Ch. 3 The Lunatic

The lunatic wasted no time, he lunged at the newcomer, landing a fist right in her -no- his face.

Unprepared for the attack, the girl stumbled back, her head smashed against the wooden door. allowing gravity to take it's toil. She fell to the floor in a dazed state, as the girl's new brother kicked her repetitively in the stomach, ignoring the liquid seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Boomer started with guilt, but also relief that it wasn't he who was enduring such pain.

Brick remained quiet. Standing still. Watching. Waiting.

The way a vulture's eyes watch as signs of death descend upon it's oblivious victim. The way the bird, so above the others waits for it's meal to finally collapse over from extinguishing pain. The superior one flew above, circling, making its statement above, in the skies.

The dominate one. Utter superiority. Above. Above all.

Brick was superior, but that was just a given. Being male helped further that he was invincible, despite his frustration of how he managed to get side tracked so easily, willfully. By her light. The emeralds.

She's inferior. A female, Brick said to himself, not worth anything, like all females...

His thoughts were dismissed as his brother -Butch the crazy fighter- was sent flying across the room. Crashing into the wall right behind Brick and Boomer.

The look on the blonde's face insisted of shock, awe, and fear; all together on one face of a Boomer.

Brick stared in disbelief. Then he whipped his head at the direction of the girl who stood there, dress now ripped, fists clenched, using a free hand to swipe at the blood from her mouth. A defiant look in her eye as she zipped by the two astonished boys, reversing the previous roles as she began to kick his lunatic of a brother.

It did not take long before Brick decided to take part, by yanking hard on Buttercup's short, surprisingly silky, hair; causing her to abruptly stumble to the floor.

"What the hell," upon hearing her voice for the first time, Brick got a strange sensation in his chest, but being an emotionless bastard, he continued to ignore the strange new sensation; focusing more on the tone rather than the effect it seemed to have on him. In Brick's ears her voice was not mad. Not enraged, nor angry, no it seemed to be a scream of disappointment. A tone barely recognizable to the eldest due to all of Boomer and Butch 's failures. But never Brick. Brick didn't fail. Nor did he disappoint, until now.

"Calm down, Buttercup," Brick spoke carefully, as if he were speaking to a starved animal waiting for it's opportunity to pounce, "He was just a little excited-"

"Not him, dumb-ass!" Crimson eyes narrowed at her tone's direction. Him. Speaking to him as if he was nothing more than someone below her, "You! Why'd the hell you butt in! I was fucking teaching that psycho a lesson!"

They both turned their heads at the snickering escaping from behind Boomer. Butch wrapped his arm around his now terrified brother, laughing hysterically.

"Don't worry bro," Butch said to Boomer, "You have so been replaced by Butterbutt." His tongue swept over his upper gums that crazed smile never leaving his face.

The taste of blood excited him. Usually another person's blood really excited him... But this blood. It was his. His blood didn't taste like others. No, it was raw, fresh, and his.

This bitch made me bleed, the thought made him grin even wider. Revealing his true crazy in front of his new little sister.

Boomer couldn't breathe. Never had he ever been more terrified of his brother then now. He had always been used to his brother's beatings, noogies, stronger fighting technique, harsh name calling, and terror tales told in the middle of the night... However this had been the most traumatizing event for his brother to do; smile.

Butch usually smiled when he was enjoying himself, but this smile... It would give any sane person goosebumps. Except Buttercup.

Her snarl only encouraged this sort of behavior.

This time before Butch could even throw a punch, a blur of red intercepted it.

Brick held his brother in place, already enraged by Buttercup's earlier comment, he felt the responsibility to have done something to prevent his psychotic brother's madness.

However, now he did. Not that he cared what happened to emerald, because in Brick's mind if anyone were to make the girl know her place it would be him. Not some lunatic.

"Butch," Brick's blood eyes sent a shiver through Boomer who was still submissive under Butch's grip.

