Twenty-four hours and oddly, the tall teen was once again facing the gigantic mansion Remington had lived in.

He slid his poisonous eyes over the building, noting that most windows had curtains over them and there didn't seem to be any lights on either.

A funny, shivering feeling pierced his gut. It made his back rigid and eyes alert. And suddenly he was aware of every little sound. He noticed the way the leaves rustled above them, the way the small rocks creaking under Nick Lennon's wheelchair and he even saw the bushy tail of a squirrel disappearing higher into the trees.

He followed the Mr. and Mrs. Lennon inside, stopping when the door behind him was closed.

"Leah, come here please," Nick called out, wheeling himself towards the living room as Fergus followed suit, gripping the straps of his bag in anxiety. "Love, I must go down to the garage, see how everything's holding up." his wife said, waiting until she got a nod from the man and then took off, not even sparing Fergus another glance. He got the feeling she wasn't really fond of him.

A short, brown-haired girl appeared on the doorway. "Yes?"
"Please do show Fergus to his room, I must tend to the gardens now. And Fergus? Be down precisely in an hour, let's meet the whole family then." Nick said, looking outside of the large windows that showed the beautiful gardens outside.
Leah nodded, walking past Fergus as she nodded him to follow.

The teen sighed in relief once he realized there was some kind of familiar face. Sure, he had never really been close friends with Leah but she was Refsters stepsister after all. She had been to his school, he'd often seen her writing something for the school newspaper. "Hey, Leah. How are you?" Fergus asked gently, washing his eyes over the moody girl in concern.

Fergus was by far not the feelings kind of guy, but Leah being Ref's sister, he felt some kind of urge to make sure the girl was alright. And as far as his senses told him, she seemed to be holding back something. "I'm fine. Thank you, Fergus. Now, here's your room. As Nick said, be down in an hour. Not a minute later, trust me." she said firmly, pushing open a wooden door and stepping aside to let him in.

The bedroom wasn't big, it had just enough room for a window that faced the front gate, a one-person bed, desk, chair, and a closet. An older TV model hung from the wall opposite of bed, which seemed to make the room rather comfortable. The walls were pale white, except the one that was behind the bed, this was dark blue. Sea blue carpet covered half of the room, looking actually rather grand against the mahogany floor. Fergus spotted a dreamcatcher hanging over the bed. Of course, he could not miss the gigantic, fake Captain America's shield that hung over the desk.

The boys' breath hitched as he froze. He was too shocked and horrified to move from the spot he was standing on near the door.

Sure, the room looked nice and cozy. But it had been Refsters room, it just had to be. That shield had been a gift from Fergus. He had mocked the fair-headed boy for being too obsessed with heroes, so after they had received the news Refster being adopted, Fergus had stolen it from a toy shop and given it to his friend. so he could use it against the new family if he felt like it.

The boy swayed back, dropping his bag in shock as he stumbled against the doorframe, he slammed the door shut as he realized his hands were shaking. he pushed down the lump in his throat, balling his fists to hide the trembling as he rested his head against the cool door feeling the need to puke.

"Not quite the best solution, is it?" a calming, deep voice announcement from behind him, making Fergus turn around so fast he thought he'd get whiplash. He was met with a familiar, angular face of a teen who he had sat beside the day earlier. The taller of the two cleared his throat, feeling as if someone was rubbing it with sandpaper. "No, I just didn't realize it before. I-I wasn't expecting to be placed into his old room. Wha-- wh-why?" he stuttered, stumbling over his words and thoughts. He just couldn't understand, did they think they wouldn't figure it out? Did they think he was stupid?

The boy looked at him with blue eyes filled with pity, a small, sad smile on his lips. "Don't question things in this house, that's how you keep out of trouble. Oh, and just do what the old man says. I don't intend to be mean by saying this but just heads up. I suggest you get used to that room and fast, or else you're going to get the couch and trust me, it's a super uncomfortable one." the blue-eyed boy shrugged.

