Chapter 5
As they walked back, John went back into the memory. He now grasped all the details. It was back in 1933. Eric was 17 and John was 11. Their parents were out on a business trip, and Eric was in charge of John. Him and his brother had just eaten Chinese takeout and were playing a game of poker in his bedroom. John was whooping his brother, Eric's, butt. Eric was down to his last 3 cents, with John having 5 dollars. John had this in the bag, having a full house.
Right as they were at final wagers, there was a screeching of wheels outside. The door was pounded on, then broken down. Eric said, "Hide John, hide!" John scurried under the bed. As he did, the door to the bedroom opened up. There, standing in front of Eric, was a member of the mafia, holding a gun pointed at Eric.
Eric started begging with them, saying, "Please! Don't kill me! My parents are just now arranging a deal for you guys! Please! Don't shoot!" With that statement, the mafia member shot Eric in the stomach and walked away. Eric fell down in a pool of blood from the shot. As the vehicle screeched away, John came out from under the bed. Eric started crawling towards his brother, trying to calm him down.
John was very scared, crying and in shock. Eric told his brother, "Don't worry. I'll be fine. Just promise me, you won't try to get back at-" Eric cut out and died there. John started crying even harder. He knew from that day on that he would try and get back at anyone who did unjust things.
That explained his joining of the Rangers.