Hey guys, this is the new story I was talking about at the end of 'Sins of The Father'. I really put a lot of work into this first chapter and I hope that you all come to enjoy this story as much as you all enjoyed 'SOTF'.

Anyway, being that I have now started back college, I won't be able to update as frequently as SOTF. BUT, I guarantee you all that I will be updating AT LEAST once a week. Perferably Sunday-Tuesday because that's when I'll have the most free time available.

So please, let me know what you think about this first chapter/story so far.

And if you like it, PLEASE review. Those are always nice:)

Anyway, without further ado, I present to you,

Unforeseen Consequences


Chapter 1: Deal With The Devil

The first day of Autumn gleefully introduced itself to youngest Strider sibling via sun rays almost 93,000,000 miles away to his bedroom in their high rise Houston, Texas apartment. Dave slowly creeped his eyes open only to be visually sucker punched by the onslaught of blinding rays that made his ruby red eyes their personal target. Dave quickly flung his arm over onto his nightstand to retrieve the only salvation that would keep his retinas from being permanently blinded, his beloved shades.

As soon his beloved babies were securely perched on the bridge of his nose, Dave sat up on his bed and ran a hand through his currently messy blond hair.

"Somebody remind me to nail those curtains shut," Dave quietly told himself as he slung his skinny legs over the side of the bed.

Dave walked over to his closet and slung open the door to get a look at himself in the full length mirror hanging on the inside of the door.

He smirked at the mirrored image that stood before him.

Gone were the days of cute, adorable prepubescent Dave Strider. Oh no, now reigned the stud muffin hot out of the oven, Dave 'The' Strider.

He shamelessly admitted, he was the hottest 15 year old this side of Death Valley.

He had beautiful, silky blond hair that the ladies just can't keep their hands out of. His toned and slightly curvaceous body turned heads whenever he was out in public and felt like 'strutting his stuff'. And let's not forget that freckle sprinkled baby face that seemed to glisten in the sun under his pristine complexion.

Oh yes, Dave definitely saw himself as a sex god; except for one thing. He was smaller than your average 15 year old, born and raised Texas teenaged boy.

This was, of course, due to his premature delivery into this world at just 6 months in the womb. It didn't really stifle is self confidence or anything; and due to years of strifing with his older brother, he knew he could easily take ANYONE who tried to pick a fight with him. It just kinda bothered him that he was no where near the size his brother was when he was his age.

When Dirk was his age, he was already 6 feet easily and was almost 170 pounds of sheer muscle.

Dave was, now, probably at best 5' 7" and weighed MAYBE 110. But hey, he was just a year into puberty. He was still growing. He'll reach his full potential, one day.

Dave lifted his arms and gave himself of good stretch, only to double over in another gut wrenching cramp.

"Damn these cramps," Dave hissed.

That was another side effect of believed to be caused by his premature birth. Every month since he hit puberty, he's been having these bad abdominal cramps. He's gone to the doctor for it, and they just told him it was growing pains and sent him home with pain medication.

And just to be a male genital, Dirk started joking that he was PMSing.


Still clenching his aching belly, Dave stumbled into the kitchen to achieve his pain medication for those godforsaken cramps.

He took a couple of the green and yellow capsules, which he called the 'John Deere' pills, and made his way into the living room. Where he was not so surprised to see his older brother Dirk passed out of the futon.

This had been the fifth night this week that Dave had woken up in the morning to find his brother like his from coming in from his now multiple jobs.

Dave always thought they were good on money due to his brother's hopping club down town, so he didn't know why he brother was up and suddenly taking on these multiple jobs.

It's been like this for a month. Dirk would wake up, go to his first job. Come home, go to his second job. And depending on what day it was, he would either go to a third job or finally go to work at his club that he ran with his best friend Jake English, then come home and pass out on the futon. Wash, rinse, repeat.

In the short window of time that Dave finally did see, let alone spend time with, his brother, Dirk seemed to be really anxious about something and was either be too tired or too on edge to do anything. He tried to play it cool when his little brother was around, and even with his trademark anime shades on, Dave could see it in his face and he knew something was wrong.

