What is sleep? It is currently 7:14 am and I am posting up Fan fiction. What is wrong with my life? again this is unbetaed so I may miss some things here and there.

Also I should probably note the ages

Dave: 14

John: 14

Bro: 32

Dad: 36

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Three

The younger male had a somewhat peaceful sleep. He had only woken up a few times before falling back to sleep. After the third time he just gave up and just layed on his bed looking up at the celing. He was still unsure on if the water heater was fixed or not and frankly he didn't want to move in order to find out. He was also unsure if Bro was ever going to answer his question. Dave figured he should just give up and forget he ever asked. He sat up and let out a sigh. His red eyes scanned his room able to see somewhat since the sun was currently peeking out of the darkened sky. He grabbed the shades from the bed side table and placed them on his face. He slowly got out of the bed and quietly made his way out of his room and towards the kitchen.

Dave let out an disappointed groan when he saw that there were no poptarts. His next trip was to open the fridge and dodge all of the shitty swords that fell out. In the back of the fridge there seemed to be what used to be a bottle of milk and a sandwich in the back. The only things that looked good in the fridge was the cans of sodas that Bro kept near the front. When the younger blond turned around he noticed Bro, sitting at the kitchen table, shades folded on the table and a mug of coffee in his hands. Hearing his brother come into the room, the older Strider looked up and straightened up a little. He didn't speak, just looked at Dave, expressionless. Normally when their shades were removed that meant that they need to discuss something very serious.

"Morin." Dave mumbled grabbing a bottle of soda. He shoved the swords back into the fridge and sat down across from Bro opening the can. He could clearly see the exhaustion that surrounded the others orange colored irises. When ever the happened that meant that there was something wrong. "dude you look like shit." He commented.

"Dave...Take a seat, kid." Bro was serious and a little hesitant, still trying to figure out his way around what he was about to tell his brother. He hadn't slept very well at all last night. He had been up for a long time, thinking about his question and what the real reasoning was behind their lack of parents. He swallowed and looked at the younger brother, waiting. He slipped of his shades and blinked his eyes slowly allowing the crimson orbs to get used to the lights in the kitchen. "Dude I am already sitting down." He said. He was sure the other could see the bags that adorn his face. "So what's up?"

"Oh. Yeah. Right. Okay..It's about our parents, Dave." He drew in a slow breath, making complete eye contact with his brother. "It's not that we don't have any. It's..We don't /need/ the ones we had.."

"So they just left or something?" He asked. Dave had always wondered if Bro hadn't had to take care of him maybe the other could have done things that he liked or something. "I guess it would have been cool for them to stick around or something to let you live out your dreams but ..." He stopped and took a sip out of the can of soda.

"No, Dave. They didn't leave. We did." He shook his head, then dropped his gaze, quiet for a moment. "You couldn't really remember them, kid..You were two. I could have just left by myself, but I wouldn't just leave you there with them. So I took you with me." He shrugged a little, looking into his full coffee mug.

"I am sorry I asked." Dave said feeling bad about asking.

"Don't be sorry. You have every right to know our parents are worthless shit stains. It was hell there. But I got you away. Don't ask how we managed to go. Mo- She was pretty fuckin upset." He sighed, looking back up at him. "Screamed her head off. Could have been acting, who knows. They could still be lookin for you. Or dead. I haven't kept tabs.."

Dave looked down at the table processing everything that he was just told. "It is cool we don't need them. I mean they must have been pretty fucked up in order for you to take me away from them."

"..Yeah." The older Strider gave a slight nod of his head and looked to the window, turning his mug around in his hands. There were some things he left out, that he didn't want Dave to know. Dave looked up and asked. " what are we going to do for breakfast? I mean the milk looks like it is about ready to walk of the fridge and challenge us to a strife."

"Oh yeah. Shit Lil man..I totally forgot about that. Out of poptarts too..Wanna walk down to the gas station and load up on all the shit we can carry?" He lifted his mug and took a long drink of the coffee, eying him. "Yeah, that sounds great." He said taking a another sip of the soda. "Bro, I am glad you raised me." Dave said before standing up and walking towards his room. "GAH!" he screamed out as he was attacked by a hoard of smuppets. Bro watched his brother leave, smiling just a little when he was no longer present in the kitchen. He waited a little bit, and then finally heard the satisfying noise of Dave's s scream and smirked, nodding in approval. After dragging himself out of the pile of puppet ass, Dave walked into his room and closed the door in order to get dressed. He walked over to a pile of clothes and picked up the nearest shirt and and slipped it on. He also grabbed a pair of pants and slipped them on. Once he was completely dressed he walked back out of the room only to realize that it was bright. " Crap." He muttered before walking back into the kitchen. He knew he was going to have a headache later or he seriously ruined his eyesight. He placed the anime shades on his face and looked around the kitchen.

