Chapter 2
Saturday night, 8pm. Tim and Axel sat in their room, just hanging out, not doing anything of any importance. Tim changed his guitar into an old-fashioned auto-harp and started playing some of his favorite rock songs on it, to hear how odd they would sound that way. Axel, almost supremely bored, merely lounged on his bed in his boxers, looking exactly like the lazy teenage bum he was. Despite this, though, he had enough energy to wave one of his feet slightly in time to Tim's music, especially when he started playing the very catchy "Panic Station."
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Axel bristled, and goosebumps rose all over his body as he pushed himself up onto his arm, then pressed his ear to the wall. "Did you hear that?" he asked.
Tim stopped playing and said, "No, I can't hear anything with this right next to me." He held up his auto-harp, then played the "Madness" intro again to revert it back to its usual guitar form so he could put it away in its case, then he crossed the room and started listening to the wall the way his twin was doing. Sure enough, Axel was right - a faint thumping noise could be heard from the other side, followed by even fainter yelling. Tim turned to Axel, shrugged, and said, "Maybe one of the neighbors is having an argument?"
"Probably," said Axel, as Tim returned to his own bed. "Nothing to worry about, I guess - HOLY SHIT!" Suddenly, a small but lethal-looking shard of glass pierced its way through the wall, stopping just short of penetrating the fly of Axel's boxers and tearing up his genitals.
While Axel stared down at the shard, paralyzed with fear, Tim nonchalantly returned from the other side of the room, examined it, and cracked, "Guess the wall really likes you, brother." It was a testament to how terrified he was at that moment that Axel didn't try and slug Tim upside the head in response, or pull the glass out and stab him with it, or engage in any violence at all. Indeed, he was more preoccupied with making sure he didn't piss himself, and therefore didn't really pay attention to what Tim had said.
Rocky walked in and asked, "What just happened? I heard yelling, and..." He spotted Axel and the embedded glass, and whistled low. "Damn, that one almost FUBAR'ed you," he said, feeling a twinge of pain in his own crotch as he sympathized with his big brother's close call.
"Nothing to worry about, huh?" Tim asked. "Apparently not. What say we go ask around, see what happened?"
"I'll get my jacket," said Rocky, who left the room. Tim then turned back to Axel, who was still rooted to the spot, and pulled his pinky off the wall. Again, Axel was still so shocked that he did nothing to defend himself, so he fell over onto the floor very easily. Tim tossed Axel his pants and t-shirt, waited until he dressed himself, and then led his two brothers down the stairs.
But before they could leave the house, they saw a small dark energy glow shining around the edges of the front door. Sure enough, this soon vanished as the door opened to admit Xion Claymore, wielding her shiny black keyblade, and Lucein following her inside. They both looked very pale and terrified, as if they had just been attacked by somebody.