AN: Not sure where this one came from either. I wanted something to go with the smart brother but I didn't think it be quite so…dark? I really do love Eliot. He just doesn't always love himself.
AN: i updated to fix a mix up, I typed children and pets in the wrong order, didn't mean to imply that pets were worse, just typed wrong! thanks reader50!
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Eliot splashed water on his face. Then some more.
He gripped the edges of the sink, trying to control his breathing. It had been while since he'd had a nightmare that bad, that vivid. Although nightmare wasn't quite the right term, not when it wasn't his mind conjuring up horrors to torment him.
Tonight the only torment came from memories.
He stared into his mirror, knowing he deserved a lot worse than nightmares.
Eliot knew that Lindsey believed that, between the two of them, Eliot was the good brother and he was the evil brother. Lindsey thought that because he defended evil, helped it keep its position in society, that he was unredeemable.
He had no idea the things Eliot had done, the things that kept Eliot awake at night.
Eliot knew that nothing Lindsey had done compared to the atrocities in his past.
He had killed in cold blood. Had killed men, women, pets, and now he could add children.
He had tortured people for information.
He had sold his soul to Damien Moreau.
There wasn't any kind of redemption for the things he'd done and if there was, Eliot didn't want it. He didn't deserve it.
Lindsey kept evil out of jail. Eliot kept evil powerful.
Lindsey could change his ways, could find redemption.
Redemption wasn't a possibility for Eliot. But change was.
Eliot stared into his mirror and told himself this was the last job he'd do for Moreau.
This was the last time he would kill another man.
This was the last time he would fire a gun.
Lindsey thought he was the evil brother. But Eliot knew that wasn't true.
Compared to him, Lindsey was saint.
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