Bro had vacated the kitchen by the time Dave had returned to it, but had left his mostly full coffee mug and shades. He had gone back to his room and swapped out his dirty clothes for clean, casual street clothes, and some comfortable shoes. He stuffed his wallet into his pocket and headed back out into the kitchen, hat in his hand. He gave a slight nod at his younger brother, before slipping on his shades and hat. "Ready?"

"Yeah, I have been ready." Dave answered shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Okay good. Let's get a move on before you wither away to dust." He turned slowly and started for the door.

"Sadly I can't be as fat as you, Bro." He said following the other towards the room.

"Which is good. Because how will you ever manage to get bitches if you looked like me." He joked, shaking his head and getting the front door for Dave.

He said nothing and walked out the door. The younger blond makes his way toward the stairs annoyed that the elevator still had that gaudy neon pink sign that said out of order on it. Bro glanced at his brother and then away, starting to head downstairs quietly, not knowing what else to say now. "Can I drive the truck?" Dave asked. He looked back at Dave, before giving a little shrug and reaching into his pocket and tossing him the keys. "Go for it."

The teen catches the keys and smirked. "Awesome." He was excited because it was rare that he got to drive since he wasn't old enough to get his permit yet. Bro had taught him how to drive when he was thirteen because there would be times with the other was too intoxicated to drive or just plain old tired. " 'S long as you don't drive us off to find our folks." The older Strider took a few more steps before realizing maybe that wasn't such a good idea to say. "Nah I was going to drive off the bridge to see if the truck can fly." He answered deadpanned. "Oh. Well. Not that either." He nodded a little, reaching the ground floor eventually. The younger Strider said nothing as he walked to the driver side of the orange pick up truck. "come on old man, I ain't getting any younger." He said getting into the truck. "Getting sassier by the minute, aren't you baby brother." He scoffed, nodding a little and heading to get in the truck too, pulling his door shut behind him. "At least I don't got any gray hairs." He said putting the key in the ignition. "Oh? And tell me Dave. Where have you found any in my hair?" He raised a brow and shook his head a little. "Cal told me about them." Dave said backing the truck up. "Wh...Oh." He deadpanned, staring ahead.

"I am just shitting you." Dave said taking off in the road and going towards a Texco

"Well you certainly have enough talent as a pro shit." He scoffed, reaching to nudge his brother a little. "I learned from the best." Dave answered parking the truck and getting out of it

"Thank you thank you. Hold the applause." He retorted and climbed out of the truck after Dave.

" And the award goes to..." Dave said cutting off when he ran into the door. He hissed in pain slightly and shot Bro a glare when he heard a snicker. Bro stopped smirking when his brother glared at him, instead perking a brow in questioning. "Careful kid there's a door there."

The other said nothing and just walked into the gas station and made a bee line for the drinks. He shrugged and followed Dave into the gas station, going right over and grabbing an arms full of cheetoes and other types of chips. The younger Strider grabbed an armful of apple juice and walked towards Bro with his haul. "No food? Just juice. Really?" He raised a brow, but nodded towards the register anyways. "I needed AJ." Dave said walking towards the register after grabbing a couple bags of cheetoes and cool ranch doritos. He goes back and grabs another armful of apple juice. It was never bad to stock up on that stuff because he never knew when would be the next time they would be going out. "Whatever you say lil man." He shrugged and walked over, setting his booty on the counter and heading back for orange soda and a few packages of poptarts as back up. He then goes and grabs some poptarts, some cereal and a few more bags of chips. Dave sets the stuff on the counter and waited for Bro to return throwing some candy into the finally just set the stuff down and reached for his cash, not bothered by the look on the cashier's face.

"Uhm... that will be $56.40." The confused cashier said. The woman glanced between the two that stood in front of her. She had to admit she had seen them a couple of times and was amazed that they weren't dead yet with all of the junk food that they ate. She never really said anything about it to them since it she really didn't know them outside of the work place. Once she was handed the money the woman began to bag up the food and drinks. Once they had received all of their bags Dave walked towards the truck.