Fergus nodded, attempting a smile even though his insides were making flips. “Well, see you downstairs in half an hour I guess. If you need anything, I'm just down that hall-” the boy waved at the corridor behind him “-just knock on the white door, the one on the left.” the tall teen nodded mutely, afraid if he speaks he would either say something very furious, or more embarassly, start crying like a baby. And what Fergus had learned through the seventeen years of his life, was that boys like him were not allowed to cry.

The blue-eyed teen teen left him standing alone in front of Refsters bedroom. Fergus gently, hesitantly opened the door again, holding his breath. Funnily enough, he had a feeling that Refsters ghost or shadows would come haunting him for taking away his bedroom. He knew deep down that Ref would probably simply laugh at his stupidity, wave his hand and tell him to settle in. That's how kindhearted Refsters was, unlike Fergus who would have killed anyone else who dared to sleep on his bed, on his sheets and take away his pillows. He had always been kind of territorial over his things.

Fergus walked towards the desk, opening up the drawers as silently as he could, ignoring the rapid beating of his heart.

Thirty minutes later, he had done through most of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible. There was absolutely nothing but some textbooks, two packs of cards and some papers filled with doodlings.

As he realizes he was soon supposed to be downstairs, he left the room silently. Feeling some kind of weight lift from his chest as he closed the door behind himself.

As he strolled down the empty halls, he noticed how old-fashioned and elegant the hollow place really looked. There were paintings hanging from the walls and antique lamps dimly lighting up the halls.

As he quietly made his way to the living room, he noticed everyone else there already. Before he could say anything or even acknowledge them, he was cut off by the cold voice of Mr. Lennon. “You are late.”

The man was behind the wooden table, pouring milk into his coffee cup. Fergus slid his eyes over the people in the room, he saw Leah, the little girl and the boy he met in the hallway, except, there stood another guy next to him who looked just the same. He hid his surprise as he glanced back at the man in a wheelchair. “My apologies, I lost track of time and I, I didn't have a watch on me,” he said, frowning as he looked at the agitated man.

The man sighed after taking a sip of his coffee. “This is Leah, Jolene, Ashton, and Braxton. Your siblings from now on.” Fergus nodded to them, not missing the way Braxton kept his cold glare at him. He felt slightly awkward as they all stared at him.

“Brax, fetch the hammer for me will you.” Fergus frowned as he saw the surprise and sympathy that crossed Leah's dark eyes, the girl looked away, hiding her emotions.

Brax nodded and strolled out of the room. The other twin, Ashton, who Fergus assume was the one he met at the hallway mouthed I'm sorry to Fergus.

“You know Fergus, I am disappointed. It is discipline that we value here. Where would we be without discipline? Out on the streets like the dogs people think we, orphans, are.” Nick said darkly as the girls scattered away, leaving Fergus, Nick, and Ashton in the living room.

“I said I was sorry, I don't have a phone with me and neither was there a clock on the wall,” Fergus said tight-lipped, getting agitated. He wasn't a seer, he didn't know things just out of thin air.

“You have a mouth on you, don't you? You could have asked. And don't bark at me. We' ll make a proper man out of you heaven knows how loose the orphanages let their kids nowadays.” Fergus was getting angry, who did this man think he was?

He opened his mouth to speak his mind, however, he was stopped by Braxton who entered the room again, holding a hammer in one hand. He tossed it to Ashton, who caught it in mid-air.

Fergus frowned, not really getting what was going on until he felt Braxton cold fingers curl around his wrist and yank him down slightly, placing them on the small wooden table. “Punishment is a way of learning.” Nick said, looking up at Fergus coldly.

He tried to yank his hands free from Braxtons grip, but the man was stronger then he had first thought. “I'm sorry, mate. Rules are rules.”

Fergus looked up, panic evident in his eyes as Ashton raised the hammer.