Foster Brothers: By The Blood

Mind Your Manners♚

(Luke's P.O.V.)

I knew exactly who to go after.

Ricky said that he, or anyone of his goons, wouldn't touch my Jai if I did what he said! I did it! So why did he dare pull an act like this?!

Oh is he gonna regret this. He'll wish he was never born.

Gently holding Jai's hand as he slept, I was reminding myself that someone was going to pay for the pain Jai experienced. Beau, Dallas, Damion, and Jai were ALL asleep, which is why it was the perfect moment for me to get up and leave to finish unsolved business.

Though as I tried to swiftly leave the room, a soft voice spoke from behind me and said,

"Where are you going?"

I turned around, and saw that Jai was now sitting up in his bed and staring at me with a confused expression. I put a finger to my lips as a sign to stay quiet, and he nodded his head as an understanding. I then walked over to him and kissed his forehead as I whispered,

"I'll be right back."

"Are you going to go play the game?" He asked me, and I nodded in response.

"Please don't lose." He begged me.

"When do I ever?" I smirked, and then made my way out of the room.

He didn't try and stop me because, he knew all too well that when my blood was boiling, no one could stop me from doing what needed to be done.

Typically, at 3 in the morning people question as to why a teenager like me is leaving the hospital with crazy eyes. Though, not a single person made a move to try and even approach me. Perhaps my crazy eyes and clenched fists made it clear for everyone to stay out of my way.

I walked straight out of the hospital and into the dark atmosphere of the night. I pulled the hood of my black jacket over my head, and I made sure to keep my head low as walked along the streets.

I was heading for 4147 Brier Road, where a surprise visit from me awaits.

The closer I got to my destination, the darker I felt my eyes become, the hotter my blood began to boil, the tighter my fists clenched, the louder the rage within me screamed, and the angrier I became. It was like the calm and collected Luke went to sleep for the night, and this blood craving, insane person took my place. I liked it though because, I felt as powerful as ever.

Once I got to where I was going, I walked up to the front door. I didn't want to be rude, so I knocked on the door three times. I waited patiently for someone to answer the door, and when a drunk nineteen year old did, I simply asked,

"Is Ricky here? I need to have a word with him." A simple talk before we get down to business won't hurt right?

"Yeah. He's in the back. Can I tell him who's here?" The alcoholic stench in his breath told me that this guy was beyond  easy to fool. Therefore, I saw no reason to lie.

"Luke. Luke is here." I smirked as I was led inside the house. There were alcohol bottles everywhere, cigarettes of different drugs scattered all over the floor, women barely dressed roaming through the halls, and money simply thrown around everywhere. It's a shame really because, it looks like their fun party is about to meet its end.

I was led to Ricky, who was sitting on a table stool and swigging down a bottle of beer. A girl was "entertaining" him, and I cleared my throat to get his attention.

"Oi! Look here everyone! Our drug delivery boy is here. Have you got any crack to sell tonight?" He teased, and everyone around him snickered.

"The only crack here tonight, will the crack of your ribs once I snap them in half." I stated with a smile.

"What are you-" I didn't give Ricky the time to ask his question as I suddenly swung my fist as hard as possible across his jaw, knocking him onto the floor.

"What is your problem?!" One guy asked, getting too close to me. His mistake.

With one swift move, I kicked him in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him. Then, I continuously kicked him over and over again until he was helplessly on the ground. Even then, I kicked him twice more. How dare he interrupt my confrontation with Ricky? That was rude don't you think? He needed to be punished.

I assume the loud ruckus gathered the attention of others in the house, because soon enough there was an audience surrounding me and the whimpering boy on the floor. Ricky had stumbled back to his feet as well, and he was now standing over the injured boy. I recognized the stance he stood, because it was one of defense. A stance I used to do to defend my brothers back at the foster home. Which means...Ricky cared about this boy I had almost beaten to death? To answer my confusion, I asked,

"Is big brother not doing his job?"

"You have no idea what you're in for kid." Ricky growled at me.

"Fight me." I dared.

He then tried to punch me in the face, but I easily dodged him. He tried to kick me, but I smoothly stepped out of the way. He tried to jump at me, but I calmly ducked beneath him. He tried his best, but I simply outdid him by elbowing him in the nose when he got close enough. I also managed to kick the boy on the floor once more, with a lot more force than before, right in the ribs where his breathing would eventually come to a halt.

"Do you realize what you have done?" I asked Ricky, with my hands clasped behind my back gently. I guess he didn't know, because all he did was stare at me with confused wide eyes and a bloody nose.

"You put someone I love in danger. You could have killed someone I loved. You have frightened me, by putting someone I love in a near death experience. That was very rude." I stepped closer to him, causing him to stand more protectively in front of the boy on the floor.

"You're psycho!" He said as if I didn't already know.

"That's not a very polite thing to say. I prefer the term, gamer."

"What? What are you talking about?!" He questioned, with blood covering his shirt.

"I play a game until somebody dies. It's a fun game you know, and I am the best homicidal gamer that you will ever meet. I know every cheat, every trick, and every play. I also know exactly how to win today's round." I smirked, and then looked down at the boy on the floor.

"No! You won't hurt him! I won't let you!" Ricky screamed.

"Now now Ricky, don't be rude." I tsked.

"Get away from us!" He yelled.

"I don't have to get close." I stated simply.

"W-what do you mean?" He asked. Silly boy, didn't he heat the ragged breathing of his brother?

"I already did my damage. I broke his ribs a few minutes ago, which punctured his lungs. Wait 45 seconds, and you'll be planning a funeral." I smiled. I'm not sure exactly why I smiled, but perhaps the pleasure of seeing those who hurt my family in pain gave me a sense of pleasure.

Ricky had wide eyes of realization, and then he began trying to help his brother. He was screaming for help and cursing everyone. He was so desperate. Just like I was when I was waiting to see Jai in the hospital. If I had to see a loved one suffer, then so did he.

I drowned out the passing time around me, and eventually Ricky's brother did die. Everyone could hear his desperate cries. I think even his now dead brother could hear him.

With a content sigh, I began to leave the house. I successfully snatched a few bottles of alcohol as well, and I spilled their contents everywhere as I left. I then stood at their front door, and I pulled out a single match that I had stowed away in my pocket. I pressed the match head against the zipper of my jacket, and with a strike downwards, I had a lit flame. Looking at the horrified faces of those inside the house, I simply said,

"Mind your manners."

They should know better than to be rude with me.

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Omg! #insaneLuke

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