"Thanks darlin'." Bro tilted his shades a little and winked at her before heading back out of the gas station and to the truck with his brother, as if nothing about their little trip had been odd in the slightest. Dave was currently sitting in the passenger side drinking a bottle of apple juice. He let out a sigh of contentment after each sip. He had chose to get into the truck while his brother flirted with the woman in the store. Bro went around and climbed into the driver's seat of the truck and just sighed, looking over at Dave and putting a hand out for the keys. "So. Later we should go get some ugly ass sweaters to bring to the Egberts' place."

Dave tosses the keys towards Bro and says, "Cool." The younger strider glanced out the window and towards the sky. He could see a flock of crows chilling on top of the gas station sign. Dave swore those feathery assholes were following him. "did you get her number?" He asked. At the inquiry, the elder Strider just smirked, reaching a hand in his pocket and flashing Dave a little piece of paper. "What do you think?" He took the keys and started up the truck, heading homeward "Awesome." He said sitting back in his seat finishing off his bottle of apple juice. "So what are we gonna do when we get home?" He asked. He was hoping that they weren't going to have a strife today since it seemed to be extremely hot that day.

"Dunno kid. I'm feelin it's one of those do absa-fuckin-lutely nothing kind of day." He shrugged and kept driving. "Cool, I guess." He said staring out the window still. He figured he would work on some of his shitty webcomic until the others logged onto pesterchum. "Are you sure it is cool with you staying home?"

Bro gave a little nod of his head, swinging sharply around a corner and down the street. "Positive Lil man."

"Man it is hot like the fires of hell right now. I mean we could cook bacon and eggs on the side walk right now." He said. The back of his shirt was sticking to him and he could feel the need to take a shower when he got home.

"I'd say we could do that, but we don't have that shit at home." Bro nodded and jerked around another corner before pulling into their spot and parking the car. " Not thanks I think I am gonna have to pass on that." Dave replied. The teen grabbed some bags before opening the car door and stepping out of the truck. He then grabbed a few more bags. 'I just hope the elevator got fixed while we were out.' He thought. He snorted and grabbed the rest of the bags, nodding and getting out of the truck. "We'll do it one day, kiddo." Sighing, he started for the stairs. "Sure we will the day I become a huge feathery asshole." He retorted. "Hm. Of course. I'll keep that in mind, lil bro." He nodded a little. Dave glanced around the lobby area of the apartment complex and noticed two people who he had never seen before yelling at the landlord. "It looks like some one is moving out , Bro." He said nodding his head towards the couple fighting with the landlord. He then noticed the out of order sign on the elevator. 'Great.' He thought. "I wonder why someone would ever want to move out of our amazing complex. It just blows my mind. Just go on to the stairs little dude." He nudged Dave along, sighing.

"I know right. Yeah Yeah I am going." Dave said walking towards the stair case.

"You definitely seem excited about this." He smirked, following him along.

"I am as excited as a five dollar hooker that just got a twenty dollar bill." He sighed. It took them about ten minutes to climb up to their apartment since it was on the top floor. Lucky for them there was only five other people on their floor. One was this strange lady that liked to give him candy and talk about her son that had went off to war. Then there was the creepy cat lady that lived next to them. Dave avoided her at all cost since she would try to get him to watch her cats. The other three was a Mexican family. Dave actually went to school with their two kids. They never really talked since the kids thought he was some type of demon or a freak that would eat them. Dave waited for Bro to unlock the apartment door. Bro wasted no time to get the door unlocked. He unlocked it and let the door slide open, before leading Dave into the apartment and waiting for him to actually get in before he shut the door behind him and headed to the living room to flop down and dig into his cheetoes. The other strider made his way to his room to drop off his load. He quickly grabbed a towel and a change of clothes and made his way to the bathroom. Bro pulled his cheetoes bag open and started to get his munch on, glad to finally have his cheetoes. After his shower Dave walked out into the living room drying his hair. He plopped down on the couch and stared at the tv with his red eyes. "Dude are you seriously watching My Little Ponies?"

"Yes. This show is the shit, little dude. You can't even disagree." He shook his head a little, shoving a handful of cheetoes in his mouth. "Rainbow dash is kinda cool but other then that I don't like the other ponies." He said stealing some cheetoes. "You are such a pony snob, kid." He scoffed, watching him take the cheetoes before looking back at the tv.

