Disclaimer: I don't own Rocket Power, only Del.

Lars had managed to get in the house and stash his gun before anyone saw him and the police were doing an investigation.

Twister was currently sitting in his room after his millionth shower and watching the tape from their 'mondo mountain' adventure.

"Just because it's more fun to be mean to him than it is to be nice doesn't mean I don't care about him."

The Lars on the screen said again and Twister bit his lower lip.

That was right, even though they didn't get along Lars still cared about him, right? What other reason could he have for shooting Del? Then why had Lars been acting the way he was? Twister suddenly grabbed at his chest and squeezed. It had been hurting there a lot lately.

"Why?" Twister wondered "Why does it hurt so much? It hurt when Del..." Twister couldn't finish that thought, "And it always hurts when Lars..." Again he couldn't bring himself to finish his thought. "The hurting stops eventually, but I still keep feeling this pain." Tears stung Twister's eyes "It never goes away, it's getting worse. I just want it to stop. Please somebody, anybody, please make it go away. Make it stop!"

Then Twister saw the time and realized that he was late for hockey practice. He quickly turned off the tape and rushed out the door.

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"Dude, where were you?" Otto demanded, none too thrilled

"Are you okay, Twist? That gunshot was pretty close to your house." Reggie gave him a look of concern

It wasn't just the gunshot. Something had been different about him for awhile. Twister still acted the same and did the same things, but still there was this feeling around him like something was off.

"I'm fine." Twister assured her

"That's a lie. Please notice I'm lying."

Of course, no matter how much Twister wanted someone to figure it out there was always just as big a part of him that didn't trust anyone to be able to help.

Reggie just nodded and they went on to play their game.

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The police were questioning everyone to see if somebody knew about what had happened. Finally they got to Twister

"If I tell them Lars will kill me ( I hope that doesn't turn out to be literal) No, Lars wouldn't go that far with me. Would he? No, of course not! Still, if I tell... Wait, Lars won't be able to hurt me from jail. Then the pain will go away, right? It's his fault I feel this way. Alright, I'm going to tell." Twister decided firmly

"Did you see anything, Twister?" Officer Shirley questioned

Now was his big chance

"No, nothing." Twister blurted out before he could stop himself

"Dang it! Why didn't I just tell her?" He mentally berated himself

Like Reggie officer Shirley looked suspicious for a moment.

"Don't ask. Just believe me and go." Twister silently begged

Officer Shirley nodded and left. Twister couldn't help feeling disappointed.

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"I saw you talking to the police." Lars stated to Twister with the slightest hint of a threat in his voice

"I didn't tell them anything." Twister assured him

and Lars looked relieved

"Good job, bro." Lars smiled

"Good job?" The words repeated themselves in Twister's head

He couldn't remember Lars saying that to him before. He felt happier, yet somehow at the same time worse.

"What?" Lars looked at him annoyed

and Twister realized that he'd been staring

"Nothing." Twister shook his head and ran away in case his brother decided to use him as target practice for his fists again.