This chapter was an interesting experience for me. I started out with a completely different idea that I was unable to finish... about five times. Finally, this idea came to me, and I managed to stick with it. Hopefully you enjoy it. :)
Oh, and I still don't own these characters. Of course.

"You really don't know anything? I'd bet you're lying."
"Look, we know ya ain't stupid, ya little punk! Tell us what happened! Who killed 'im?"
"We just wanna know what happened... You were here, and you were always with King Dad... Please, just tell us..."

Shut up! You losers don't know anything! I don't know anything! Why should I know anything? Look, I just lost my Papa... just like you! Can't I have some time to myself, losers?

"You are a smart youngster, so you must realize that we are not accusing you of anything..."
"Hell no, we're not! I am! I actually think he did it! I mean, think about it! He was always with King Dad, and yet he says he doesn't know anything... That's just stupid! I mean-"
"No, we are not accusing him. He is our brother."
"Well, I still think he did it!"

Jeez, won't you losers just shut up? Aren't you all my big brothers? Why are you all ganging up on me like this? I hate you... Mama always says that hate is a bad thing, but right now I... I just don't care! You losers deserve for me to hate you!

Bowser Junior clenched his fists tightly, glaring silently at his older brothers. He really didn't understand them at all. No... they didn't understand him. It had been three days since they had returned from Water World, and not one of them had spoke to him until now. He now wished they had forgotten about his very existence, because they had came to him all at once, asking about their father's death. As if he was supposed to know every little detail! Some nerve they had... And he really couldn't stand it.
In fact, he wanted them all to drop dead for such assumptions. He knew his Mama would be disgusted at the thought, but his Papa? Wouldn't he be proud of him for being strong enough to do it?
Isn't that what Papa always wanted from me? To be tough and fearless and everything. To be like him...

"Look, I told you," he began, tensing his body as to keep from acting out- it was much too soon to do anything, "I don't know who attacked. I don't know why they killed Papa. I don't know why I was left alive... So just stop asking."

His attention panned slowly across each of his brothers, taking in the features and expressions of each. First was Lemmy, whose face was red with tears and body shook slightly, as though he was going to burst back into a crying fit at any moment. Then there was Iggy, whose large eyes twitched, staring back, and whose head was slightly tilted as a strange, low squeal escaped from his lungs. Directly in front of him was Ludwig, whose round eyes were bloodshot, and whose hair was very much unkempt. To his side was Larry, who stood silently with his arms crossed- probably plotting something. Morton was next. His eyes were wide and angry as he attempted to pry Roy's hand from his mouth. Roy, of course, was almost impossible to read, because of his sunglasses, but the curve of his lips suggested that he was rather annoyed- but whether it was just with Morton or something more, Junior couldn't tell.

"Why do ya keep sayin' that," Roy growled, stepping in closer toward his youngest brother. "Frankly, guys, I'm gettin' tired of this punk ass lyin' to us. Now, if ya don't wanna get ya head shoved up ya ass, tell us what the fuck ya know! Now!"
As Roy shortened the distance between the two of them, Junior puffed up his chest and hissed. This display of fearlessness only encouraged the older brother, making him laugh out loud.
"Oh, ya think ya can take me?"

Oh, I can take all of you losers! You laugh now, but just you watch...!
Finally succumbing to a blind rage, he thrust his entire body toward his brother, then proceeded to clench his fangs into the flesh of his victim's arm. Ignoring Roy's howl of anger, he swung his limbs wildly, punching and kicking any spot he could manage. A sort of excitement rushed throughout his body when his bite struck blood, causing him to to bite and swing harder.

"Fuckin' freak!" Roy screamed in a mixture of shock- not one of his siblings had ever left a mark on him- and anger. Due to the grip the little moron had on his arm, he was able to easily lift him off of the ground just by lifting his arm. Thanks to his instinct as a fighter, he quickly thought of a way to use this to his advantage. Ignoring all of the measly 'throws', he swung his arm toward the stone wall.

Lemmy and Iggy both screamed and retreated into their shells as soon as they heard Junior's bones crack from the impact. Morton howled in encouragement, finding Roy's rage quite the site to behold. Larry took a couple steps back in fear, not wanting to agitate the situation. Ludwig, feeling heat build up in his lungs, quickly scanned the area surrounding the two, determining at which angle his fire breath would least harm them and yet make them stop.

Junior released his bite, a scream of pain escaping his lips. His back had been protected by his shell, but his legs had met the wall with such force that he knew almost instantly that they were broken. Frantically, he tried to use his arms to crawl up his brother's arm, now more worried about distancing himself from the wall than hurting anyone. Roy quickly caught on and laughed yet again as he jerked his arm back, and then back into the wall- this time making a point to make Junior's head the part of his body that cracked.

Papa... It hurts so much... Please... Make it stop!
His vision fading fast, Junior let out a weak cry.
He could hear the screams of his brothers, followed by the sensation of a sudden heat enveloping him.
Then everything turned to nothing.

And there is is. Please review and let me know what you think, and the third chapter will be up soon. :)