"Whatever, at least I am not a brony. I have heard people at school talking about getting off on ponies. I mean that is some fucked up shit." Dave mumbled. "Yeahh.." The older male gave a sharp little nod of his head. "Sure is."

"Some of the things the other kids talk about it strange as shit. I mean the shit they get off on is fucking weird. I swear half of them go to your site or something."

"Wait. You think so?" He raised a brow, looking over at Dave and waiting expectantly.

"Yeah, I mean there was this one kid who had a smuppet in their backpack. At first I thought they took my backpack since you like to shove those things in there but My backpack was on my back. This kid is kinda nerdy and in charge of the robot club or something like that."

"Interesting. Just out of curiosity. Could you say you are able to guesstimate how old this kid is?" He kept his brow raised, watching his brother.

"14 or 15 why?" He asked slightly confused with the question.

"Huh. Just wondering." He gave a slight shrug, looking back at the screen.

"Okay, if you are going to try and put an age thing up on your site, it ain't going to work." Dave said leaning back so his back was against the futon. " Get this though some of the teachers still talk to me in sign language. It actually surprise them that I can actually talk."

"Hah. An age thing. And block out potential customers or viewers? Tsk tsk, kid. I'd never." He smirked. "I believe that, kid. You're like some kind of mouse."

"Of course you wouldn't plus their dumb asses are paying for my iphone. I just don't want to talk to them is all, I mean I wouldn't go to school if I didn't have to."

"Yeah yeah. I know kiddo. I wouldn't make you if it wasn't necessary and all that shit."

"It is not like I am going to become some rocket scientist. I plan on becoming a DJ or a movie star." He said closing his eyes.

"Both are pretty good goals, kiddo." He nodded a little, leaning back against the couch and relaxing. "Yeah." He said just listening to the tv. Dave always felt more comfortable around Bro since he knew the other one would always be there for him. Bro was superman in his eyes, since his brother was a Hero in his eyes. Nothing would cause that to change for Dave. Bro looked over at his brother, and proceeded to lean over, extending a hand and ruffling the younger blonde's hair. "I'm proud of you kiddo. Even if you are a part time shit." With that one little gesture, his attention returned to the television screen. At that comment the other one stole the remote and put the tv on the painting channel. The younger one stuck his tongue out and jumped off the futon taking the remote with him.

"You. Little. Shit. This means war." He rolled up and hopped over the back of the futon, trying to block Dave's path in the meantime. Dave smirked and crawled under the futon since he was still small enough to fit underneath it and went towards the front door.

"Aw hell naw. You get your plush rump back here lil man. Or your ass is mine." He scoffed, heading after him.

"Up yours." He said running out the door and towards the stairs. He smiled inwardly to himself. He had cleverly hid the remote some where under the futon, well to be exact in a place Bro wouldn't be able to reach. Bro snorted and darted out the door behind him, flash stepping once or twice while on the chase, knowing that Dave probably didn't even have the remote, but hell if he was about to just give this up right now. The younger strider didn't bother looking behind him. Since he knew Bro would flash step in order to catch him. Dave had been using flash step as well but he wasn't as fast as the older strider yet. He let out a slight noice when he ran into something somewhat solid. He just smirked and wrapped both arms around the fleeing boy, holding him firmly. "Thought you could get away from me, huh champ? Well think again, kiddo."

Dave squirmed for a moment hoping to get free but just gave up after a while. "Congrats You caught me please report to the front desk for your prize." He spat out in a bored tone.

"Well shit if I didn't think that sounded kind of disappointed. Were you hoping I'd send you off in the ocean like Free Willie? What's the problem, kiddo?" He raised a brow, poking at Dave's sides.

Dave smirked before kicking Bro in the shins hoping that his plan would work in his favor were he would be set free. "Nah I am not into whales, I am more of a dolphin fan."

Bro hissed and let his brother go, narrowing his eyes a little at the smaller blonde. "Uh huhh."

Dave took the moment and flashed stepped towards the apartment door and quickly locked it once inside. Bro turned once his brother was free and darted back up the stairs to their door, jiggling the handle a little and sighing. "Nice." The younger male stood some what close to the door. he could just picture the annoyance on Bro's face at the moment. He laughed inwardly when he saw the door knob jiggle when the other tried to be let back into the apartment. "Sorry no one is home right now, please leave a message after Fuck I left the keys in the apartment like a tool." Dave shouted.

