So, I forgot to mention last time that LeRouge is french for "The Red." Sound's viking-ish, doesn't it.

Disclaimer: Not mine. (Sniffles sadly over non-ownership of Murtagh)

"Hey, Eragon! Wait up!" Saphira called, running after him.

"Oh, hello Saphira," Eragon replied, pausing so she could catch up.

"So...about tonight....." Saphira looked at him guiltily.

"Yes?" Eragon sounded suspicious. Almost every time Saphira started a sentence like that it meant that she was going to spend the night with Thorn instead of him.

"Well, Thorn invited me to the club with him and Murtagh. The girls have already agreed to go as well, so..." He was right. Saphira had in fact ditched him to go spend time with her boyfriend, his crush, Arya and Nasuada. Great.

"Fine. I understand. Don't let the thought of me bother you when you're gone." Eragon turned around and walked away from her.

This was happening more and more frequently lately. Murtagh would go to the club with everyone else and leave him behind on his own. They would always go on Friday because his father had work meetings that day and his mother had some sort of group she went out with. So, he was home alone that day. His half-brother refused every time to let him come along. It was beginning to drive him insane.

When he got home, his parents had already left. Murtagh was clearly getting ready to go as well. Eragon, having no wish to see his brother's no doubt stunning attire, went to his room.

An hour later, he heard the sound of Murtagh leaving the house and a quick "Bye, Eragon!" as the door closed.

Another hour afterwards, Eragon had the worst idea in his life. He decided to go on foot.

The boss was right. Their next target was a very easy catch. The thug glanced down at the picture he was given of the boy, Eragon; to make sure he had the right one. He did. The man grinned evilly before walking up to the boy, and knocking him unconscious.

The boss will be pleased.

When Eragon came to, his head was throbbing viciously. Despite this, he was able to lift his head enough to examine the dank cell he was in. There really wasn't much to see.

Then he discovered he was naked.

He sat up so fast his head started to spin. He groaned quietly before drawing his knees up to his chest; trying his hardest to hide his body.

The door slammed open suddenly.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here," Said an icy voice that sent shivers down his spine.

Murtagh had been feeling uneasy for a while know. He couldn't quite figure out what the problem was though. All he knew was that something was wrong. He started fingering his cell phone anxiously.

His phone rang suddenly. Murtagh lifted it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Murtagh? It's me. Can you come get me? Please?" Eragon's voice was shaking.

"Where are you?" Murtagh asked, heading for the door.

Eragon told him. Murtagh wasn't pleased.

When Murtagh finally got to the curve, he was met with the sight of his half-brother's shivering form. Murtagh opened the door to let him in, trying to find the best way to address what was happening.

When they got home, Murtagh silently made him some hot chocolate as Eragon got changed.

"So, care to tell me what happened?" He asked when Eragon came downstairs.

Chilf-hanger! Don't woory, nothing too bad happened to Eragon. Reviews appreciated.