Mikey's POV
You know that kid in the movies who convinces themselves that they have it in them to be the hero, even when they clearly don't?
Yeah, that's my brother.
It's not that he's weak or anything – though he's hardly the Hulk. It's just that when you're eighteen and skinny and your opponent is a man wide and strong enough to be mistaken for a brick wall with a pulse, you don't have a chance no matter who you are.
Gee had been pacing the cell for the three hours we'd been in here – fortunately I'd been wearing a watch when we were thrown in here, so at least we could count the minutes we were left to rot – but as soon as the door had swung open, he'd sprung into action and leapt at the guard entering.
Now, like I said, this guy wasn't exactly small. And, again like I said, my brother is skinny, so when the guard struck out an arm and caught Gee's stomach in mid-air, Gee went flying. He landed against the wall with a startling thump, and slid down to the floor.
I gasped and ran to his side, kneeling beside him and glaring at the guy in the doorway. Gee was thankfully still conscious, though not as energetic as before. He shakily sat up, clutching his right shoulder. He wavered a little, but I grabbed his left arm before he had a chance to fall.
'Gee? You okay, Gee?' I whispered worriedly, my eyes scanning his body for blood.
All in all, he looked pretty unscathed, and his reply confirmed my assumptions.
'Get the fuck off me, Mikey. I'm fine.' He growled, shrugging me off and snarling at the guard.
Brick Wall simply snorted, his harsh face contorting into what I assumed would have been a grin on anyone less evil. He stepped into the room and to the left, resting himself against the dank grey concrete next to the door. Behind him, another guard followed, situating himself on the opposite side of the door. I glowered at them both as hard as I could, though I was sure my look would be nothing compared to Gee's.
Sure enough, when I glanced at Gee out of the corner of my eye, his scowl was so angry a grizzly would've probably whimpered at it.
Another guard followed and stopped in the centre of the room, his arms behind him, eyes blank. Three guards? Really, they needed three guards for two teenage boys? Did they think that we'd somehow manage to break through the first set of guards? Really, it was pretty over the top if you asked me.
Not that they did, I got the feeling they didn't really care what I thought. To be fair, at this particular moment my judgements on the running of their – Business? Organisation? – whatever, didn't even matter to me. All that mattered was the Gee was alright.
Oh yeah, and that we eventually got out of this hell hole. That was pretty important too.