"Alright kid. Party's over. Time to let big bro back inside before he decides to catch a ride to your school and have a very /friendly/ talk with your teacher." He tried, dropping his hand from the knob. "Dude you are forgetting one thing, the keys are inside the apartment. Plus I don't think you would walk all the way to my school just because I locked you out." He shouted back.

"Oh I know. And I know a couple a people who'd be willing to give me a lift. And you don't think I would?" He smirked, listening closely to the other end of the conversation. The younger Strider stood there looking at the door for a few minutes weighing his options. He could unlock the door and things would be less humiliating or he could leave the apartment door locked and then be forced to go to the seventh layer of hell. He chose the lesser of two evils and walked towards the door to unlock quickly and hopefully abscond to his room before he was caught. Bro stood right in front of the door, waiting for that familiar little click of the lock before he would toss the door open and spring on his younger brother, hopefully bringing him to the ground as planned. The sound of the lock being unlocked could be heard through out the some what quiet apartment. Dave's heart was currently beating a mile a minute. He stepped away from the door and turned to make a mad dash for his room. Bro waited about a nanosecond before throwing the door open and flash stepping after the teen, making a dive for the boy's ankles.

Dave landed painfully on the ground and tried to get his legs free from the other's death grip on them. "Would you contorl your kid, the two of you scared mittens." The cat lady from next door said standing at the currently open door not all fazed at what she was seeing. "Although I don't think pinning your mute son down is gonna make him talk." She said before leaving the two. "Why does everyone think I am mute?" He asked placing his arms under his head. Bro snorted as she left and wormed his way up and reached to ruffle Dave's hair. "Dunno. But who the fuck cares. She's off her rocker."

"I know I don't talk much but that doesn't mean I am mute." He grumbled.

"Yeah kid I know. Don't mind em. They're bat shit crazy. And I know you ain't mute. No big deal." He shrugged, ruffling Dave's hair before rolling off of him.

"I know. I just think they are stupid is all." He replied sitting up cross legged. "The question is do you know were the remote is?" He asked. "Do I know where the..Oh. Nah. I give, lil dude. Kind of out of the tv mood right now anyways." He gave a shrug and just lay there on the hall floor. "Really so that means I won." He said simply. He laid back on his back and stared at the ceiling. "Yeah. Guess it does, doesn't it?" Bro nodded a little bit, not bothering to move much at all. "Awesome." He said slipping his eyes close under his shades. "So I think we should go get those sweaters soon."

"Yeah. We definitely should." He turned his head to look at Dave a little, before looking up at the ceiling. "Yup.."

The sound of a phone ringing could be heard through out the quiet apartment. "Bro, the phone."

"Yep. Definitely ringing." He nodded a little, but didn't move at first, other than to look over at his brother again.

"I am not getting it." He replied feeling Bro's eyes on him. Although he was curious to see who would be calling the house this early. Since normally he was at school and Bro was at work or asleep around this time. "Lazy shit." He muttered under his breath, but rolled up and onto his feet, flash stepping away from him and plucking up the phone, answering it with a brow raised. "Y'ello?"

"Hello is there a Dirk Strider there?" a woman's voice asked.

"Depends who's the one askin." He glanced back down the hall towards where Dave was, listening to hear the woman.

"I am calling from north middle school." The woman continued. She felt some what unnerved by the other voice on the phone.

"Huh. Y'know. I would've expected some formal news of Dave's suspension to come up faster than that. What's up?" He raised a brow, eying the kid at the end of the hall.

"Well it is about that, we did try to contact you yesterday but it would seem that we were unable to. It would seem that your child will be suspended for a week. Also there was an older couple here earlier asking about your child." The woman said. "A week. Well that's a couple a days offa two. Guess we'll have to deal with that. What do you mean older couple asking about him? Why'd anyone be askin about Dave?" He furrowed his brows together, straightening up a little more. "I don't know sir they said they were from CPS. They seemed kinda fishy so we sent them away. Also the teacher that had sent him to the office said that he needs to learn how to better interact with the other children and to speak up when he is being bullied instead of taking care of the issue himself. "

"Being bullied? CPS? Wait. Hold the fuck up, lady. What do you mean? Dave ain't the kid to let people pull shit on him without handin their asses back to em. And you're telling me he's being bullied. And what's this shit about CPS? This kid is fuckin fine. Better than ever. Not a fresh scratch on his precious little noggin. Why would they show up at the school?" Gears started turning, and he headed to the door to make sure Dave was inside.

