Warning! I do not own Family Guy or any of its characters! I only own my OC Ryan. I'd like to thank Vaunted Director for his help in crafting this chapter. If not for his feedback I'd still be stuck trying to decide what to write. Now without further delay, chapter 5!
"This is a nice place here you've got Mrs. Griffin." Ryan said as he walked through the door aided by crutches.
"Why thank you Ryan." Lois replied flattered by the compliment. "Please make your self at home."
"Thanks." Ryan lowered himself onto the couch.
"Hey Ryan, where do you want this guitar case?" Chris asked as he walked in holding the battered case.
"Just set it beside the couch." Ryan replied dismissively.
"Where's the rest of your luggage?" Brian asked as Chris set the case down.
"This is it." Ryan explained tugging his blue-collar. "All I have is the collar around my neck and this case."
"So where do you live?" Lois asked confused.
"Around." Ryan answered vaguely. "Hey do you have a bathroom I could use?"
"Up the stairs and to your left you can't miss it." Peter replied. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the Clam with Joe and Quagmire. Tonight's the night we get even with that Irish midget who took our booth!"
Cutaway to the Clam where a short man with a green suit and a green top hat with a clover on it sits in the booth as Quagmire, Peter and Joe walk over
"That's our booth." Peter said confidently.
"Well I don't see your name on it." The man replied cracking his knuckles.
"Be that as it may we are taller than you there for….." Peter began before he was cut off by the Irishman tackling him to the ground. "Ah! Not the face, not the face!"
Back at the Griffins household Ryan's sitting on the couch when Brian walked over
"How're you feeling?" Brian asked as he sat down on the other side of the couch.
"Why do you care?" Ryan snarled.
"Wait!" Stewie interrupted as he ran into the room and threw a revolver on the couch between them before retreating to his perch halfway up the stairs. "Ok go."
"What happened to you Ryan?" Brian asked ignoring Stewie's antics.
"You want to know what happened to me!" Ryan shouted as he removed his collar. Underneath were three circles burned into his skin. "You left me trapped in the pound! I waited three nights convinced that you would come crawling through the window and free me. It took me three days to realize that you weren't coming back. That you'd left me to rot in that hell hole. That my own brother was too much of a coward to save me. You see these scars? Courtesy of the guard after every failed escape attempt. Heck if it wasn't for a loose brick I doubt I'd ever have been freed from that godforsaken pound."
"I'm so sorry Ryan," Brian was shocked. He'd always assumed that Ryan had just been adopted out of the pound and was happily living with his new family. Now knowing the truth Brian felt worse that ever for leaving his brother behind. "I didn't know."
"I don't need your pity Brian." Ryan said as he picked up his crutches and got up off the couch. "I'm going out."
"That's it?" Stewie asked as Ryan walked out the door. "Where's the fighting? The pent-up anger exploding into violent conflict? You sir are a rip off!"
As usual feel free to message me with any comments, questions, or suggestions. With school starting back up I don't know when I'll update next but I plan to end this story by mid October so be on the look out new chapters. Thanks for reading!