Silence.

He couldn't hear anything except for the rise and fall of his brother's soft breathing. He was huddled close to him for the warmth that he could provide him, but even with the blankets piled on top of them both, they were still cold. The two boys weren't prepared for the life that lay ahead. After what happened to their mother and the old man that trained them, they were forced to run away from their old lives.

Even though they were currently under a small rock shelter in the middle of an unforgiving winter, it was actually not that different than when they had their mother to guide them. The three always traveled around for their own safety. Their mother knew that she would need to protect her two boys, but she didn't exactly have the means to do so. However, she tried her best to keep her special boys out of sight while still trying to give them the finer things in life. She wanted them to have a normal childhood, but she knew it would never happen. She knew, at least, that one of her boys would never be able to live a normal life, but that didn't stop her from trying.

The younger of the two boys shivered violently as a gust of frigid air blew into their tiny shelter. He covered his head with one of the blankets and cuddled closer to his brother. The eldest stirred and turned to see the red boy completely covered in the blankets they were able to obtain. He poked him roughly while quietly whispering, "you alright?" He could see only the faintest movement underneath the blanket, but that was enough to tell him that his brother was alright. He turned to look back outside of their little shelter made out of large stones. The eldest, who recently turned 18, and the youngest, a 15 year old boy, had learned how to communicate without ever talking, in case they came to a time where they needed to be silent.

"Andrei, why couldn't we find a better shelter?"

Once again, Andrei turned to his brother and simply looked into his pale blue eyes. He looked miserable, but right now, there was nothing that he could do to help him. "Go to sleep, Gavriil." At that, the younger red boy turned away from his brother and curled up under the blankets once more.

Andrei watched his brother for a moment before looking out to see that the snow falling softly. Eventually he lost himself as he thought of his brother. His brother was unique in more ways than he could possibly ever count. At first glance, you could tell that he was different than most teen aged boys. For one, his skin was blood red. Andrei smiled as he remembered the first time he saw his brother. He was tinier than most infants, but his appearance made up for it. He was a small little demon boy that was rambunctious and stubborn. He loved that the most about his brother. He was a feisty boy, but he was harmless. Very lazy, but wouldn't hurt a fly.

While Andrei himself was unique, he felt ordinary in comparison to Gavriil. It was his brother's ability that was a very interesting. You see, these boys were what they called mutants. Andrei could phase through anything and could even take objects and people with him, while his brother could transport people or objects to where ever he wanted. However, his ability was limited due to disuse. Gavriil wasn't too interested in his ability, which was a huge shocker for Andrei and their mother. With his teleportation powers, he could go wherever he wanted and he could be safe always, but he never practiced, so he never learned. The most the red mutant could teleport was about ten feet. But he had only teleported once or twice before becoming exhausted and giving up for months at a time. However, while Gavriil saw himself as weak, Andrei saw the potential in his brother. He was simply being held back by a bad case of laziness, which Andrei would soon fix.

Andrei and Gavriil were both born mutants. While Andrei was born with normal fair skin, he was also born with grey markings all over his body, along with a tail, that was very short in comparison to his brother's. Andrei's tail just brushed the ground while Gavriil's was about as long as the boy was tall. Meaning it could, in theory of course, be used like a whip, but his brother would never practice so it didn't matter.

Even though the boys had been born obvious mutants, they still gained more human characteristics from their parents. Andrei has been born with blonde hair and pale blue eyes. However, when Andrei hit adolescence, his hair became a silvery color and his eyes became white with black rims along the edge. Gavriil didn't remember his father, but if he had been born with skin that was more human like, he would have looked identical to him. Gavriil had the same blue eyes and black hair that their father had. He was a good man, but a fever took him early in his life, so Andrei's younger brother would never remember the man that held him closely during the last weeks that their father had lived. Andrei remembered their father even though he was young at the time of his death. It was a sad time, and he wasn't really sure he fully understood what death was at the time. But now that he does know what death truly is, it hurts more than he thought possible.

Andrei physically shook the memory away. He had to focus. He was no longer the young child that could get away with anything anymore. Now he had to keep his baby brother safe until he could defend himself. Andrei glanced at the large bag that kept their pathetic amount of belongings. He thought of the blades that he had been given by his trainer. Gavriil would learn to use them, whether he wanted to or not. It was either that, or his brother got off his lazy butt and started using the gifts he had been born with.

Andrei shrugged, it might be easier to simply protect him for now.


Hello peoples. I give you, a story that I will actually finish! I have 5 chapters written and I am halfway done with the sixth. Hopefully I can update this every few days! If you have any questions, just PM me and as always read and review! ~Noka