Chris notices Marcus clinging onto his brother. Marcus beleived that Chris would take revenge by picking on his brother, like Marcus himself had previously done to Chris' sister? Well, Chris wasn't intially intending to do something quite so underhanded, but he had to admit, just the idea of it was getting him excited.

He reaches down, swiping his hand across the two and brushing Marcus away from his younger brother. The boy, about 14 in age, reaches out towards his brother, screaming for help. Unfortunately, Marcus is too slow, and is brushed away again. Chris glares at Marcus, making it perfectly clear that, if he moves again, something bad would be bound to happen.

Chris returns his attention to Marcus' brother. He lifts out his large foot, still covered by his white Puma trainers, and brings it to above Marcus' brother. The boy's eyes widen in horror as he sees the cold, hard sole of Chris' shoe loom over him, blocking out all the light with little effort. He remains completely still, his eyes locked on to the treads; mud and grime had build up between them, probably over the course of many years, and now Chris is about to put his grime to good use.

He pushes his foot closer to Marcus' brother, stopping just before making contact. Marcus screams out, "No! Please! Not my brother! Please, anything but that!" Chris grins and shakes his head "Nah, it doesn't work like that. Your little brother's gonna make up for your mistakes, and there's nothing you can do about it, little man."

Chris crosses his arms, sneering down at his own foot. "Now, you can't do anything, but you're brother can't do anything either..." Chris rolls his ankle, waving the grimy, stinking trainer above the poor boy's face. "So, he's just gonna have to deal with the smell of my dirty trainers!"

Chuckling to himself, Chris rubs his trainer lightly over Marcus' brother's face, forcing his face inbetween the treads. The boy feels his face being buried in a mixture of dirt, grime and sweat that's oozed through the sole of the shoe itself. The smell is sickening, and he attempts to open his mouth so as not to be victim to it. Instead, he gets a mouthfull of sweaty grime, causing him to choke and cough.

Hearing this, Marcus rushes up to Chris' almighty trainer, and begins to pound on the side, screaming and yelling for his brother.