This is a warning. Blood, angst, and death follow this note. Read at your own risk. I will not be held responsible for any uncontrollable feelings or excessive crying. Thank you.
Panic.
/Panik/.
N; sudden uncontrollable fear or anxiety, often causing wildly unthinking behavior.
Syn: scare, terror, alarm, fright.
Panic set in as Gilbert saw the blood. His brother's thick, red life source gushing everywhere. In his mouth, on his hands, flowing from his chest and pooling in the grass, staining it a sickening reddish black color. "G-Gilbert...? Bruder...? Sind Sie das...?" (Brother...? Is that you...?) What settled in after the panic was shock. There was no way to save him now. His little brother was dying, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. So, he did what he always did when his little brother was scared. Kneeling, the albino took the others hand into his own and held on tight, slowly sliding the smaller onto his lap, not caring that his brother's life was now spilling all over him.
"Ja... Ja, es ist mir, kleiner Bruder..." (Yes... Yes, it is me, little brother...) Gilbert spoke in a soft voice, petting the top of the younger's hand with his thumb. HRE's eyes opened then, hazy blue meeting crystalline crimson. Gilbert gasped when he saw how dim his brother's eyes had become, seeing the life leaving those eyes that he had looked into a thousand times. Those eyes that were always smiling and filled with light, now dimmed and flickering by the Death that was slowly coming to take him away. Those eyes that were as blue as the sky, and just as free, restrained by nothing. Gilbert's heart ripped itself from his chest as soon as the aqua was taken from him, stolen by a cough that was laced with more russet liquid.
"Nicht... lassen Sie mich... bitte..." (Don't... leave me... please...) HRE whispered, leaning back against his brother more, his strength evading his body as he gasped raggedly for oxygen. A strangled noise that barely sounded human pulled itself from Gilbert's throat, tears now flowing freely from his eyes, as red as the blood running from his brother's body. "Nie... Ich verspreche..." (Never... I promise...) And with a shaky, blood stained hand, Gilbert crossed over his heart, the brother's pact sealed one last time that they would never leave each other.
The smaller blond struggled, lifting his hand to trail one line over his failing heart, and then cross it with another. But before the lines could meet, HRE's body seized one last time, his last breath stolen from his throat as he fell completely limp against his older brother. Gilbert felt his gut clench as he heard HRE's hand hit the grass with a dull thump. A scream caught in Gilbert's throat as his brother left him. Left him stranded on this Earth without him. And then suddenly the world was crashing down around Gilbert.
"Bruder... Bruder! Bitte, bitte, haben Sie aufwachen! Du kannst nicht gehen mich hier allein!" (Brother... brother! Please, please, you have to wake up! You can't leave me here alone!) And for the first time in years, Gilbert sobbed. He sobbed into the front of the shirt that clung to his brother's cold, lifeless body. Gilbert clung like a child to the black jacket that was forever stained with his brother's blood and sweat. He begged his brother to return to him. He screamed at the sky, a sound of ultimate suffering, swearing at whatever God or Gods that may be that they were sick for taking HRE from him and leaving him in this rotten place with nothing. Gilbert's heart tore itself into tiny, unfixable pieces.
"Du hast versprechen, Bruder... Sie versprach, du würdest nie verlassen... aber du hast..." (You promised, brother... you promised you'd never leave... but you did...)
