George and Lewis are fighting and their mother had enough of it. Karen separated the duo before George gave Lewis a black eye.

"Both of you! Enough is enough! Go to your own room and i'll have a talk with each of you later!" Karen glared them as she sent them upstairs.

They grumbled while pushing each other on the way. Sounds of slammed doors could be heard. Karen sighed. What is she going to do with these two.

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Lewis kicked over his comic tower. He's fuming right now. Once again, George managed to push him to his edge. His 16 inches figure of the Kraken has been frozen with liquid nitrogen and broken for his idiotic YouTube video. His figure. The one he spent eight months working his ass off to bring it home. The one he put in the glass case on top of his shelf along with other characters of the series. And George freaking smashed into millennium. When Lewis found out, he charged at his brother to show him a piece of his mind. But sadly George was way stronger than him since he had a better physic. Lewis blood boiled and forcefully threw his camera to the floor. The rest was just another fight added to their long list of war along with bruises, cuts, black eyes and so on.

This isn't the first time George pulled that kind of stunt but it is the first time Lewis countered back at him. Lewis hated his brother since birth. They're like two sides of the coin. Being the younger one, he always gets pick on by George everyday, him calling out "Lewis the chicken" because he's smaller, weaker, and didn't have the guts to stand up against his older sibling. However things are different now. He had developed an obsession for comics and mangas and he vowed to protect them as he kept on living. But today, he failed. He can't think of any reasons why George always bullies him like this. Why can't he have a normal relationship with him, or at least a tolerable one?

Karen entered the bluish room. Seeing her son like this didn't please her one bit, so she needed to soothe him.

"Hey there, buddy. Feeling better?"

Lewis did not respond.

"Honey, I know I'd told you to stand up to your brother but that wasn't what I meant. Destroying each other possession isn't going to solve anything between you two." She brushed his hair.

Lewis stayed silent as he felt droplets of water threaten to fall.

"I don't know what to do mom. I tried everything. I tried avoiding him, making peace, talking, confronting. Nothing worked. No matter what I do, he'll never stop harassing me."

Karen glanced at her poor boy. She loved the boy very much because he has struggled since the day she gave birth to him. He was pronounced dead when they pulled him out but with a miracle, he survived, fragile being. She brought her home, with hope George would love to have a new sibling around and play with him. They got along fine in the past but by the time Lewis was seven, George began calling him a chicken because of the suit he has to wear for a picture day at the farm. George eventually found a new kind of entertainment: bullying. Unfortunately his victim was none other than the younger boy. She sighed. Since when did this house become a battlefield?

The following week was just plain silence on the table. Everyone could sense the tension in the meal. Even the dog noticed. Until one day, George announced that he'll be on the military service for the next month. Karen could hear Lewis's breath hitched. She worried for the boy. He's has been home late recently and he wouldn't tell her where's he been other than school and part-time job. She guessed he has been working out lately since her husband told her Lewis has built up quite some muscles. She kept her fingers crossed that he would be strong enough to fence himself of bullying.

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18 months later

George was back from his service. He's glad to leave the hellhole since it wasn't any fun in there but it did give him good trainings there. He missed home food and he can't wait to be home with his own room. And to mess up with his little brother. The dumb, nerdy one. He just doesn't get it. Lewis should have thanked him for getting rid of those stupid comics and statues so he won't be the weirdo he was. He was trying to help him to become strong and cool like him. But the nitwit broke the damn camera record of his and the whole thing ended up in flame. Few weeks later, he left for military. Things were put on hold. But he didn't expect any less to come home and find Lewis stuck his face onto the computer to watch some brainless series instead of communicating with normal people.

George knocked on the door, waiting for someone to get it. The doorknob twisted opened as he recognized who it was. It was Lewis, well, a different one. He changed a lot, pulled back hair, wearing contacts instead of glasses and had quite some muscles.

"You're coming in or not George?" Lewis said with a bored tone

"Yeah, sure" George replied 'Still that same attitude though'

He stepped inside and lying down onto the couch. It was so comfortable that he could just lay there forever. Suddenly, he perked up.

"Hey, where's mom and dad?"

"Dad's upstairs and mom went out with her friends for coffee" a voice from the kitchen answered

George mumbled incoherently as he checked his phone. His friends asked him to go to a party to celebrate his return and he comment a short answer "Will be there. Remember to bring what I told you." on his phone.

"Hey, you free tonight?"

"What do you want?" Lewis raised his eyebrow questionably

"Having a party by the Fiddle lake. Wanna join?"

Lewis hesitated but nodded nonetheless.

Later that evening, Lewis sat inside the car with George to the destination. The lake wasn't far, just ten minutes ride but the silence in the car was thick enough to be cut into half. They arrive near the lake and George got down first to text his friends, saying that they had reached the cabin for the party. He told Lewis to go first, saying that he wanted a smoke. Lewis doubtfully went to the cabin and entered. He saw about 8-10 people inside and opened the door.

All of a sudden, bucket of paint spilled on him along with yellow feathers, covering him from head to toe. Everyone all turned toward him and laughed as he heard a voice.

"Welcome back to the party Chicken! You thought it was over? No, this is just the beginning, loser!" His brother's voice rang up in his ears before he ran out and disappeared from the place.

"Don't you think you're being too mean to him?" Lola asked George

"Nah, because it's fun pranking him like this!" George snickered

He didn't stay at the party too long because he's tired from the trip. He decided to call it a night and head home early. He didn't bother to change his clothes and just straight up hit the bed. Closing his eyes, he slept like a dead man.

George woke up to the touch of the blade on his body. He groggily opened his eyes to encounter a strange being in his room. A yellow chicken with a smiling beak held a sharp kitchen knife in his hand. As the chicken noticed his awaken, he struggled to get out of bed just to found out he was tied to it. He's terrified, not knowing why the chicken wanted to kill him. His mouth couldn't move and the last thing he heard before the knife plunged onto him multiple times.

"Who's the chicken now, George?"