Dave would always beg, sometimes he even pleaded with his brother to please tell him what was going on. And if there was anything at all that he could do to help him through whatever it was that was making him work so hard; but Dirk would always tell his little brother that it was none of his concern and it was something that he had to take care of. And Dirk would just leave it at that.

The hell if it wasn't any of his concern! This was his brother, the man who raised him since he was born. If something was bothering him, he had a right to know dammit! And if his brother wasn't going to tell him anything, he had to find out for himself.

But not right now, right now he had school to get to. Okay, after school, he was getting to the bottom of this.

Dave quietly absconded back to the other side of the apartment to do the essentials to get ready for the day.


Before he stepped out the door to go to school, Dave looked over at his bone tired brother, who was still passed out on the couch.

"Why won't you tell me anything?" Dave quietly said before he shut the door behind him.

"Because, it's not your place Little Man," Dirk said as he rolled himself off of the futon, "I made my bed, now I have to lay in it."

The bed Dirk was referring to was a six digit loan debt he's found himself in over the past five years.

Five years ago, Dirk told his best friend Jake English his grand idea of opening up a night club in downtown Houston; and that the two of them could run it together. Jake thought it was a great idea and wanted to get started immediately. There was just one thing standing in their way. The had no money to fund their idea.

Dirk had heard if this guy named Jack Noir who could help them with their problem. But Noir was the last person you ever wanted to be business with. He was a notorious loan shark who had a bad reputation of getting his money back from his clients, one way or another. And they didn't call him 'Jack The Ripper' for nothing.

Dirk knew this guy was bad news, and Jake pleaded with him not borrow money from him. Jake told him that they should either take out a loan at a legitimate bank, or wait until they saved up enough to do it themselves. But with both of their piss poor credit scores, it would next to impossible for either of them to get a good enough loan. And being the stubborn mule that he is, Dirk didn't want to wait until they saved enough money to open the club. That could take years. He wanted to do it and do it now.

And the money was right there, his for the taking.

So, FAR against his, and Jake's, better judgement; he signed a $50,000 loan at 25% interest.

Noir informed him that he would send him a letter when the due date was approaching.

Five years later and that letter came last month.

The loan had accumulated to over $100,000 and the due date was at the end of the month.

Thankfully, over the past five years, Dirk did manage to save up the $50,000 to pay back the initial loan amount. Not over 100,000.

He told, his now business partner, Jake about the letter and of the now staggering six digit debt.

After giving him a stern lecture of this is exactly why they should have waited, Jake offered to pay the other $50,000+ debt. To which Dirk stubbornly refused him from doing so.

He told Jake, that he made this mess and that he was going to be the one to clean it up.

And ever since Dirk received that letter in the mail at the beginning over the month, he been working 3 extra jobs to cover the remaining debt himself. Giving him little if any time to speak to, let alone spend time with, his little brother Dave. Dave was his life and Dirk hated himself for not being able to spend time with his brother. These were the biggest and most influential years of a child's life, and Dirk felt like he was missing out on his brother's life.

Before, the two would hang out all the time. Play video games together, go to the skate park together, having their occasional strifing sessions. Everything that two brother's could do, short of breaking any laws, they did. And now, Dirk barely had time to come home and blink before it was time for him to start his 2nd or 3rd job.

But sometimes, a man has got to do what a man's got to do if he's going to provide for his family and keep them out of harms way. And with Noir's repayment policy, 'Pay us back, or we'll take it back.', and Dirk wasn't about to find out exactly what the last part of that saying actually meant.

With Noir's long and violent history, Dirk couldn't afford to take any chances.

Dirk wobbled his way into the bathroom to repeat the cycle he's been on for the past month.

'How on earth am I going to pay back the rest of that loan?' Dirk thought as cold water poured down his exhausted body. 'What was I thinking?! How could have I been so stupid to get mixed up in a guy like that! I've got half the money and it's due by the end of next week,' Dirk mentally kicked his own ass over a dozen times since he stepped in the shower.

