It's Not Over
"Okiedokie," Karr said, standing up while brushing off his pants. "I'm gonna go get some more fire wood. Be back in a few."
"Ok. Be careful." The younger told him, getting up as well. The fire casting his shadow out for a long distance.
The older smirked. "Please," he drawled wearing a cool grin as he grabbed the flashlight. "Careful is my middle name dude. You know that."
Kitt just smiled and nodded. "Mhm. Yeah. Whatever floats your boat."
Karr didn't respond, though he was grinning madly. Beginning to make his way into the dark forest surrounding them like a determined wolf on a hunt. Kitt watched him until his brother's figure disappeared into the pitch black abyss. Even with his keen eye sight, it was still hard to see clearly. He grimaced. Feeling goosebumps prick his skin as he sat back down by the fire.
"Call me if you need me. I won't go far." He heard Karr say loud enough for him to hear. It sounded like he was already on the trail.
"Ok." Kitt answered back, settling back down by the fire.
His sky blue eyes briefly flicked to the full moon that hung clearly in the night sky. Seeming to almost be a giant spotlight on their little camp they made earlier this morning on the edge of a cliff. The view was spectacular in the day time. The cliff edge having a beautiful view of the valley miles below, only the tops of pine trees visible from their spot above.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end suddenly. A gentle breeze picked up, kicking embers down over the cliff edge. It wouldn't have been creepy if the embers dropped after a while, or if the breeze ended like they usually do. Instead though, it continued. The glowing hot embers continued to flow like a glowing stream over the edge. Kitt's Spidey senses instantly kicked into overdrive. He crawled back away from the edge towards where the tents were.
He was about to call his brother's name when he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder. Kitt snapped his head around, hoping to see his brother there with his typical 'What the hell is going on?' look on his face, along with the instant concern and protective impulse that accompanied the look.
But nobody was there.
Panic surged through his body. His heart hammering loud enough to the point where he was sure others could hear it. Adrenaline ran amok through his blood stream. His body shaking, eyes wide with fear. Kitt could feel a cold sweat begin to form on his brow.
The pressure was still there. Freezing him in place.
"What the..." Kitt gasped, his eyes glued to his left shoulder where the mysterious invisible hand stayed.
He wanted to fight. He wanted to scream. Something to get the frantic fearful excitement out of his system. Free the raging war of fight or flight currently going on inside. He closed his eyes. Willing the crazy, possibly imaginative pressure to go away.
In an instant there was a loud smack against the dense brush across the way. The branches and leaves bouncing with the force, leaves left scattered on the ground. The breeze died away completely, as if never there. Kitt forced his eyes open in the direction of the sound. His shaking getting worse when he realized the freaky ass pressure was gone on his shoulder.
"Kitt? Kitt you ok?" His brother's voice suddenly broke through the blanket of fear he enveloped himself in. He soon heard Karr's running footsteps as he neared the camp. Soon coming into view and dropping down to Kitt's side.
"Hey, you ok? What happened? I heard a loud crash or something." Karr's worried face intensified when Kitt didn't answer. He tried to gently shake him a little. "Kitt, c'mon man. Answer me. You're freaking me out."
The younger suddenly shook his head and wrapped his arms around himself with a tired groan. He felt Karr grip his shoulder in an act of comfort. Kitt shot up with the pressure. His racing mind still not really there after the weird encounter. Karr pulled his hand back like he had burned it. Coming to stand with Kitt.
"Whoa. Take it easy. What happened? Did you hurt your shoulder or something? I'm sorry if I jarred it."
Kitt shook his head, the beginning looks of frustration on his face. "No, no. You didn't do anything. It was...something. I don't know."
Karr just nodded, turning his gaze away from Kitt for a bit. Sensing the 'I don't want to talk about it' undertone. He swallowed. Taking a step towards the small mess of leaves and twigs that were obviously thrown around in a hurry. He really wanted to find out what happened, but it was obvious he wasn't gonna get answers anytime soon. So, with a sigh, he dropped the subject. For now, at least.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I think I'm gonna hit the hay." Karr said, giving an easy glance to the younger, who had his eyes glued to the flames. As if they held some kind of mystery that needed to be solved.
"Kitt? Did you hear me buddy?" Kitt was seriously beginning to freak out about his brother.
"Did anything ever happen here?" The youngest asked suddenly, dodging the question. Karr frowned at the change in topic, but swallowed it down. At least he was talking again.
"I...don't know. You mean like an accident?"
He nodded, blue eyes seeming to regain some footing again. "Yeah. Or a murder maybe?"
Karr could only shrug. "I'm sure there had to have been something a long time ago. I mean," he gestured around them. "Look around. It's the woods. But I don't know about anything recent. Why?"
Kitt's eyes went back to fire, obvious questions looming behind his eyes. "Just curious."
"Huh." Karr turned around to get ready for bed. But as he was undoing the zipper to his tent, Kitt turned. Something nagging at him to do so. When his brother's back was to him, his eyes widened in horror.
The words, 'It's Not Over' were written in bloodied claw marks across his brother's back.