[Previously: My uncle glares with bloody bared teeth as he pants, he shoves the gun in the teens mouth, “No!” I scream.]

He uses it to look at his teeth. “How do you know?” He asks me, voice sounding rough.

“Look,” I hurry forward, grabbing the gun and pulling it away whilst pointing to his jacket. It’s embroidered with a leafy “v”. 

“How do we know he didn’t just get the jacket with a “v” already on it?” My uncle winces.

“Ask him.” I gesture.

“You’re kidding me.” My uncle lowers his head in disbelief with me then grabs the teen lifts and slams him against the ground, “Well is it true pig? Do you only eat vegetables?” 

I look at him and he looks back and forth between us like we’re crazy, “You killed my whole family.”

I wince as the madman reminds him exactly why he killed them all while also hitting him across the face, “Because they eat humans, and I’m asking if my nephew is right.” The teen just glares and shakes. My uncle lifts the gun, pointing it at his shoulder, “I don’t have to kill you right away.” 

“What about my baby sister?” He croaks.

“Baby.” I gasp covering my mouth. My uncle tenses and then stands abruptly. I watch as he goes back into the house.

Returning with a bundle that’s squirming he shows me the adorable little piglet completely unharmed. I feel something in my opinions on him shift. 

He tells me, “I told the sheriff to visit remember? He points out something on the baby's mouth, “It’s not off milk yet.” 

The teenager is up on a knee. I can see panic and relief in his face. The madman puts the baby in my arms. 

I hold her close to my chest, “Hello little baby.” I say smiling at her. I go closer to the teenager but the madman holds out his hand stopping me. 

“I don’t trust him.” My uncle says to me, 

“That's my baby sister!” He exclaims.

“She’s his baby sister.” I say at the same time. I look at him and he looks at me. I chuckle. 

He narrows his eyes, “This doesn’t make me like you.”

“You better start liking him fast because he’s the only one stopping me from blowing your brains all over the yard.” My uncle snaps as he lifts his shirt to check the wound. “I’m not about to forget you gouged me.”

“You killed my family!” He exclaims again and I wince guiltily. 

“Your family deserved it.” My uncle stands kicking him onto his back lifting the gun again. “Say it.” 

The teen lifts his hands looking at his sister who is his only family now. 

“Say it!”

“Th, they deserved it.” He chokes out, through his defiant teeth, a tear going down his face. My uncle grunts, holding his side and moaning. 

“Nephew, I need you to grab my stuff from the truck.” I obey slowly, not sure if he was going to shoot him the second I turn my back. 

The teenager has medium lenth black hair, dark eyes, and a cute button nose when he looks fully human. He rolls onto his stomach per my uncle's command who then puts his foot on him to keep him down.

I bring one heavy bag at a time remembering how my uncle carried them all at once. To my horror he pulls shackles out of one of the bags. 

“Put these on him.” He pants, “And hurry if you want me to let him live.” I look at the heavy collar and then the teen apologetically who just turns his face away as I slide it around the boar’s neck. He winces as it clicks shut. Then I shackle his wrists to the connecting cuffs going from the collar down behind his back. The teen somehow manages to sit up and hunches over with his legs crossed. His real ears appear. My uncle stumbles back off of him and falls to his side making me gasp and place the piglet in her brother's lap. 

He makes the most relieved noise seeing her finally.

I check on my uncle. He must have been bleeding pretty heavily and in a lot of pain. I grab the medkit. 

“Not that, my apothecary box.” He pants. I dig through the bags and he shoves me aside as I panic, unable to find it. Pulling everything out of the bag he points to the truck. “It must still be in there.” I rush. 

‘Is he going to die? He can’t!’

I find the last bag where it fell and bring it to him. Pulling one of the vials out he pours a little drop of liquid on the wound and then takes a sip. 

“Gah!” He screams and curls into a tighter ball, I’ve never seen him writhe in pain before. 

The pig snorts. I lift my head and he looks like he’s enjoying it, which probably isn’t helping his case.

“Now the medkit.” He groans when he’s able to talk again. “I need to sew myself up.”

I watch in disbelief as he manages to sit up making me clean the wounds so he can glare at the boar. I keep asking if it hurts because he breathes heavily, breath catching, and he flinches away from my touch. 

“No it doesn’t hurt,” he growls obviously in a lot of pain. “Not as much as it’s gonna hurt when I cut his tusks off.” 

He snaps at the teen who tenses looking at me but the way I refuse to look him in the eyes he knows. 

I get up as my uncle starts stitching himself up and go over to the boar. 

“What?” He asks me, eyes averted. 

“What kind of baby formula will she need, being… you know.” 

“Normal baby formula will work.” He says softly. “I know how to take care of her, I’ve always helped raise my siblings,” his voice breaks a little bit.

“Nephew.” My uncle uses a warning tone and I return to him. He turns, “I need you to stitch up the other one, I can’t reach it.”