Not only did the lunatic of a brother scare the blonde, but the redhead as well. However, there was a difference in each brother's superiority in the battle of dominance.

Butch was a nut. That part was a fact, his metal brutality, in other words when given the opportunity Butch acted on whim simply because he felt his needs were to be met. Whether or not they were appropriate, or necessary; his psychotic-ass was not to be left alone with his own thoughts. Boomer was granted the chance to experience the maniac's needs when Butch managed to be put in the corner. A "time-out" their mother called it, but the boys knew better, it was Father's form of solitude. A punishment in which a person reflected back on the wrongs they've done to better themselves. And when Boomer volunteered to go give Butch the news of getting off, the crazy green eyes locked onto blue. The brunette launched himself on top of the blonde sibling. After Boomer took the beating of a lifetime, the poor boy was left on the floor. Beaten. Bruised. Water falling from closed eyes. Whimpering, unable to see clearly, he heard an angered voice say, "If you were going to be a fucking little pussy about it, next time don't fucking pop into my head." That marked the day Boomer discovered two important things. One, never volunteer. Ever. And two, Butch was nuts.

Brick, on the other hand, unlike Boomer was gifted with physical strength leveled with Butch, but at least Brick had the decency to hold back during rough housing. Brick looked unsatisfied with anything below his standards, for example Butch, Boomer only recalled one moment where Butch truly fought Brick. It was Butch's needs that demanded to be met as he unexpectedly slammed Brick into a random room. Butch told Boomer before hand to lock the door. Obeying his brother's whims, Boomer did not get the honor of laying eyes on the match. No, the boy only got in a peek when silence erupted within the room. Boomer's jaw fell to the floor, blue eyes baring witness to blood seeping from Butch's smashed in nose, his right eye swollen shut, along with the image of crimson dripping onto the, now, ruby carpet from an out of place jaw. Furthering his suspicions, he open the door fully shifting his eyes on Brick, who stood there. Towering over the brunette clutching the boy's dark scalp. Hovering above the beaten lunatic, untouched. Like a superhero, Boomer's innocence led him to believe upon the sight. Until his mind recalculated the horrid event. No, not a hero, the terrified blonde saw the way Brick stood. He'd been invincible, coming out of that fight without even a bit of a struggle, nor sympathy for his opponent, that look in his eyes told Boomer everything. Brick was someone not to be challenge, but feared, He was a God.

Again. Boomer coward in fear as both brothers continued to stare each other down. An unsurpassed red gaze to growling green intensity.

Both unwavering, had it not been for a flash of white hitting Brick from behind, along with Butch. They both glanced at the object. A pillow. The attention snapped back to the thrower.

"Are you guys finally done staring? My god," she let out a frustrated growl. "Look just...ugh! Let me and that bitch-" her finger directed itself at the shaking brother, "And by the time we're done, then you can go back to fuck'n looking at each other."

Before either domineering brother could comment, the fearful one quickly escaped his brother's grasp, to ever so gracefully hide behind the younger girl.

"Oh poor little sis," he stared into her -he quickly noted- bright glare, while trying to avoid the two pair of eyes glaring back. "Isn't it sad how our brothers have mistrea-"

SMACK!

The sound echoed off the walls. It all happened so fast. The girl's fist connected to the dumb blonde's skin, the redhead was stunned of the events, and crazy eyes took the opportunity to maneuver around his brother tackling the bitch who fuck'n hit his dumb-ass of a brother.

Or maybe, Butch only wanted to meet his needs, the ones he got during the staring battle, between red and green. The green eyed brother that wanted to obliterate those bloody eyes of his... He despised the crimson that taunted him, reminded him of the match that never got re mentioned. And, why? Deep down Butch knew that his bitches were too scared to bring up the moment where his needs weren't fulfilled. Unsatisfied. It might have been his pansy of a brother, Boomer, probably didn't want to get his ass kicked, Butch thought in spite.

