A/n: Thanks to so many wonderful reviews I immediately went ot work on this chapter. I want to thank everyone because their reviews and comments mean alot to me, and along with the requests I have, this shall be updated as soon as I have the time.. As stated before, this story will have some dark and mature themes.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me except Greg, and previously Michelle.
Warnings: (I should mention for this story as a whole.) Incest, Violence, Drug use, Torture, Mutilation, Kidnapping, Blood ect.
Italiacs at the begining are a dream/memory to clarify.
Reviews are definitely welcomed and appreciated.
"I-Im sorry, I-I-I'm so s-sorry..." The small blond child whimpered, holding onto his unconscious brother for dear life. "P-Please w-w-w-wake u-up Butch..." The dark-haired child wrapped in his arms didn't respond to his pleas, remaining motionless where dried blood crusted the left side of his face and over his left eye. That...man had once again beaten Butch into unconciousness, once again unable to bend the rowdy, violent child to his will. The blond, Boomer, had gotten away with only a bruised cheek and a broken finger.
A bandaged hand wound itself around the blond's shoulders and shifted so that Boomer's head rested on his shoulder. The other hand tenderly stroked the top of Butch's head, lightly ruffling the dirty locks.
"I'm sorry. I'll find us a way outta this hell. I promise." Brick whispered, pulling his brothers to him, a small choked sob finally tearing from his throat.
Red eyes fluttered open at the slight streak of sunlight that ghosted over his face from the blond's dark blue curtains. He adjusted himself onto his back, and ran a hand across his face, hoping to wake himself up fully. Boomer lay next to him, puffy blanket wrapped around him and pulled up to where only the blond's closed eyes and the tips of his fingers showed. Brick sat up, a bit surprised that the blond didn't jerk awake at the movement. Boomer was always an extremely light sleeper. Brick shrugged and quickly turned his legs off the bed, quickly standing and walking over to the window to close the curtains fully, wanting Boomer to get as much sleep as he could. As quiet as Brick could manage, he slipped out of the blond's room after unlocking the door and closing it softly behind him.
Butch hummed a soft tune to himself as he quickly lit up a smoke, inhaling the sweet nicotine. He blew out a ring of smoke as Brick entered the kitchen where the noiret was sitting at the table. Brick noticed the bloody hands and blood splatters across Butch's face. A blood-stained handprint was left on Butch's shirt as well. The redhead shook his head and quickly opened the fridge.
"The woman?" Brick questioned.
"One, a real treat. She was a screamer. Two, already cut her up last night and shipped the important parts to Greg. Three, the rest is gone in the harbor. As always." Butch answered, a grin splitting his face. Brick eyed the noiret.
"Butch?"
"What?"
"I thought we discussed this last week. You've brought a new playmate home almost every day for the past six weeks. You need to tone it down. Boomer hasn't been sleeping again."
"Ah fuck..." Butch muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Can't we just get him on some pills or something?"
"You know how he gets when you mention that Butch..." Brick reminded, casting a side-ways glance at Butch before returning to the task of pulling out bacon, eggs, and biscuit mix.
"I know, I know. Fuck I get it, slow the parties and playtime. Got the message loud and clear sir!" Butch said, his voice taking on a mocking tone towards his last sentence.
"Be sure that you do." Was all Brick said before walking to the stove and pulling out the needed pans from the cabinet next to it. Butch watched him with interest, slightly tilting his head to the side.
"So what'd ya' do last night?" He quipped before taking another drag on his cigarette
"I checked on Boomer and ended up sleeping with him since I knew he wouldn't get any sleep otherwise."
A brief look of guilt flashed on Butch's features before it disappeared just as quickly. "Oh."
The two brothers left the conversation where it had ended for now, as Brick continued to prepare breakfast for them. The sound of sizzling bacon quickly wet Butch's appetite, causing him to lick his lips. Brick, concluding that he had at least ten minutes before any of the food would be done in time to plate it, decided to take a seat at the table as well. He turned his attention to Butch.
"Please go hop in the shower. You're filthy and Boomer's going to wake up and tip-toe down any minute now. You know seeing blood makes him queasy."
Butch snuffed his cigarette out in the ashtray beside his elbow. "Yeah, kinda hard to forget. But save me some extra bacon ok?" Butch said, standing up and shuffling towards the bathroom. He stopped before he entered the second hallway.
