it was a Brad'd prank gone wrong. Kick refused to fall for the prank and Brad had gotten angrier than Kick had seen in years. Gunther had attempted to step in to help when Brad attacked Kick, but he'd found himself on the end of his rage as well, laying unconscious on his back not far away.

Kick groans lowly, lifting his head up off the ground. he's vaguely aware of the blood dripping from his nose, Brad had kicked him in the face, hard enough to knock his helmet off.

"Brad, knock it off, we're not kids anymore." Kick grumbles, pushing himself up. his head hurts and so does his arm. Brad wasn't as weak as he'd been as a child. Kick and Gunther weren't either, not that Gunther had ever really been weak.

"shut up dillweed!" Brad snaps.

"get away from Gunther!" Kick growls, struggling to get himself up off the ground. he doesn't like the thought of his older brother approaching his unconscious boyfriend.

"or what?" Brad snaps. "what are you gonna do, fuck face?" Brad growls, glaring him down. Kick may not be weak, but he's not as strong as his older brother. he looks over at Gunther. the other teen is completely unable to protect himself, so Kick knows he's going to have to, especially since it seems Brads finally snapped.

Kick isn't sure what's brought on this apparent break down, but his brother has definitely lost his mind.

Kick hisses, putting pressure on what he's sure is a broken wrist, when he tries to get up. he slips in the blood and almost falls, but manages to catch himself. he pushes himself up off the ground and shakily gets to his feet. he's running on pure adrenaline. he knows he is. Brad had done a number on both him and Gunther already. his mental break down fueling a rage that had always been there and doubling it.

he passes once he finally gets to his feet. a wave of shock goes through him, but its quickly flooded out with fear, as he spots something shiny and sharp in his brothers hands. had Brad been planning to kill them? or was this spur of the moment?

"what the hell is wrong with you?" Kick hisses, wiping at his mouth.blood streaks across his sleeve, but he doesn't care. he watches his brother pace. he eyes the blade as his brother passed back and forth, rambling.

"you're on my last nerve Clarence." Brad growls. he passes slightly closer to Gunther and Kicks eye snap down to him, then back to Brad.

"get away from my Gunther." Kick growls lowly. he's got a plan, its not going to be a very fun one, he's definitely going to end up stabbed, but he's hoping he can protect Gunther in the end.

"make me." Brad growls, taking a step back towards Gunther, with a dirty grin. Kick roars in anger, running at his brother. he knows that's exactly what Brad wants.

a full body shiver hits him, making him swallow hard. he'd experienced pain before, but this fet different. he swallows again, glancing up shakily at Brad, almost in disbelief. Brad looks almost as shocked as he does, staring at his brother. its silent a moment while they stare at each, Kicks breath seems to be getting shakier and shakier as realisation sets in. after a moment, a dark look appears on Brads face and, before Kick can react. the blade is removed from his stomach and almost immediately thrust back in. once, twice, maybe three times. he can't keep count, collapsing against his brother. he grasps on to Brads arms as hard as he can, nails digging into his skin,

his brother shoves him off, letting Kick sink to the floor, curling in on himself with a low whimper.

Kick lays there, bleeding. Brad had hurt him before. he'd spent his entire childhood getting beaten by the older, but he'd never hurt him like this before. he's vaguely aware of something running down his face, though in his current haze he can't tell if its tears or blood. he chokes, head tilting to settle his gaze on Gunther.

he jerks as their front door is suddenly kicked open. he watches several people come running in and straight at Brad, but he can't pay them any attention. he thinks someone is talking to him, but he can't hear it over his heart in his ears. Kick lifts his head shakily to look at Gunther, before he grunts lowly. dragging himself across the floor the best he can.

he drops face first into the floor reaching his good hand out to grasp hold of Gunthers hand, where the bigger lays sprawled on the floor. he gris his hand as hard as he can, before dropping his head hard against the floor. he takes a shaky break in letting his body relax when Gunthers fingers twitch around his hand, even if he doesn't fully grab his hand. Kick groans lowly, letting the black take over his vision. he'd saved Gunther.

its weird. the last thing Kick remembered feeling was, cold. icey. like he'd stepped outside in the middle of winter with nothing on, but now he feels warm. he;s sore, but warm. his right hand feels warmer than the rest of his body, as though something is wrapped around it. he groans lowly, forcing his eyes open. Gunther is sleeping beside him in a chair and, for a moment, Kick wonders if the entire thing had been some dream brought on by a stunt caused concussion.

"Gunth?" Kick asks, pulling his hand from Gunthers to shake him. Gunther jerks immediately, sitting up. he always does. Gunther looks at him and immediately Kick notices he looks exhausted, but relieved.

"you're an idiot." Gunther manages after a moment of silent starting. Kick cracks a smile, teeth coated in old dry blood. "he could've killed you." Gunther murmurs.

