Crazy, No, Well Maybe

12

The screams could be heard throughout the whole house. Then after nothing.
"Shut up! Come along quietly, it'll hurt you a lot more than it'll hurt me." A, dragged a man past the door way then retraced her steps going back to the doorway.

"Everything's under control boss. These bastards are going to get what they deserve, I'll make sure of it." She then again started to walk towards the basement. One thing about A is that she's nice until you hurt her or her family. Then she's one of the scariest people you can come to know.

"I wonder if they need your help?" Z still holding the spoon she was eating from just a second ago  in mid air while looking at Min.

"Hmmm, I don't know it's not really my thing. It's more Min or even Mr. Park.  I'm the brains not the brawn." Min said after swallowing. He shrugs it off and continues to eat.

"I'll help." RJ stands up and was about to turn towards the door, when not even a second later Min gets up too and volunteers himself.

"Well, then you both can go and work together, I suspect that they are rats. Find out if that's true. And baby please don't get to rough with them. I want to give Min some play toys for his birthday, if he comes back by then." Z said looking up to the two boys in front of her.

"What about me, my love? I feel like you favor him more." Min pouted.

"Well," She sighs "I was planning on keeping it a secret till your birthday, but if you insist. I did get you something. But you'll still have to wait till March. We should celebrate Min's birthday next week." 

"What do you mean by his birthday? Aren't they the same? I mean, Min Park's birthday is on March 1st. So shouldn't Min's birthday be the same as his?" RJ asked not so politely.

"Mmm, no. You see Min wasn't always Min Park, Min, Mr. Park and MP. He was just one normal boring man. But something in him snapped and that caused him to get multiple personalities. But I'm sure you know that after all he is your best friend." Z replied in a bitchy tone.

"Min's birthday is in a week it's on September 1st. Mp's is on December 1st. And Mr. Park's is on November 1st. See the similarities." Min rolls his eyes.

"Oh! shut up, all you ever do complain, that they came around all the good holidays and made you get locked up. It wasn't their fault and you know it." Z scolded Min.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Let's go RJ, or the mean lady is going to kill me." Min teases Z and then pecks her and leaves along with RJ.

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Back story time!

August 15th 2011.

The noise on the street was loud enough to be heard miles away, people screaming over a body. Not just any body though. A little girls body. She had just ran into the street when a driver decided to drive drunk and speed. DOA, that's what they told the little boy who couldn't even cry no matter how much he wanted to, he just felt empty. He was the one who told her to look both ways, and she did. It was their fault. It was that man no, that child of a man who decided that what he was doing was smart.  He was the one who was going to take the blame. 

"Why can't he just be more like his older brother?" The older man asked the older woman.

"She's gone because of him!" The woman cried.

But it wasn't, the 13 year old wasn't stupid, only treated like he was. The 5 year old was dead, but that wasn't his fault, although, everyone wanted him the think that it was.

"Now, now, mother we're all broken up about this, just look at him. Don't you think he knows it's his fault and that's why he's so quite? He's punishing himself for what he did. Let's just leave him." The slightly older boy told their parents. While he walked out of the room the 13 year old smiled at the younger in a comforting way. The boy knew what his brother was doing, he know that his brother was innocent and wanted to help. Although this was only a small fix. Later that same year, his brother got sick. So sick in fact, he died. Now being the oldest child he was set to inherit everything. Although his parents hated him for the longest time, they had no choice but to start treating him better. Give him the love that he deserved, or at least that's what they thought. 

He still was deeply hurt by his older brothers death as well as his little sisters death. He thought his luck had ran out and was coming for him. After all only he and his little brother were left. Yes, that's right, the parents who hated children had four of them. They like the oldest, but wasn't fond of the second oldest, the third. But the baby was the baby had the mother managed to save some love for her. Life was hard for all of the children but for the second child it was harder.

He would go over and play with the boy who lived in the house next to him. The "boy who had everything" and he would call him. Everything, smarts, looks, money and most importantly love. He was jealous but would shove it down, all those times the 14 year old was chosen first while he, the 13 year old last. Life only seemed to go down hill for the poor rich boy that had everything but love. 

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It was a cold damp night, it still smelled of rain from the storm that had happened a couple hours before. He was now 17 and had messed up his life. Drugs helped him forget the things he'd seen, or the the things he'd been through. He was a mess, his little brother hated him and from what he understood his parents didn't want anything to do with him for now at least. He wanted to be free and the only way to do that was get high.

He was walking, if that's what you'd call that. No light on the street making him feel better, he could be killed right here right now and then all his problems would go away. Lately he had been out of it even more than usual causing him to lose what friends he had left. But he didn't care, he had no care for himself nor others. He hated how pitiful he was but couldn't help it. He didn't want people to see him, and he didn't want to see people.

"Hey! You little shit! Get the fuck over here!" A group of men walked up to him, calling out to him. A man then grabbed his shirt.

"Hey, fucker your on our territory!" He spat in his face while talking. His breath was hot and smelled of alcohol.  He looked like he had money which made sense because of where they were, the rich side of town.  He was white and had dark brown hair at least that's what it looked like to him. One of the other guy's in the group was holding up his phone with the flashlight on, so they could see what the fuck they were doing.

"So?" He laughed out. He was testing their patience and he knew it. The guy was about to punch him but another guy stopped him from doing so by saying that there was a girl.

"Oh? Really? Lookie, lookie what we got boys." Another guy said, he started his way to the girl. 

"Yo! Dick bags! I thought that you were going to beat the shit outta me? What are you guys? Huh? Bad fake gangbangers?" He yelled out to get their attention.

"Look, we'll deal with you later wait your turn dick." The man holding him let him go. That was it, he saw red, he didn't know why he got so mad. Maybe it was cause the fact that they tossed him aside like so many people before, or maybe because they were about to hurt a young girl and he only saw his sister. Who knows, maybe both, all he knew is that he was pissed and they were the cause for it. And he was going to make them pay for it. In the worst way.