"Hey..umm" Butch started, but paused, making Brick glance at him.
"Yes Butch?"
"Tell Booms, I'm uh, kinda sorry."
"You can tell him yourself. Now go clean up, dirty boy."
Butch rolled his dark green eyes before he disappeared from sight. A few minutes and the stove started beeping, signaling that the biscuits were done. Brick quickly got up and pulled them out of the oven and sat them on the right side of the stove top since it wasn't being used. The eggs looked well fried, so he decided to plate them then. All that was left was the bacon, and Brick decided to drop a few extra pieces on the pan.
"U-Um H-H-Hey Brick..."A soft voice whispered behind him. Brick smiled and turned around to face his youngest brother, who sat close to the chair, but not in it.
"Hi Boomer. Sleep well last night?"
"U-Uh yeah b-but y-y-y-you didn't h-have to sleep w-with me l-last n-n-night..."
"Nonsense. It was easy and I could keep an eye on you. I also got a good night's sleep, plus your bed is sooooo comfy. " Brick joked, elated when the blond actually cracked a smile.
"O-Okay t-t-thats good."
"Boomer. You can sit you know. I made breakfast. Butch should be joining us shortly."
"O-ok" Boomer muttered, slowly taking a seat closest to the hallway where his room was located in. Brick came over to the table and sat a plate in front of the blond. Two eggs over easy and three biscuits. Brick ruffled the blond's hair playfully before checking on the bacon. The ends were starting to char, so Brick swiftly turned the stove off and quickly grabbed at the pieces of meat, setting them on the remaining plate. He set the plate of bacon on the table before grabbing his and Butch's plate and finally sitting himself down next to Boomer. He handed a fork to his youngest brother, and set another fork near Butch's plate.
Butch himself decided to grace the kitchen with his presence once more, a white towel slung around his shoulders. His hair was soaked, signaling that he hadn't bothered to dry his hair much. He had slipped on a black t-shirt and dark grey jeans. At the sight of his plate he quickly dropped down on the other side of Boomer and immediately grabbed for a piece of bacon.
"Butch, didn't you have something to say?" Brick reminded, tearing the top off of his biscuit.
"Huh? Oh yeah..." Butch looked towards Boomer, and nudged the blond's leg with his foot. Boomer looked at him questioningly. "Look, Boomer I'm sorry about last night. I know ya' don't like all these people coming into the house and all."
"I-Its o-ok B-Butch..."
"No its not. Look I'll cut down on my party and playtime okay? But!" The noiret quickly chirped, running his knuckles over the blond's cheek. "Ya' have to try coming outta yer' room more often. C'mon and watch some tv with me or something. We can watch those crime shows, Law and order or whatever. Deal?"
"U-Um" Boomer looked to Brick nervously, to which the redhead simply nodded. Blue eyes shifted back to Butch. "O-o-o-okay d-deal."
"Cool!" Butch grinned, stuffing another piece of bacon into his mouth. Just then a loud whistle tune sounded, and Brick quickly fished his phone out of his pocket. He answered it with a gruff "Hello?"
"Yo, Brick its me, Greg!"
"Any particular reason you're calling so early?
"Oh well uh, ya' know that bitch Butch sent me last night?"
"Yes?" Brick's eye started to twitch, though he kept his voice even.
"Well I shipped the parts off, made some money for ya, but..."
"But?"
"Well, ya' see one of them was for Carla. The nurse right? Freaky broad I tell ya. Ya' know how she uses that second hospital address?"
"Go on."
"Well apparently Carla quit sometime last week. There's this new chick there, and the package is making its way to her..."
"Is there any way to intercept it beforehand?"
"I-I don't think so..."
Brick sighed, and tapped his finger against the table's edge in irritation. "This is the second screw-up you've had with us Gregory. One more strike" Brick paused, a small smirk painting itself onto his face. "And you're out."
"Y-Yes Brick, I understand. No more fuck-ups on my part. Nope, not one..."
"Good. Now I trust you at least have the name of this girl?"
"Uh..Yeah I think...Utonium, I know that for sure...Um I think it was Beatrice?...No Brittney..N0! No, Blossom, it had to be Blossom. Blossom Utonium."
"Alright. I will see you this afternoon behind McFollies then. Do not be late." With that Brick hung up the phone and set it beside him. He rubbed the side of his head with one hand.
'Blossom Utonium huh?'