Really, it was Brick's fault, his punk ass fuck'n looked at Butch making the mistake of getting pumped up by the crimson. The red reminded Butch of blood. The substance that fulfilled his needs, never getting enough of, but the girl's blood would satisfy him just the same.

His fist found her nose hearing a satisfying crunch, using his free arm to uppercut her -his- stupid chin. However, blinded by his rage the girl managed to bend backwards, kicking Butch in the face though unable properly stand due to her dizzy fatigue from earlier advances.

After steadying himself, Butch regained focus, setting his eyes on the girl. Her dress was tattered, hair stuck to her sweaty face, and then his gaze shifted to her face.

She's bleeding, he thought. The bitch's substances fell from her nose, fun.

Brick snapped back to reality upon something that mad him literally snap. Now, it wasn't when his little brother got punched. No. Nor Butch's face getting kicked. Not that either. He regained conscious when hearing the breaking of bones, scratch that, her bones. He lost it.

He reacted by pulling his brother's shirt from behind, gripping Butch's face with in an iron grasp, driving the brunette's head into the floor beneath them. Brick once again hovered above his brother's now limp body, satisfied about to walk away to check on his sister, until he sensed something.

Brick dropped to the floor, using the momentum to kick off whoever attempted to advance on him. Once he heard a loud thud, he jumped back on his feet -effortlessly- he set hie eyes on the mongrel who attempted to strike him. Shit, the redhead ran towards the girl.

Buttercup, Brick recalled keeling beside her -too- unconscious body. He checked her pulse. Okay, still breathing. Fuck, I should have held back, he scolded himself. Didn't you want the bitch to know her place, retaliated his thoughts. Of course, it's her rightful place to be beneath us, he paused, but... his mind wandered back to her current state. Right now there was no light in her sealed eyes. The emeralds. His weakness. The thought of never being able to set sight on that brilliance of a light, the first thing that he actually found himself, dare he say, intrigued by. If the light were to completely disappear Brick might just lose-

She grunted. He quickly put a finger to her throat... a pulse. Steadily he picked the girl up, shifting himself so that may cradle her surprisingly small frame against his chest. Brick started to walk towards the empty bedroom his mother earlier prepared for the girl.

"Brick," he stopped, from the corner of his crimson eye Boomer stood there; hand on his face. His cheek was a puffy and swollen; a red that appeared on his warm sun-kiss flesh. "What are you doing?"

Brick paused.

What are you doing, he disciplined himself. She's beneath you! Worthless! Just an inferior female, so? So why are you treating her as if something of worth? Why?

Brick turned and faced his brother straight in the stunned blue orbs.

"She's our little sister. Is she not?" Brick found his voice, "I'm ensuring she isn't dead by..." serving, "Helping her. Doing my role as a big brother, obviously."

"Yeah, but..." Boomer hesitated, "You've never done that for me." Tears spilled from the innocent blue, "When Butch beats me you watch. And- and don't even do anything-"

Brick held up a hand. Crimson eyes remained unmoved by the younger siblings hurt emotions.

"Boomer," Brick stated with no sympathy, "I nearly killed her due to my strength. Mother issued responsibility to me. Now I must ensure I do not end up failing such a simple task..."

"And Butch?" Boomer's voice cracked, "You knocked him out cold too! Almost dead!"

"Yes, but we are the superior ones. And right now," Brick paused, flicking a dark string of hair from the girl's defeated face, "We must ensure those below us are taken care of. The inferior ones...the weak females... You understand, don't you."

"No!" However as much as Boomer denied of having any knowledge of what Brick said, the elder brother was already gone. He lost himself to the girl's ability to be so worthless and pathetic, all his focus was on whether or not her eyes would ever open again, he continued down the hall; making a left into her bedroom.

Quietly shutting the door he rested her defeated body on the bed, so that she may be well rested of his parents return.

So he sat down on a nearby chair.

Watching.

Waiting.

To be continued...