This is a little one-shot about Ari.
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Ari. He was a hard subject to bring up. First we hated him, then we didn't, then he was dead. He was my half-brother, though I didn't know until hours before his demise. I had killed him once. I still remember the light leaving his eyes.
Fang never liked him, not even when he was an innocent little kid. Even after what he said at the funeral, I knew Fang still held some resentment for the scars that Ari gave him.
Angel was different. Like his death affected her worse out of all of us.
I had trouble accepting he was gone. Even as I held his lifeless body, crying my eyes out.
Even though Ari betrayed, lied and tried to kill us, I saw the scared seven year old cowering deep within, trapped.
In loving memory of Ari Batchelder.
A messed up kid in a messed up world.
I know it's short, but meh!
-Live with chaos