Heron Lake Plateau Have you ever heard of the Butterfly Effect?

He connected with her, taking her by surprise, and felt a rush of adrenaline that burned upon the embers of his resentment. The boy didn't think and just reacted, grabbing at her flailing feet with his teeth, trying to duck away from her retaliation, and trying to keep her down. She was swift - a trained warrior at the very least, which he wasn't - and Screech's efforts were met with a few punches and kicks from his sister.

Stay down, he insisted — entirely forgetting that she wouldn't hear him — but in the end it didn't matter, he was too worked up to speak again. Her landed blows made him take a new approach and he began to circle her, trying to get a hold of her nape so that he could pin her down with all the force he wished he had. Whatever questions he had in his mind were gone now, evaporated, and he was feeling the full weight of everything.

How dare you come here --- and take from me -- everything -- he panted between snaps, stuttered as he tried to avoid her retalitory movements, and in the end had to back off and let her up because he wasn't ready to hurt her, not for real. She was still his sister.