The halls of the Pennhurst Asylum glinted in the LED lights. C.C. Tinsleys shined leather shoes glinted with each step. He knew where he was going, though: to his arch-nemesis, Dr. Fear. They had a past, one that once held happiness but now only brought pain and sadness. He had just 'finished' his last case, one about a missing family that had now brought him here.
And then, he heard it, the voice that he knew too well. It sent chills down his spine. He turned to face the hospital room and their eyes caught on each other. They both stood still for a moment before the doctor began to approach the detective.
"What are you doing here, C.C?" The doctor hissed.
"I'm here to finish what we began."
"Never!"
A hard punch hit C.C.'s jaw. It took him a minute to realize what happened, but then he retaliated striking the older man across the face. The doctor wiped the blood from his mouth and gazed at the man before him.
"What happened?" C.C. asked, "We were still children when it happened. We were friends. We could still be that way, if we just put this whole issue to rest."
"No! You betrayed me!" The loud voice of the doctor boomed.
"I never betrayed you! Please, come with me," C.C. looked away, a tear in his eye, "brother."
"We are only brothers by blood now."
"Fine. But I can't just leave. Forgive me."
C.C. charged the doctor, forcing him backwards to a large, conveniently placed window. He tried to block out his brothers scream as he fell from the second floor. He couldn't bare to look out at his brothers body.
He tipped his hat, the tear now streaming down his cheek, "Looks like this was a case for C.C. Tinsley."
He left the asylum, vowing never to return, but else where, his brother opened his eyes, still dazed from the fall.