Out of Control
The shouting came from outside the shop were Edmund was getting a few things for his mother. He finished what he was doing as quickly as possible before leaving the shop and looking down the street. Only a few feet down the street there was a fight. He knew that his brother was involved, over the past few months Peter had gained a rather awful reputation. Edmund sighed heavily and went to help the taller blond boy. While Peter's reputation had suffered greatly from his sudden bad behaviour, Edmund didn't have a reputation to ruin, so he helped his brother as much as possible. Putting down the shopping bag he attacked one of the boys who was attacking his brother. After suffering several blows to the head he heard the soldiers blowing their whistles and then felt the other boy being pulled off of him.
"When you going to learn, boy? You keep like that and you're going to end up in the army!" The soldier was shouting at Peter. "I don't want to see you again! And I don't want to be breaking up your fights." He glared at Peter and pulled out his notebook. "What's your name? I'm writing you up." Peter was silent and glared at the soldier a moment. "You will tell me, boy, or I'll lock you up the night."
"His name is Peter Pevensie." Edmund spoke up. Peter looked at him with hate filled eyes. "I'm his brother Edmund."
"Pevensie, eh?" said the soldier with a thoughtful tone. "The sons of Arthur Pevensie and Helen?"
"Yes, sir," said Edmund respectfully. He really didn't want his brother to get a record, but with his current attitude that was likely.
"Hmmm..." The soldier thought for a moment. "I'm not going to arrest you, this time, but if I see you causing trouble again I will." The soldier looked away from Peter and turned his attention to Edmund. "You look like you have more sense than your brother. I would suggest that you spend less time with him and more with your studies. You have potential, unlike him."
"I will keep that in mind, sir. Thank you." Edmund wouldn't even consider leaving his brother like that. He hoped that Peter knew that, but he wasn't sure.
"You boys better go home before your mother worries. Get going." He barked before turning and walking away. The brothers remained were they were standing until the soldier was around the corner. Edmund picked up the shopping bag and sighed. Peter had yet to look at him.
"Traitor." Peter hissed darkly when he finally looked up. Edmund felt his heart stop as he looked at the raw hate and disgust in Peter's eyes. In that moment Edmund realized that Peter truly believed that he would abandon him if it would serve him better.
Edmund didn't look at his brother. "You are my brother and my King. I will stand by whatever you do, even if it leads to death." Without staying anything else he started to walk home. It was only then that he noticed there was a cut above his eye that was bleeding and his face was badly bruised. At that moment it didn't matter though, what mattered was that Peter hated him.