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My New Undead Family

Alex's POV:

" Hey Alex! "
" Alex! "

I felt two pairs of hands on my shoulder blades shaking me very roughly, calling out my name over and over again.
My eyes start to blink a little bit trying to see who was shaking me, while I was having a ' glorious ' dream about my girlfriend. " Miranda Saldivar ".

" Alex! Wake up you idiot! "
I felt a harsh backhand slapped against my cheek making me feel dizzy. I gasped an ' AW ' while straining my self up on my hands and knees lifting my body from the hard dirted floor.

As I finally straightened my cold dead body I gave the kid " Tim " a hateful glare for slapping me across the face like that. Even though he is my new younger undead brother. Tim does not have the RIGHT! To slap me!

Tim's POV:

I looked up at Alex who was giving me that hateful glare again. Ugh! He should've been used to my beatings already! And it's starting to irritate me a little by little!

" Tim! Why did you slap me like that!? You know I could've passed out right here on the floor! " My brother said. Still glaring at me

I was already used to Alex's ungrateful attitude sense I've been talked like this with uncomfortable words or attitudes before. Well during my past times in the 1900's so I'm ok with it actually.

" Alex it's called a ' backhand ' not a slap alright? " I said calmly to him.

" Besides I only did that because you couldn't wake up right ". I said a little more serious.

When I spoke to him in a very serious tone towards my new undead older brother Alex. He sorta flinched a little, trying to hide his sensitive spot from me.

And I hate to do that to him, because in my past childhood years with my twin brother " Tom " our father " Ltd. John Weaver " treated both of us like crap when we were both 5 years at age. And that's why I treat Alex like this.. because my past still gets to me.. And it still does. I HATE IT!!

Alex's POV:

I stared at Tim for just a quick second then he came over to me walking very slow and.. it was that type of walking he does when he sees me like THIS.

Once Tim stopped where I was at I looked at him scared because I thought he was going to hit me, or slap me, but he didn't though. Instead he just grabbed my whole body down to his level.

While wrapping both of his slimy arms around my neck and embraced me with a warm gentle hug...

To me this was extremely weird because Tim never gave me hug (except for Tom) and I always see him hugging Tom, and Lillian.Well except for Benny, and Caleb though. And I start to get this new warm feeling inside me because I think that he wants someone to comfort me, or wants somebody to be THERE.. for him..

So after thinking all those past memories of the dead children  who where trying to kill me before  " I " became THIS. I hugged back my little devil and hugged him very sweet, loving, and caring.

Tim's POV:

To be honest hugging my brother like this seemed very.. weird because the only siblings who I hug is Tom, and Lillian. Except Benny, or Caleb because they would always say the same thing.

(Memory in September 17-1923 )

I looked up at Benny, and Caleb who we're both saying the same thing. About being soft for younger kids or older kids.. like me..

" It's way to childish to hug someone, especially if it's a girl, or a boy.. " Caleb told me in a very stubborn matter.

" Caleb's right. You need to give up on being nice to people because your not even going to know that they might... use you.. " My brother Benny said all sadly towards me, but I didn't really care on what they actually think about what hugging is though.

Because when your all alone with no one to help you, comfort you, or even talk to you. Then the best way you can do is give them a great sweet, and tender hug. To cheer them up a little bit. Even if they say " No " to you just don't let that bad vibe get to you.

Then they will understand why hugging is more important than just speaking out to each other. If you know what that means right?

(End of flashback)~~~

Tim's POV:

While Me and Alex were embracing each other's emotional feels. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I knew that he wanted to let go. So we both got out of each other's arms. I looked up at Alex staring at him, while he stares right back at me.

We both just stood there not moving an inch. All we did was stay silent not even gonna move for a spilt second, nor flinching either. We were both just starting at each other.. it was ' extremely ' awkward.

" So um.. Alex?.. " I said while scratching the back of my neck with my right hand.

" Yea Tim.. " He said with a soft grunt.

" I.. " I hesitantly say it out loud for Alex to hear me better.

I let out a soft sigh and patted Alex's shoulder like a owner would do to reward his dog.

" I'm so sorry Alex.. I did not mean to slap you. It's just- ". I got cut off by a hand covering my masked lips. In order way to say ' hush '.

" It's ok little bro. I forgive you. " Alex said his lips forming of a small smile. To show me that he truly forgives me. And I smiled back at him to.

Even though I may be wearing this smiley mask, that does not show my true identity self yet. But I'm actually smiling when someone makes me happy though. And that person who can make me happy, is my brother.. " Alex Weaver "..

Alex's POV:

While I was smiling at Tim and I know that he was smiling right back at me to. I was gonna say something else about his brutal beatings. Which he would sometimes do to me when I act stupid, cowardly, defenseless, or less confident about national things in life.

But I kept that to myself like I always do..

" Hey Tim? " I asked feeling a little concerned about myself.

" What's the matter Alex? " he replied back to me.

I smiled at Tim for a minute, than asked him " can we go see what the others are doing? Because it's getting pretty boring staying in this wood shed.." I said feeling a cold shiver run up through my spine.

Tim gave me an odd suggestion look while tiling his head to the side. But noded with a ' yes '  moving his head up, and down.

I smiled at Tim giggling softly when he turned his back at me, while walking up to the door. I stood right beside Tim when he pushed the door open slightly.

Hearing the soft squeaks coming from the wooden door.

I let Tim walk out first sense he shows me a lot of love, and respect towards me. I smiled again showing my ' happy face ' while closing the door behind me, hearing those squeaky noises.