Dave was still laying on the ground curled up sleeping. "As I said sir, we had sent the couple away since something didn't add up to their story. As for the fact that your child is being bullied, it tends to happen a lot since he choses not to speak while at school. Is there anything going at home that would cause him not to speak at school? The only time he does chose to speak it normal is when he is sent to the office. "

"No there's nothin goin on at home. He's fine. Kind of a pain in the ass, really. But nothin's wrong. I'm not doin anything to him if that's what you're implying. What do you know about the old folks then? Give me everything you know, lady. It's important stuff." He sighed a little when he saw Dave. "If nothing is going on I suggest you sit down and talk with him. I am sure that talking will sort out things. Well the woman seemed some what off the most. She seemed more histerical then the male. That is the main reason why we sent them away. The male on the other hand was a little more calm and demanding. We gave no information and told them to leave before we call the cops."

"Did you get any visuals. Because at this point shit could be pretty fuckin bad. God if this is what I think it is, they only need a phone book and the fuckin landlord who'll gladly tell anyone which fuckin apartment is ours." He rambled on, bending down to carefully scoop Dave into his arms.

Dave gripped Bro's shirt and mumbled something. "Well the woman was some what short with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The male was fairly tall wearing a suit and had green eyes. " The woman answered. "Fuck. Okay. Thanks for the heads up. I'll talk to him about that other shit I guess. Have a good one, lady." With that, and a bit of paranoia, Bro hung up the phone and set it down, just standing there with Dave in his arms and a string of colorful curse words at his lips. "Fuckin fantastic.."

Dave woke up jarred out of his sleep due to Bro's cursing. "Wh..at is up?" He asked in between a yawn. He took note that Bro was currently holding him like he used to when he was a kid. Bro looked down at Dave, and made a quick effort to change his expression. "Dave. No matter what fuckin happens, I want you to know that I won't give you up without a fight." He frowned slightly and glanced at the door briefly.

"Uhm...Okay, But what is going on Bro?" He asked confused. "Did some crazed fan find the aparment again or something?"

"..Dave I'm just going to be outright fucking honest with you, okay?" He drew in a long breath and paused before speaking again. "It was some broad from your school on the phone. Told me you're bein bullied and that an old couple was there looking for you today. The lady was apparently hysterical. I'm not going to lie to you, little man..But there's a pretty fuckin high chance it was our folks and that they're gonna turn up here if they can find our address.."

"I am being bullied but I am handling it on my own. How the hell did they find out what school I went too I mean that seems kinda creepy that they were able to find out that." He said.

"That bullying shit we'll have to talk about later, but the real problem is that they're here in Houston, looking for you. Not for us. For you. No doubt they probably want to take you back and have me arrested for kidnapping or some similar bull fuckery. And just as we have our resources kid, they have theirs.." He sighed a little, holding Dave closer. Dave could find nothing to say and just clung to his brother. There was no way he would want to live with some people he didn't know nor did he want Bro to go to jail. "Why would they bother to keep looking now? I don't want to lose you." He said. He shook his head, rubbing Dave's back carefully, sighing a little and tightening his hold a little. "I don't know why now of all times but there's no way I'm about to just give you to em."

Dave felt less at ease and a bit more freaked out now that he clung to his brother more. He knew Bro wouldn't ever let some one take him or harm him at all. Even if he drove the other up the wall sometimes. Dave was never harmed at all. "They had their chance with you and they blew it. They can't have you back.." Bro frowned a little, lifting a hand to carefully pet his younger brother's hair softly. "I've got you kiddo.."

"Don't leave me." Dave said. Before he had woken up he was having a dream were his brother had been fighting with a huge black dog and was about to be killed. "They must have been real assholes then." He said.

A loud knock was heard through out the somewhat quiet apartment causing both Striders to freeze.

Note: Hmmmmmm... I think I should head off to bed before my dog starts trying to become one with my laptop dun dun I wonder who is at the door? Well anyways that is all for Chapter three. Woot two more chapters to post for today and then I shall be working on the next five. Updates will be made Saturdays and Sundays. If they are not up by then it will be Monday and Tuesdays unless I am busy with life or at a Convention.