A Batter and a Pitcher.

Chapter 4

Wheatley held his head in his hands. No food. They ran out of food. Wheatley was very underweight for a 22 year old. E was 20, sitting and watching TV. How did they pay the bills? Well their mother left the credit card! Their other brother, TL, was missing. BBW was somewhere, and now Wheatley and E were left by themselves. E was stripped of the sanity he had left. E loved watching Murder Scenes, as if, he had bloodlust. No, That couldn't be it. What was it? He relived another Memory..

May 18th, 2008.

Wheatley was leaning on the counter, with his best friend, Ayumi Ackerman. Ayumi had snowflake white hair, and gray eyes. Wheatley believed her hair was naturally white, while other people thought she just dyed it.

"My Brother's got a girlfriend." Ayumi said, out of the blue. Wheatley spat his water out all over the counter.

"Sorry. Who's the lucky Lady...?" Wheatley inquired.

"Yaeko Mansuno." Ayumi responded, taking a sip of tea.

"Ah. Lucky lady, Indeed. How is your Middle School years, Yumi?"

"Hard. But, I'm pulling through!"

"Trust me, Yumi, It will all be over soon, Promise." Wheatley chuckled. E stared at the 2, then looked back down at his watch. Wheatley patted Ayumi on the head.

"Do people still think your hair is dyed?"

"Yes...They just don't believe me!"

"Well, I believe you WELL enough."

"You're crazy, Nigel!" E shouted in the background. Wheatley rolled his eyes at the comment.

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Ayumi Ackerman? Did I REALLY know this person? Wheatley thought. E was staring at Wheatley, his red eyes filled with hate.

"What were you thinking about, Nigel?" He scowled.

"Nothing. Nothing in Particular." His older sibling replied. E rolled his eyes at the reply, it was obvious he didn't like the reply Wheatley had given him. E snapped his head back to the TV. Britain was MUCH better than this.. Wheatley repeated in his mind over and over. Staring at the window, the clouds were a blackish color, meaning it's about to rain. Wheatley closed the window as it started to sprinkle. Raindrops hit the window, as if the clouds were crying. Wheatley rocked his knee, bumping up and down. As if he could see someone, and get OUT of this house. It had started to rain hard, and he sat by his brother. E shoved him off the couch with a grunt.

"MY couch!" He snarled.

"But..I-It's...our couch!" Wheatley whispered, his tone shakey.

"I don't care! It's MY couch!"

Wheatley shook his head and got up. He walked back into his room, but E was on his heels. Wheatley didn't want to look back, but a hand was laid on his shoulder. Wheatley spun around, but E shoved him over.

"H-Hey! What was that for?!" Wheatley said, scooting back.

"Oh..No reason." E replied, holding a dagger in his hand. He can't be serious! He's going to kill me?! Wheatley was interrupted from his thoughts, as a crimson liquid dripped down his neck. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was hard enough to make him bleed...maybe bleed to death.

What has gotten into E..?