The Bound Bratty Brother

Chapter 1 - The Pint Sized Pest

After dropping in to Tilted, in a battle royale, the enemies were in sight. One by one, they were picked off in a full on ambush. The room was filled with high pitched screams of agony.

"Stop it dork! MOOOOMMM !!! Aiden's down here shooting us with his stupid nerf gun again!" screamed Emma.

"Aiden Lucas Thompson! I told you to leave your sister and her friends alone!" Yelled their mother.

The bratty younger sibling retreated to the safety of his bedroom, and began watching tic tok videos on his ipad.

Eventully, boredom got the better of him, and he returned to the basement rec room, occupied by his older sister Emma, and her two friends Jen, and Kate. The three teenagers were having a "girls night", as calling it a sleepover sounded way too junior high for the highschool sophmores. Aiden quietly walked up and stood directly in front off the couch that the girls were sitting on.

"What do you want, nerdling", demanded Emma. Aiden didn't say a word. He simply turned around and let out a very loud and rancid fart. "OMG gross!", cried Jen. "Eww, you are discusting!", yelled Kate. Aiden was giggling uncontrolably, as he began to run out of the room. "you're dead, Rodent!" screamed Emma, as she chased after him.

About three steps from the top of the stairs, Aiden tripped and fell. Before he could recover, the full rath of Emma latched on to the bright white fabric that was poking out of his black basketball shorts, sending his tighty whities skyrocketing. The air was filled with high pitch screatchs of pain, and sound of fabric ripping and popping. She almost had them atomic, when their Mother shouted, " Emma Lynn Thompson! How many times do I have too tell you to stop doing that to your brother?! I may want to have grand children one day!" Emma released her grip and Aiden quickly waddled away to his bedroom. A bright white whale tail was still hanging out of the back of his shorts.

"But Mommm!" whined Emma, "He is so gross! and he won't leave us alone!"

"Be nice. You think its bad that he bugs your friends now? Give it a few years and he will be trying to date all of them", teased Mrs Thompson.

"Ewww! Gross!", revolted Emma, as she stomped back down stairs to her friends.

About an hour later, their mother called both siblings to the kitchen. She looked upset, and worried as she addresses her teens. She told them that Aunt Helen had taken another fall. Aunt Helen was children's great aunt. "Em, I need you to watch your brother while I take her to the hospital to get checked out", said the matriarch.

"I dont need a babysitter! I am thirteen!", protested Aiden.

"Really? you look and sound like you are eight and act like you are still five", mocked Emma.

"Just behave you two!, and listen to your sister, sweetie", replied their mother.

As Mrs Thompson hurried out the door, Emma wispered in her little brothers ear, "you are SO dead, twerp!"

Aiden bolted to his bedroom, locking the door behind him. The pint sized pest climbed into his gaming chair, put on his headset, and became lost in the blood bath of Zombie Killer II.

Without any of his own friends to play online with, the introverted teen was paired up with a random single player named brayerslayer3721. This random player was actually really good. The pair made a great team. As they disemboweled the undead, Aiden vented to his new virtual friend about how his sister was put in charge while their mother was away for the evening. The other player agreed that it was crazy that a 13 year old should need supervision from a group of teenage girls while home alone. 

About an hour had passed when Aiden's gaming was rudely interupted by a knock at his bedroom door. "Go away Emma!", screatched the tiny teen.

A sweet and heavenly voice called back, "Aiden, it's Jen. Your sister wanted me to tell you that there is pizza in the kitchen if you are hungry, cutie".

"Ok, thanks," replied Aiden, without as much as taking his eyes off his game to blink. Soon however, his stomach began to grumble. His desire to slaughter zombies was slowly being over powered by his desite to eat pizza. Reluctanly, he ended his game, and bid fairwell to his random partner.

Aiden slowly peaked out his bedroom door. The coast was clear. Much like in his game, the teen causiously crept down the hall, sweeping the area for enemy threats. As he approched the kitchen, he could see the pizza boxes sitting on the counter. But was it a baited trap? Was that ugly zombie queen Emma and her undead army going to ambush him, and eat his brains? Aiden could hear music playing and teenage girls talking loudly downstairs. The zombie killing master quickly scooped up three slices of cheese pizza and a can of soda before heading back to the safety of the base.

He was sure to twist the lock on his door handle as he closed the door behind him. Not wanting to risk get any crumbs or grease stains on his new gaming chair, Aiden chose to eat at his desk, sitting on the less than comfortable old wooden chair.

Aiden heard a noise behind him. Before he could turn to look, a hand reached around and clamped firmly over his mouth, while an arm bear hugged his chest against the back of the wooden chair. The teen despretly tried to yell for help, but only a muffled "MMMMPF!" sound came out.  He thrashed around like a fish out of water, but it was no use, his attacker was far too strong. In an act of pure desperation, Aiden did the only thing he could think to do.....