You have everything exciting and now you're like 'what I do now?'

Warning: vi-o-lence! Blood. Darkness. Middle child syndrome. And one Gaston down...


It was three o'clock when the men in yellow came.

Of course, that's what everyone called them. It was like how those dwelling of the jungle could only call it 'red flowers' instead of fire.

When they barged into the Chip Shop, the crew looked up. Everyone suddenly tensed, as their bags were ready to go but they weren't sure if the plans had been cancelled. Uma had already told them that she had been invited too, so they were consent that everyone was going.

But where was Uma?

"We're not going without Uma, Harry, and Gil," Bonny said immediately.

"If they aren't here in an hour, we'll have to leave without them," Lumiere informed slowly.

"We'll find them," Jonas assured, holding his stomach and breathing gently. Desiree gave him a look, gripping his hand.

"You're gonna stay here, while we're gonna look for them." Jonas opened his mouth to protest, but closed it immediately when pain shot through his chest. Desiree gave a satisfied smirk as they headed out in search of their captain, first mate, and second mate.


Harry's hand shook as the two began to knock on Gaston's door. He was ready to kill, already seeing red when Junior opened the door.

He only gave a smirk. "Gil isn't here, if you'd like to know that."

In seconds he was screaming as Harry dug his hook into the male. Well, okay, not screaming, but Harry was imagining it until he finally hit something that made Junior scream. It sounded like music to his ears. No other sound could be more beautiful, except maybe Bronze and Gaston's screams. If only he had a recorder.

The pirate's hook ripped out of Junior's arm, smiling as the older whimpered in pain. "I love the sound of your screams, if it were up to me, I would make sure I'm listening to them until the point I enjoy the silence when your heart stops beating," He twirled his hook around his hand, "or better yet, rip it out entirely and watch it stop beating in my bare hands before feeding it to the sharks."

"Harry, enough," Uma snapped, pulling him away from the obviously shaken teen. No matter how appealing what Harry said was, she needed to get to Gaston, and killing his firstborn was not the way to do it.

Gaston, who in the moment was drunk, approached the two, squinting at them. Harry and Uma reminded themselves that somehow on the Isle he still kept those sickening vain looks. It was disgusting.

Uma's sword was at the man's throat in an instant. "If you don't tell me where the hell Gil is I'm going to kill off your sons slowly and painfully, force you to watch, then kill you off as well," she hissed.

Harry was currently staring at the blood on his hook, seemingly thinking of other ways he could injure Junior severely without killing him. He sniffed the hook for a moment, then gave a disgusted face. "I thought your blood would be the best thing in the world, but it's just as repulsive as you are," he cackled darkly, "your heart may be just as rotten, but trust me, it will be so much fun to claw it out of your chest. Maybe I'll make a pretty little hole in your lungs too."

Uma payed no attention to the death threats Harry was giving, instead keeping her focus completely on Gaston. The man smirked dangerously. "Tell me where Gil is or I will kill you."

Gaston stared at her. "Why would I tell you?"

The sea witch gritted her teeth, throwing her gaze over to Harry, who nodded.

A scream errupted in the household, the most beautiful sound Uma and Harry had ever heard. Junior made no sound as Harry's sword ran through his chest, the satisfying sound of metal through flesh.

"You wanna tell me where he is?" Harry whispered to the nearly dead boy.

"The Enchantress's..." Junior whispered. His eyes suddenly averted to the staircase, before another voice spoke out.

"Dad?" Bronze asked quietly. He was on the steps, looking in horror as his twin brother was almost dead, motionless and staring at the him.

Gaston was furious, but Harry and Uma were out the door before anyone could move.

Junior looked at Bronze. "Run," he mouthed, before he was still.

Bronze's eyes met his father's slowly. Gaston slowly breathed, picking up his eldest born carefully. "It should've been you," He muttered.

The teen nodded quickly. Now that Junior was dead... he... he... Bronze quickly left, narrowly missing as Gaston tried to grab him.


Bronze was sitting on the step next to Junior and his half-brother Gil. The three were laughing as the six-year-old was pretending to fight air to impress his older brothers.

The second born of Gaston was watching them both, and Bronze turned to him questionly. There were tears in his eyes that the eldest was trying to to hold back. "Bro?" Bronze asked carefully.

"I swear, I'm going to protect you two until my dying breath," Junior said slowly.

Bronze gave a innocent smile. "And I'll protect you two!" He replied happily.


"GIL! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Gaston roared drunkenly. Gil was currently with Bronze, who hid his brother away from their father. "YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF..." Bronze covered Gil's ears at the curse word.

Junior tried to ward away their father, but it was no use as the door flew open. Gaston saw Bronze trying to protect his brother. Gaston smiled, as the eight-year-old placed himself in front of his brother. The man grabbed Bronze easily, pushing Junior away as well and leaving Gil to suffer in the darkness.


"Gil is worthless, understand?" Gaston growled to his two elder sons. They nodded. "He's a runt and only wants attention."

Bronze looked at Junior, then to the whip Gaston held in his hand. It never touched Junior, not once. Him, on the other hand...

"Gaston III listen!" Gaston shouted, as the whip came down on Bronze's back. He shrieked in agony. Junior looked at his brother, and for the first time, snickered. Bronze stared as Junior began to tease him. He curled his fists. Stupid Junior. Stupid Gil. Junior gets all the attention and is favorited. Gil gets a loving mother even if he doesn't know it yet and powers if he ever makes it off this Isle. What does he get?

Bronze watched as Junior started harassing Gil, breaking the promise he had made when they were younger.

Worthless.

Nothing.

Middle child.

Kill them.

The voice was loud in his head.

Kill them both.


What am I doing? Giving them redemption? Typical me. Typical typical me...

Rest in Pieces Junior. You (might) won't be missed.