arm and drunk it right in front of him, "Oh Wee...That's good stuff!"
"Hey I want some!" A shorter one tried to snatch the flask but the skinny one kept it out of the other's one reach.
"I want some too!" A third one shouted that was the short and fat. That one basically knocked the two down to the ground and both struggled with the flask.
Butch just sighed and watched, not even bothered, but Fuzzy was livid.
"Cluzzy (Skinny one) Muzzy (average) and Scuzzy (Fat one)!" Fuzzy shouted in a deep murmur, he watched as those three got up and were back to his side, a dented silver flask was threw back at Butch's feet.
"They rhyme...are you serious?" Butch sighed, rolling his eyes.
"These here 're my kinfolk, betcha ditn't knows I had me kinfolk."
"Careless." Butch sighed, he was bored even with the large gun pointed at his chest.
Fuzzy grumbled, "You took Joe, I wan 'im back."
"Oh its about that old banjo, huh? Interesting. I thought you were after Ms. Bellum."
Cluzzy spoke, "Joe is a family airloom and wes wan it back."
"Too bad, kind of look it. Been learning how to play it..."
"Yous touched Joe?" Scuzzy gasped, "Only Family can touch 'im."
Fuzzy's black aura suddenly spread like wild fire, it went right to his gun, transforming the plain old shot gun to a black and yellow hornet liking gun.
"Interesting."
The other three had sharp claws and sharp teeth just like Fuzzy but no black Z aura.
"String instruments are pretty touch." Butch continued, he saw the rage in the four's eyes but he continued teasing them, "But it kinda turns on the ladies...you've gotta listen to this. I kinda experimented, I was watching this old cartoon...Heavy metal band or something. It was late night and I was a little drunk. This guy...Murder Face, that's it was actually playing it with his d!ck, like he was really going down on it...so I tried it...on Joe." Butch relished in the facial expressions that he saw on their faces, as they slowly realized with he was saying. The mixture of shock, indignation and rage was just enough to wet his appetite.
He said, "Gotta say it was a lot harder than I thought." He watched as all four roared with rage, they were burning up as they were ready for a fight.
Fuzzy had his finger on the trigger, "You piece of trash! I'll be teachin' ya! Once I deal wit ya, I'm goin' for the rest of ya!" The shot gun went off and hit Butch square in the chest. All he saw Butch's head slocuhed downwards.
"We've gonna destroy those rowdy boys for defilin' Joe." He shouted when he turned his back to look at the other three. They smiled their toothy grin when they noticed that they were surrounded by three of these wild looking dogs.
"That be a 'ell Hound!" Scuzzy cried out, pointing at a big black wild dog with blaring red eyes.
"That's it, that's it." Butch sighed as he stood up, the bullet was bent against his chest and fell to the ground, "Fuzzy...you three who's names are too stupid to remember...seriously disappointing." He whistled as the dogs were closing ranks.
Fuzzy was grabbed by his antennas when he was going to shoot the dog with the green eyes and was force to stare into another pair of eyes, a menacing dark green with an aura as blackest night.
