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Rated: E · Chapter · Action/Adventure · #2196654
Three wizard brothers are forced to work together to save their lives

Rourke Lagrand didn't like the look of David Gerrick, and Rourke always trusted his first impressions. He was not the only one taking a first impression of his uncle, David Gerrick. Rourke was a ten-year-old with a shy nature and a very curious mind. He was known for his intelligence in the family. Rourke had two younger brothers who were looking upon their uncle at the same moment.

Knox, an eight-year-old with high verbal skills was looking David Gerrick up and down as well. Knox didn't rely on the sight of a person so much as the words of the words of the person. He was sensitive to the way and what people spoke. He was much more outgoing and didn't struggle with shyness as much as his older brother, Rourke, did.

Van was the youngest in the family. He was only five, with Rourke's shyness and Knox's intuition. He didn't like to talk, but he did like to think. He would listen to his brothers have conversations and learn from that. Rourke taught him how to read and write, just like he did with Knox. Rourke also taught him physical stunts, but Knox would always be there to help/make things more exciting.

David Gerrick was the boys' uncle, but they had never met him before. He was tall and buff with a rather old face and body. Rourke immediately saw him as someone who had gone through a lot of problems and could probably keep going through more problems. His first words to the boys were, "You must be Belial's sons."

Knox didn't choose to respond to that, so he looked up at Rourke. Rourke blinked for a moment. "Marry Christmas," he responded. It was not Christmas, it was August inn that state of Ohio. Rourke and his brothers were sitting at a table in the restaurant near the airport. All three boys were not tall enough to sit at the table properly, however. Rourke was three foot ten and could barely put his arms on the table. Knox was three foot seven and could barely rest his chin on the table. Van was three foot two and could barely see over the table.

David Gerrick looked at Rourke and chuckled and his comment. His eyes landed on Rourke. "I'm your uncle David. You must be Rourke."

Rourke nodded.

Knox's first impression was coming through. This man was a father, a loyal man, and a greedy one as well. That wasn't so good. Knox didn't bother to give his name. David probably knew it, plus he wasn't feeling very talkative at the moment.

"Knox," David waved to him and Knox forced a smile. "And this must be Van."

Van only shrunk back into his seat as if he didn't exist.

"Come, we'll get you in the car and back to the house," David turned towards the door.

Rourke slowly pushed himself off the seat and followed his uncle while his brothers trailing behind him. David's car was parked alongside the restaurant. It was a light blue jeep. David reached it and opened the passenger door for Rourke.

Rourke ignored the door and turned around to the other side of the car. For a moment Knox believed his brother was going to get in the driver's seat and do something reckless, but then realized that Rourke was being stubborn for no reason. Rourke obviously had a bad first impression of his uncle and wanted to piss him off. Rourke didn't get in the driver's seat. Instead, he got in the back seat and shut the door. Knox opened the door closest to him and crawled in next to Rourke. Van, not wanting to sit alone in the passenger seat, climbed in the back as well.

Uncle David looked baffled but shut the door and went to the driver's side. He got in and started the car. He looked back in the mirror at the brothers. "I'm sorry about your mother, boys," he said.

Rourke held his breath. He knew if he let it go, he might cry and that was a bad sign for his brothers, especially Van who looked like he was already reduced to tears. Knox was the only one with a voice left. "It wasn't your fault," he said as if he didn't understand why his uncle was sorry. The truth was that their mother was dead, which was why they were in their uncle's car at the moment.

That was the first time Rourke had ever seen a dead body. He found his mother in the bathtub; she had been drowned. Rourke had his suspicions about the murder. He believed that the murderer wasn't there to kill their mother, he was there to kill Rourke, Knox, and Van. Rourke had this suspicion when he first saw the murderer. Yes, Rourke had seen him. Rourke had been gone to karate practice with his brothers. He came back to hear noises in the house. He and Knox decided it was best not to enter through the door in fear of something bad happening or someone hearing them. They climbed in through a window and Rourke had his brothers stay there while he looked around. He found a man and his mother in the bedroom fighting. His intuition then told him the man was after the boys and not his mother, he could tell by the way they fought. He decided it was best to go hide his brothers and then help his mother.

"Do you know who did it?" asked David. That broke Rourke out of the memory of his mother's death.

"No!" Knox and Rourke said at once. And it was true. They had seen the man, but they had not seen his face. He was wearing a bandana around his mouth and nose. Knox and Van had also seen the man searching the house after he killed their mother. They all knew one thing about him, but no one else knew it, and it was all based on their intuition.

David cleared his throat. "I'm surprised you got away alive."

Rourke looked curiously at his uncle. "Why is that?" he asked.

"No reason, it's just that you said he searched the house. I'm surprised he didn't find you and kill you," he said.

Rourke and Knox exchanged glances. They both now thought that David believed the man was there to kill them as well. When Rourke, Knox, and Van had told the story to the investigators, none of them had mentioned anything about their intuition, so that theory David had, was made up by himself or someone else he knew believed that. David also had another theory of which the boys thought was completely wrong.

"It's been ten years since any of us saw your father." David thought their father killed their mother. Rourke, Knox, and Van had a picture of their father. He was only twenty-five in the picture, with dark brown hair, a twisted sarcastic face, and a baseball hat on. Their mother never said anything about the picture. There was some writing on the back, but the boys could not make heads or tails of it. It was:

J 23 : 8 - Rmfitr istfdjoq sd fodvoqamr; Hpf od ytrsyomh upi sd dpmd. Gpt ejsy dpm od moy fodvoqamr nu jod asyjrt.
Oy dqstlard smf oy od om gpit qorvrd - Appl omyp yjr gsvryd

Knox and Van guessed that J 23:8 was eight June or July 23rd of 2008, but Rourke said there should have been a 0 before the 8 if that were the case. Rourke remained skeptical about all of it and never once ventured a guess as to what it was. His intuition told him his father wrote that, but he didn't know what it said. He was fairly sure it was in a separate language.

Rourke could hear David's sympathetic voice over his thoughts, but he didn't listen to any of his words. He looked out the window. For all his life he had lived in Los Angelus and had heard tales of where his mother and father grew up; in Ohio. Now he was in Ohio and he could see the neighborhood in which his father lived once. It was called D.J. Gill which he thought was pretty lame. It was named after Denis John Gill who had been a mayor of the city Perrysburg. Rourke knew of this by his mother, who also lived on the street. Apparently, his grandparents from both sides still lived there, although his father's grandparents weren't very active and were hardly ever seen going out.

Rourke could now see the large mansion of his paternal grandparents. It looked empty and lonely. Then came a smaller mansion two minutes after his grandparents. Rourke didn't know that one. The one beyond this mansion, was David's house. As they drove into the rocky driveway, which seemed to be never ending, Rourke could just see over the trees to his right the house beyond David's, which was his maternal grandparents' house.
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