"s'me or you. I didn't want it t' be you." Kick mumbles. Gunther frowns.

"I've got a little more protection than you do. I'm thicker." Guner mutters, motioning to his gut.

"and? you were unconscious." Kick mumbles. he winces slightly.

"he stabbed you nine times." Gunther says. Kick looks confused.

"nine? I.. remember... three?" Kick says, looking confused.

"I saw the video, he got you four times while you were standing. when the cops got him he broke free, you weren't even conscious for the other five." Gunther mumbles.

"video?" Kick asks. Gunther nods.

"I.... I guess he forgot he was recording the prank, that it was just supposed to be a prank... it was live and people realized it wasn't fake when he stabbed you. they called the cops" Gunther says. he stands and leans over Kick. the smaller tilts his head back on the pillow. "your family is here." Gunther murmurs. Kick grunts holding tighter to his hand.

"I don't care. m'glad you're alive." Kick mumbles. Gunther seems tired at his words, looking older than 17 for a moment, before he smiles and leans over him, kissing the smaller head.

"I'm glad you're alive too. m'kay? now, let me go get your parents." Gunther murmurs. Kick frowns slightly.

"do you have to?" he mutters.

"yeah..." Gunther says. Kick nods slightly.

"if you have to." Kick mutters, letting go of his hand. "are you okay? Kick mumbles. Gunther smiles at him.

"yeah, some bruised ribs and a black eye. a concussion. nothing big not like you." Gunther murmurs, heading out of the room. Kick frowns as soon as his boyfriend is out of sight. he doesn't want to see his family. he'd been warning his mother since he was a kid there was something wrong with his older brother and had never been listened to.

he's silent when his family walks in, though its only because Brianna and Gunther are there. he'd rather not scream at his parents in front of his little sister who, though she hadn't faced near the abuse he had, she'd been bullied by their brother too.

his mother is in tears almost immediately, running over to his side to take his good hand.

"wow... I saw the blood but... I didn't expect..." Brianna trails. Kick glances at the 14 year old, who looks ready to cry.

"you've seen my blood before." Kick murmurs.

"blood from stunts or accidents is different... he tried to kill you." Brianna says, softly. Kick frowns, but raises his other arm slightly to wave Brianna over. it hurts, the broken bones in his wrist ensure that, but its nothing he's not used to. Brianna hesitantly walks over and takes his hand carefully.

"I'm not dead." he says firmly. sure he and his sister didn't always get along, but she'd evened out as she'd gotten older. she was still a pageant brat, but she wasn't as spoiled anymore. Brianna scowls at him.

"I know that!" she snaps. he goes quiet a second. "but when they brought you out of the house.... I thought you were." she murmurs. Kick pulls his hand from his mothers and waves his sister off slightly.

"nah, I'm okay, Bri." Kick assures. "what happened to Brad?" Kick mutters, looking over at his mother. his father had been silent so far, so he wasn't concerned with talking to him.

"he's sitting in a jail cell right now." Brianna says.

"we're going to see him next, but we wanted to see how you were doing first." Honey says.

"why are you going to see him?" Kick mutters.

"we want to know why he did this." Henry says. Kick glances at his father.

"because he's insane." Kick huffs.

"Clarence-" Honey tries.

"I'm tired. you need to go now." Kick snaps. he drops his head backwards into his pillow and closes his eyes. he wouldn't participate any further in the conversation.

"I think he's right, you guys should leave, he needs time to get better." Gunther says. he makes quick work of ushering his boyfriends family out of the room. Gunther takes his spot beside Kick again and sits quietly for a moment.

"you saw the video?" Kick asks. Gunther nods slightly.

"I saved the video, I wasn't sure if you wanted to see it..." Gunther trails. he wants to, but the thought of watching it makes his stomach churn.

"later, when I'm not laying in a hospital bed." Kick mutters. Gunther nods slightly and goes quiet again for a moment.

"you could've died." Gunther says softly.

"I was trying to keep you safe." Kick mutters. "I was awake, conscious, you weren't." Kick mutters, not bothering to open his eyes. he does feel tired. its taken a lot of energy to be awake and talk for as long as he has been.

"power nap?" Gunther asks, softly.

"mmhmm." Kick hums. Gunther takes his hand. Kick lets him but, with his eyes still closed, tilts his head towaeds Gunther slightly. "you should go back to the apartment, get a shower." Kick mumbles.

"huh? Gunther asks. "and just leave you here? you know I won't do that." Gunther frowns.

"you still have blood in your teeth and under your nose." Kick mutters.

"so do you." Gunther frowns. "we can match." Gunther smiles slightly. Kick snorts slightly.

"whatever you want. m'not in the shape to argue." KIck mutters.

"just get some sleep alright?" Gunther murmurs. Kick doesn't bother to respond, letting himself fall asleep.