'It's hopeless, I'll never get the money in time,' Dirk sighed.

"What am I gonna do?"


"What am I gonna do?" Dave slammed his head down on the lunch room table.

"Do what Dave?" Jade Harley asked as she sat by her boyfriend at the same table.

"Uhhh, it's my bro! He won't tell me anything about what's been going on," Dave said lifting his head up before burring it in his hands.

"What's been going on?" Dave's best friend John Egbert asked as he joined his best friends at the table.

"I don't know, that's the problem! Bro won't tell me anything," Dave said lifting his head up again.

"Maybe he won't tell you because he doesn't want you to worry," Jade said taking a bite from her pizza.

"And he thinks I'm not worrying now by him not telling me anything?" Dave replied, "If he would just tell me what's going on, then maybe I can help him somehow," Dave ran a hand through his hair.

"Hey I have an idea," John spoke up, causing both of his friends to look at him strangely, "While Bro's not home, sneak into his room and see if you could find anything out of the ordinary. Like any letters or something"

"Egbert, you're a genius!" Dave said, "Why didn't I think of that? Oh yeah, I remember why. Because I don't like being dead. I can't go into Bro's room! It's forbidden territory," Dave sarcastically told his friend.

"C'mon man, what do you have to loose?"

"My life."

"Come on Dave, here him out. I think it's the only way you're ever going to get any answers as to what is going on with your bro. Just, when he goes to work, slip into his room and look on bis desk for any letters that you think would cause someone to be, distressed. You know like bank notes, letters about a loan or something. You know, stuff like that," Jade told Dave.

"Alright fine, but don't surprised if the headline on the Sunday paper reads, 'Brother kills brother for trespassing in room'" Dave ranted.

Both John and Jade laughed at their pouting friend sulking in his chair.


"Bro? You home?" Dave called to his brother as he walked in the door.

The only greeting he heard in return was the eerie screech of silence.

Dave walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge, only to have the living daylights scared out of him as he felt a warm stream trickle down his leg.

There was Lil' Cal in the fridge, on top of a pizza box, TIED around HIS apple juice, with a note tucked in his arms.

Dave leaned in the fridge and pulled out the apple juice bottle by the lid. He pulled out the note tucked in the demon doll's arms and it read,

'Hey Little Man,

Gotta work at the club right after the 3rd shift.

I told Lil' Cal to keep a watch on the pizza for ya.

Gotta run, be home late.

Love ya,

-Bro'

"Sure ya do, you prick!" Dave said as pushed Lil' Cal off his sacred nectar with his foot.

Dave picked up the doll with the end of a broom, "I ought to throw you away," Dave peered down the hallway towards Dirk's room.

"But then again, what kind of brother would I be if I didn't return my older brother's most sacred possession to it's rightful place?"

Dave opened the door to his brother's room and slung Lil' Cal onto his bed, arms and legs still knotted and all.

"Alright Bro, let's see what you've been hiding," Dave said as he made a B-Line to his brother's desk.

Dave moved a few papers around on his brother's desk until he found something very odd. A solid black envelope. Dave picked it up and noticed that there was a letter inside.

"I wonder what this is?" Dave said as he removed the letter from the envelope.

It was addressed to Dirk from this place called, 'Black Jack Loans'.

"This must be it," Dave said as he started reading the letter.

"What?" Dave asked aloud as he continued reading the letter.

Dave's eyes grew as big as saucers when he read the total amount of the loan debt.

"Oh my God! How can they expect anyone to pay all that in five years?!," Dave ranted, "This has got to be what Bro has been so worried about."

"Well, I've got to do something! There's gotta be something that I can do to help Bro out! Maybe, maybe if I got to this Black Jack guy, this Jack Noir, maybe I can work something out with him."

Dave looked at the return address to see where this place was from, "This place is in Houston, just across town."

"Okay, night let's pay Mr. Jack Noir a visit."


"That'll be $15.44 kid," the cab driver told Dave as they stopped out side of Noir's place of business.

