"Ah, after such a long time..."
Martin gulped as a flash of white teeth glinted in the dark. A pair of brown eyes seemed to glow, and he heard footsteps slowly sound louder and louder on the tiled floor of the building.
He had no idea why he was so terrified. He was a soldier, for goodness sakes, he's supposed to make this seem to be the easiest thing ever!
When the figure finally entered the light, it showed up to be no one else but his brother. His grip on the dagger he had been keeping hidden grew tighter. His hands began to feel clammy, and he licked his lips to release tension. His commander's words kept echoing in his mind like an annoying song.
"Your brother is a murderer, and he must be punished for his sins! If you come back here without your blade wet with his blood, I swear, you will die in your shame!"
"Brother."
Martin lifted his eyes to Chris's. His brother cracked a smile, and playfully punched his arm. The soldier scowled and adjusted his stance to hide the weapon. "You look dreadful in red and black." He snapped, and Chris merely chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. "Ah, well, I don't know..."
He tensed as his criminal brother closed his distance with him. Seeing Martin's change in behavior, however, he pulled back. "Look, haven't you forgiven me yet? Is it my fault that I 'accidentally'-" he marked the quotation marks with his hands. "-killed mom and dad and about 13 of our neighbors and their families because I was just experimenting with combustible gases?"
"N-No..."
"Oh. What ARE you here for?"
"I just wanted to say goodbye."
Chris smiled and pulled his brother into a tight embrace. Martin choked back a cry and drew the dagger.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered, plunging the knife into his brother's stomach, dragging it downwards until he reached the waist. Blood spurted onto his blue jacket, and tears began to fall from his eyes.
A sharp breath in made the older turn his head in the hopes that he wouldn't have to see his brother's horrified face. He braced himself for the inevitable push. He dropped the dagger in anticipation.
It never came.
Instead, he felt his brother hug him tighter, but nit wasn't a hug to squeeze him. It was like one of the hugs they had when Chris graduated.
It was a hug of love.
It didn't last that long, however. Moments after, Martin felt Chris's body slump and saw his brown eyes close, slipping into eternal rest. A second after, Martin uttered a cry of despair and horror. His tears flowed more as he hugged the corpse tighter. "Ahh~ How- What have I done?!" Catching sight of the dagger, he set his brother beside him and grabbed it, slitting his throat. Falling on top of Chris, he silently waited as his vision began to blur and fade into black.
