Halloween was Dougal's favorite holiday. As a kid it was the promise of candy and the game of dressing up, as a teenager was the possibility to whatever he wanted to be. However, at sixteen, being the most popular kid in school, there were little things he wanted to be apart from himself. Tall, blond, with deep blue eyes, and a killer smile, definitely he wouldn't change himself for any other. Yet, Halloween still retained all its allure, and even more, as his friends were throwing parties all throughout the town. If he was lucky enough he might even met a girl he had been eyeing around high-school.
Fingal on the other hand, couldn't hate Halloween more. He was on the opposite side of the spectrum from Dougal, and he was bullied continuously at school. He hated parties, and he hated anything that had any kind of relation to his classmates. However, that night he had been forced by his parents to take his younger sister, Opal, to a party. Opal was fifteen, only one year younger than him, and had taken all the charm from the family, she was lean, beautiful, and smart, although a little naïve, and therefore Fingal had to chaperone her.
When Dougal arrived at the party Fingal and his sister were already there. Opal was talking to some friends, and Fingal was standing a couple of steps behind, watching all of her moves. He saw the look Dougal threw at her, and didn't like it a bit, he decided to keep an eye on him. Dougal disappeared for a while into the kitchen and returned with a couple of cups, he handed one to Opal, winking an eye. Her friends vanished suddenly, as if the presence of a male was able to have them fleeing, Fingal stood his guard, however. At first they were talking innocently, but soon the young guy started making approaches by subtly touching Opal, first in the arm, then on the waist, until he whispered into her ear.
-Why don't you send your brother back home?
-I can't, I have to go back with him.- she explained.
-I can take you home, babe.
-No, I'd rather he took me home.
-Ok, then. Why don't we go somewhere more private?
He gently took her into a room while silently telling two of his friends to keep an eye on Fingal. He woke up several hours later on the floor of an unknown room, someone was crying next to him. He tried to stand up but couldn't, all his body screaming in pain, he then remembered being beaten up until he blacked out. With an effort, he incorporated to see his sister lying on the bed, curled in a ball.
-Opal! Opal! Are you okay?- he asked knowing he wouldn't like the answer.
She simply shook her head, her eyes full of tears. For what Fingal could see, it had been torn into pieces. Fingal knew what happened, and he blamed himself, and he blamed Dougal. Several days later, when he was discharged from the hospital, and could go back to school, he faced the popular boy.
-Dougal, I know what you did to my sister, and you'll pay for it!- he shouted in the middle of the cafeteria.
A chorus of laughter accompanied his words, but he knew that those would turn to tears as soon as he had done what he had it mind.
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