A Batter and a Pitcher.

Chapter 3

September 10th, 1997

Wheatley had been playing with his younger brother in the front yard. E, who was 3, was staring at his brother with his dark black eyes, tilting his head.

''You don't understand this, Do you..?'' Wheatley asked.

The younger of the 2 shook his head in response. Wheatley sighed, he never knew playing with his younger brother would be so hard!

A tall man walked by, with a gas can and oil.

Why a Gas can and oil.. Wheatley thought. He was interrupted by a shrill shriek. He snapped his head at E, who was covering his eyes, screaming. His eyes were on fire. Wheatley's heart almost skipped a beat, and his fear started to grow. He rushed towards the house, grabbing a large knife. The man was watching E suffer his pain. Wheatley ran out, and started stabbing him to the ground. E was rolling around, screeching, crying.

''Put it out! Put it out!'' He wailed.

Crimson ran down onto the man's clothes and stained Wheatley's shirt. He ran inside quickly, grabbing a bucket, and filling it. He went as fast as he could to help his brother. He threw the water onto E, soaking his clothes and hair.

Once Wheatley rolled his younger brother over, He got a shocking surprise.

E wasn't himself, His eyes were now a red color, and his eyes were surrounded by an orange flame. Wheatley shook his head, and started to cry. He hugged E tightly, promising he would keep him safe.

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Remembering the memory was a pain. E was staring at the ground, Now he's 14. Wheatley is now 16, and they are about to start a Baseball game!

"You ready...?" E snarled.

"Ready like never before, Christopher." His older sibling responded. E grabbed his bat to that response, his Jersey, 17, with Core on the back. He held out a hand to his older brother. He took it, and was pulled up. Wheatley put on his baseball glove, and held a ball. Wheatley's number was 32, Even though they were on separate teams,one of them would win. E smiled, and gave his brother a hug, before walking to the Baseball field. Wheatley followed, tossing up his ball. Both of the teams got in their positions. E was a few batters away, twirling his bat in the dirt. Wheatley drew up his leg, which he had always done in every baseball game. He tossed it with speed, with a loud CRACK filling the air. The baseball soared over Wheatley's head, and his team caught it.

''And he is Out!'' The announcer shouted.

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Wheatley was replaced by his older brother, BBW- Or Black-Bird Wheatley. E was up to bat, and took a few practice swings. BBW smirked, his black hair glistening in the sunlight. He tossed the ball, but instead of hitting the bat, it hit E's 2 front teeth. E fell back onto the ground, his 2 front teeth missing. Wheatley smacked his cap down in anger, and stomped up the field, starting to curse BBW out. E was clutching his mouth, on his knees. A fight broke out onto the field, as BBW shoved his younger sibling, Wheatley, to the ground.

"Not so tough, are you?" BBW growled.

"I was defending my brother!" Wheatley snarled, taking a swing. BBW caught his arm and twisted it. Wheatley let out a cry of pain. E stared at the 2, and he tossed his bat to the side, walking up to the fight that had just started. The youngest of the 3, grabbed the older 2 by the jersey collars. Wheatley was the weakest, while E was the second strongest in the family, with BBW ranking first. Wheatley knew he couldn't take E or BBW in a fight, even if he tried.

"They are filming this all, and when I rewatch this tape, I will laugh at both of your stupidity." E glared daggers at both, and dropped them. Wheatley whimpered at the sudden drop.

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Wheatley was walking home with his younger brother, who ranged a height of 6'4" already. Wheatley was the same height, just a bit thinner than E. Their mother committed suicide a few days ago, and their Stepfather moved away.

"Are you taking the road to failure, Death, or Success..?" E inquired.

"Success." Wheatley muttered under his breath.
"I hope you find your dream, Nigel."

"That's the same to you."