"Here's a $20, keep the change," Dave said handing the man the bill as he got out of the car.

Upon looking at the old building, there was no doubt that he were in the right place. The front of the building was lite up from a big neon sign that read 'Black Jack Loans' right next to two playing cards; a jack and an ace.

Dave walked up to the front door and knocked.

"Remember Strider, keep your cool at all costs," Dave tried to give himself a little pep talk before the door slung open.

Dave jumped alittle when a big, burly man appeared in the doorway.

"What do you want?" the man said staring Dave down.

"I'm here to see Jack Noir, it's a, it's about a loan," Dave tried not to sound intimidated by the man who could have been easily three times his size.

"Follow me," the man blankly stated.

The man lead Dave up three flights of stairs, and down a hallway before stopping outside of a solid black door.

"Wait here," the man instructed Dave as he knocked on the door before entering.

"Mr. Noir, there is a young man here to see you. He says he needs to talk to you about a loan."

"Ahhh, send the boy in," Noir said, sitting in his chair behind his large desk.

"He wishes to see you," the man told Dave as he stepped out of the room.

"Ahh, welcome to Black Jack Loans," Noir said as Dave quietly walked inside the room, "Please have a seat," Noir pointed to the chair directly across from his desk.

"Now, how may I help you?" Noir asked Dave as he settled down in his seat.

"Mr. Noir, my name is Dave Strider and I believe my brother owes you alot of money," Dave formally introduced himself.

"Ah yes, Dirk I believe his name is. I lent him 50K five years ago to open up a club with his friend. How is that business doing?" Noir tried to sound interested.

"It's doing pretty good, thank you for asking. But the reason why I came was because he received a notice from you dated back a month ago saying that the full balance was due by the end of the month," Dave said handing the paper to Noir.

"Pardon me sir, but a month is not nearly enough time for my brother to raise the full amount by himself."

"Your brother had five years to raise the total amount. More than enough time if you ask me, it's not my fault he chose to wait to the last second to get the money," Noir informed Dave, practically rolling his eyes.

"Well, isn't there anything that I can do to help maybe take the burden off my brother a bit? Maybe I can work for you? Would that help lower his debt?" Dave asked practically begging Noir.

Noir gave him a good long stare before smirking, "Actually, there maybe something you could do that would take your brother's debt off of his hands."

"What is it?! Anything! You name it!" Dave immediately answered, willing to do anything and everything he could to release his brother from his enormous debt.

"You," Noir simply stated.

"What?" Dave asked confused.

"You. You give yourself to me for one night, and your brother's debt will be completely taken care of," Noir grinned, "That is my offer to you. Take it or leave it."

"You've got to be kidding me?!" Dave blurted out, "No! Absolutely not!"

"Alright, have it your way. Gee though, I really hope your brother has insurance on that club of his. I'd sure hate to hear anything bag happening to it. I'm sure he and his friend up alot of work into it. But that's how it is with old buildings such as the one your brother's club; run down, faulty wiring. It'd really be awful to see all their hard work go up in flames."

"You wouldn't," Dave said, not believing what the man was implying.

"Oh I am more than capable of doing so David," Noir said leaning back in his chair.

Dave thought long and hard, Dirk had been dreaming about that place for years. Since Dave was little, Dirk would go on and on about him owning his own club one day. How people would come from miles and miles away just to hear his beats. And he was so excited when his dream was finally realized. With his and Jake's hard work, the place was fixed up in no time. And the first night they opened, the place was packed full and there was still a line outside the door. That club was arguably one of the greatest achievements in Dirk's life.

"I'd hurry up and make my decision if I were you David. This offer expires in 3...2..."

"ALRIGHT FINE! I'll do it!" Dave said, not being able to bear the thought of his brother loosing everything he put his heart and soul into for the past five years,

"Just promise me, one night and the debt is gone right?" dave almost threw up as those words left his mouth.

"You have my word," Noir smirked

"Alright, fine," Dave quietly said, "Let's get this over with."


I hope you guys liked this first chapter.

I'm really looking forward to hearing from you guys:)

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