A/N

Another chapter. I might do Monday and Friday uploads, actually. I have more time on the weekends, so I should be able to bust out a chapter during Saturday and Sunday. Also, there are lots of German readers. I didn't expect that, honestly, but the more the merrier. Anyways, R&R.

Chapter 3

Brom

He pulled out of the driveway, rather aggressively, in his haste. His cardinal red Mercedes-Benz AMG GT S's tires screeching throughout the turn. As he drove to the police station, he thought back to what lead to this moment.

Selena had gone to sleep a few minutes before. It was 10:59 pm, less than a minute from the curfew he had established with Eragon as soon as he turned sixteen. He was never this late without a call or a text to explain why. Brom pulled his iPhone out of his pocket to check the time right as he received a call from the local police station. Shit, boy. What have you gotten into? he thought as he answered halfway through the first ring. "Hello?" he answered with a shaky voice.

"Dad, it's me. I'm at Carvahall County Police Station-" was all Eragon could say before Brom lost it.

"I'm on my way," was Brom's only reply as he hung up. He was furious, but could he really be mad? He had done the same thing when he was seventeen.

He was snapped from his thoughts as he rolled up to the police station. As fast as he could, he steered into a parking spot and got out of the car. He briskly walked through the front doors, looking for a particular person. "Horst!" Brom called, as the man stepped out from his office. The hulking man approached and they shook hands.

"Brom? What can I do for you, old friend?" Horst asked. The two hadn't seen each other in over three months.

Lowering his voice, Brom stated "I need to call in that favor. Eragon got arrested."

Horst nodded, "I thought so. I still owe you for that, though." Brom merely nodded as both of them walked towards the cells. "Sloan arrested Eragon, so it will be a little complicated to get him off."

Great, Brom thought, knowing of Sloan's dedication to arrest as many people as he could. Sloan couldn't be blamed for it, as arrests provide more money for police officers, in a small town with a small police force. After his wife passed, this was Sloan's only way to provide for Katrina, his daughter.

The two men entered the lockup. Eragon was sitting on a metal bench, looking worried. Probably over his punishment from the police and Brom. The other cells were empty except for one other man.

Eragon noticed Brom right as Sloan appeared. "I got your page," was the first thing from Sloan's mouth. The small man had graying, black hair, a sign he was nearing retirement age.

Horst looked at Sloan and asked "why do you still use a pager? It's much easier to use a cell phone."

He was never one to change his habits. "It gets the job done" was all Sloan replied with.

Brom, not wanting to anger Sloan, remained quiet during the exchange. Horts spoke up again, in a more serious tone, "I need you to let Eragon go." Sloan glowered at Horst, venomously. "I am the captain here. It would be a mistake to disobey my orders."

Sloan stepped back and went to the computer and began typing. He was acting as if they weren't there. Horst use his key to unlock Eragon's cell. Eragon immediately stood up and approached the door as it began to swing open. Brom could tell he was half-relieved to be free of the law side of his punishment.

Eragon thanked Sloan and Horst. Sloan didn't acknowledge Eragon as Horst simply said "no problem" as he glanced at Brom, knowing why it wasn't a problem. The three reclaimed Eragon's stuff, then Brom and Eragon left. Brom was thinking about his punishment as they entered the car. He knew exactly what to do.

Eragon

"I'm selling it" were the first words from Brom's mouth as the doors shut.

Eragon looked at Brom as if he just betrayed him. "What!?" was all he could manage.

The car turned out of the parking lot. "You heard me. You are to keep this from your mother or you will be in much worse trouble."

Eragon mumbled, just loud enough for his father to hear, "it can't get any worse." Brom just exhaled quickly.

"You can drive it until we sell it, but there will be no staying out after 6:00 pm and absolutely no street racing" was all Brom said. Eragon tried numerous attempts to convince Brom otherwise, but he didn't reply. "We will get the car tomorrow. We are going to meet your mother and Garrow for lunch and we can pick it up afterwards."

With that said, Brom pulled into the garage, closed the door, and went to sleep. It was fifteen 'til midnight. Eragon just walked to his room and fell asleep, not wanting to think about the following days.

Eragon woke up at 8:00 am on the dot. He stumbled to the shower to get ready and, as he opened the closet to grab clothes, he realized what happened last night. Immediately he wanted to take his anger out at something. He, instead, grabbed a pair of black Nike basketball shorts and a blue dri-fit t-shirt to go work out in. Eragon quickly changed and walked to the basement.

On his way, he turned on his Bose SoundSport headphones and turned on his workout playlist. Eragon wasn't huge, but, after spending a lot of time here, he developed a six pack and a toned upper body with the equivalent in his legs. He arrived and started his routine of stretching, then began to workout. When he finished, it was 10:32 am and he could barely walk. As he approached the stairs, he saw Brom walking down the stairs. Before Eragon could speak, Brom spoke first. "I'm sorry."

"So I can keep the car?" Eragon asked, hopeful.

"No, that decision is final. You don't want that life"

Why not? I loved it for the week that it lasted."

"Son, I lost a lot with that life. Things you can't get back."

Eragon just looked at him, expressionless. "I'm going to go get ready. What time are we leaving to meet mom and uncle Garrow?"

"Noon," Brom replied, moving to let Eragon go to his room.

"Will Roran be there?" Eragon called, hopeful to see his cousin.

"No, he is going on a date with Katrina," Brom answered, after learning that fact from Garrow. The conversation ended there as they went off different directions.

Eragon got ready, throwing on a t-shirt, gray Under Armour hoodie, and pair of dark jeans. It was 11:00 when got finished. With an hour to kill, he decided to watch tv to pass the time. Flipping through the channels, he found The Big Bang Theory reruns and settled with them, knowing they can be funny.

At 11:50, he turned the tv off and headed downstairs to look for his dad. He found him in the garage messing with engine tuning software on his computer. "Are you almost ready? We have around ten minutes."

"Yeah, just finishing up," Brom replied as he messed with a few more options and saving his work, seeming satisfied. Eragon walked towards the AMG as Brom called his name and tossed him the keys.

"Are you sure?" Eragon asked, having never driven his Mercedes before.

"One-hundred percent positive," replied his dad, walking over to the passenger side. Eragon unlocked the car and slid into the driver's seat. He opened the garage door and started the engine. Wow, he thought as the engine roared to life. He changed the settings to use the flaps to shift. Eragon glanced over to see Brom looking at him knowingly. He shifted the car to first and started driving to the destination.

They pulled into the street at 12:25. While looking for a parking spot, they spotted Garrow talking with his mom. She recognized the sound of the engine and looked directly at them, smiling at the sight.

The squeal of tires drew his attention to the street. He saw a black Dodge Challenger turned aggressively onto their street in front of them, roll down their windows, pull out several handguns and fire at two lone individuals: his mom and Garrow. Both immediately fell to the ground as Eragon got out of the car with Brom and sprinted over to them. Eragon kept repeating "no, no, no…" as he approached his mom. He immediately tried to put pressure on the wounds, but there were too many. She whispered "I love you both. Don't mourn me…," as she went limp. Sirens were heard in the distance, but that didn't matter. All he could see was death at the loss of his mother and uncle, both of their eyes were unfocused. Tears started rolling down his cheeks at the realization.

A/N

So, I wrote more than I originally planned. I doubled it so now I can get to more permanent characters and events in the plot. There are a lot of small details I'm not sure of and if you have any suggestions, they are more than welcome.