Really, the majorty of the time I've spent with him has been him chasing and me running. He was a seven year old in a horendously disfigured twenty year old's body. It was such a sad thing, if someone where reading it on paper. In reality, though, it wasn't all that sad until he was gone, and you remembered the day he was born, and you remember it was only a few years ago.
I think I loved him, like I did the Flock, in this really messed up kind of sisterly way. I don't know, though. I always wanted to kill him. Of course, I did. For a total of five minutes. No one in my world stays dead for long.
But I'm looking at the gravestone right now, and it's been there for months now. He's dead. He's going to stay dead, too. Now, after we've kind of reconsiled and sparked something close to a civil relationship, he goes and expires like ten week old fruit.
Even though he lied to us, tried to kill us, I still remember holding his lifeless head in my arms, amongst the chaos of the battle feild, sobbing. It was then that I realized exactly what he was; a scared, abandoned little kid with no one to look out for him other then himself.
So, it's now that I look back at my little brother that I hardly knew, after he's gone. The only real time you can reflect, actually.
Godamnit, that kid was messed up.
Ari Batchelder
Here for a while
But not long enough.
Author's Note: Found this while cleaning out my documents. It reminded me of this other fic I read, but I can't remember the name. If you do, and it seems familiar, I'm not copying anything. Promise.