'You can't be serious, I don't want to, I don't want to have to.' “I don’t know how.” I respond honestly.

“You should have been watching then, just look up a video.” He chastises, waving a hand. He continues to bleed out waiting as I watch a tutorial. I feel my hands shaking. 

“Just do your best.” He says sucking in a breath when I immediately dig the needle in too deep but doesn’t complain the whole time. 

“Will you repay the video?” I ask softly, catching my breath. He does and I copy as much as I possibly can. 

It looks horrible and I’m not sure it’ll even heal properly. He stands stiffly and bandages his wounds before throwing on a new shirt. He tells me softly to get into the truck. I look up at him in horror. He’s looking at the teen. I go over to him and pick up the infant. The teen starts to whimper as I turn to hurry into the truck.

“W, wait, please, PLEASE!” I pull my headphones over my ears and hold the baby close as the boar screams are repeatedly cut short by loud thumps. I hear the baby start crying. Poor thing. I flinch when the car door jerks open. I lower my headphones, scared of the eyes of the man. He reaches across me and pulls a handsaw out of the side door. 

“What are you-” I gasp.

“I can’t have him gouging me again, or you for that matter.” He says. 

“He's already hurt...”

“I beat him for laughing.” He grins as he lifts the saw. 

My lip trembles, “Can't you just put something over the sharp part?”

“He’s a teenager, he’s been waiting for his tusks to come in for years, losing them will hurt a lot more than physically.” 

I swallow wondering how he knew all this. He closes the door and I peek out the window watching as he approaches the curled form on the ground. The madman rolls him over and when the boar sees the handsaw he starts struggling and shrieking and begging all over again. I wince when the sociopath hits him again causing his head to loll a little bit. Grabbing him by one of his tusks he starts sawing the other off. Sitting on the struggling body's side to prevent getting kicked and have better control. 

I flinch when the pain hits him and he shrieks. Then it’s just him kicking and sobbing. I start self soothing looking away. The baby starts crying again. I put the headphones on and gently cover the baby's ears with the soft blankie it’s swaddled in. Big tears roll down my face. I look back out the window to see my uncle still hasn’t finished with the first tusk. I lean my head against the window, closing my eyes. I'm too scared to try to stop him.

I wait a long time before looking again. He has the teenager's head turned the other way facing me now but his eyes are mostly closed and blood is all over his lower jaw. I tense up as I watch him sawing at the last tusk. The teen jerks and I realize he’s withstraining him by half choking him to death. I wince and look away again, this time not looking back until my uncle knocks, startling me.

He’s a little breathless but he sees my disturbance and tells me, “He passed out.”

I look past him and wince, not positive that’s the case, “You sure he isn't dead?”

“Not so lucky.” The psycho smirks.

I hear a grunt and watch as the teenager slowly starts moving again he coughs, retching and licks feeling where his tusks were. I look down and see them in the madman's bloody hand. 

He shows me and I flinch, “Pretty cool right?” He says monotone without any emotion in his voice or face, “They’re actually pretty expensive but I can use them for potions or weapons.” 

The teen wails. And the anger returns to my uncle's eyes. 

I grab his arm startling him. He looks back at me as I shakily agree, "Yeah really cool."

He stares at me and then snorts. I tense up as the sobs intensify.

I whisper, “Don’t hurt him anymore, please, we need to go.” He focuses on me and nods. Taking a tranquilizer out of a bag he loads the truck first and then yanks the wailing teen to his feet who shuts up flinching as he’s walked to the truck. 

“Is he coming with us?” I ask alarmed as my uncle answers the question by shoving the teen into the back seat. The tranquilizer appears to have been used.

I watch as the teen slumps into the back unconscious again but for a lot longer now.

Only one thing wrong with that. I look at the piglet. “How do you change a diaper?” I ask the madman and he groans. 

I walk through the grocery store with the baby in the crook of my arm. I was worried at first about the looks I was getting but soon the judgmental looks were replaced by advice. 

“What are you looking for dear?”

“Uh everything.” I flush embarrassed. “I forgot her care bag at home.” Cue gasp. 

“Is she yours? 

“No,” I respond honestly and then realize I need to expand upon that answer, “My…adopted mom’s.”

I don’t know why that garnished looks of pity. 

“I need baby formula, uh stuff to change diapers.”

“What about a binky, or burp pads, and wipes?”

“Uh…” I look at the gathering women overwhelmed. “Please help.” I flush harder at the laughter that follows, not mean but definitely amused at my lack of knowledge.

“Why didn't your mom come with you?”

I think about the boar currently bleeding from the lower jaw and passed out, “She’s asleep and I would like to have replaced most of her” I look down at the baby, “things she needs before my mom wakes up.”

“What's her name?”

I was not prepared for this and panic, blurting out the name my mom would have named me if I was a girl.

"Nola.”

Cue the cooing and I get flustered as I'm praised for being such a good older brother and son. I flush harder as one of them says they wish their son was as considerate as I was.