He really was a dangerous companion to have. I could never tell what he was thinking. His thoughts were always hidden from me; his body language never betrayed him willingly. Those steely black eyes of his never betrayed any emotions to me, they struck fear in others, but to me, they reminded me of a time where they were softer. He was ruthless and cold, coming off as unfeeling to everyone. His reckless and brash behavior often landed the both of us in dangerous situations. But I would never willing leave him, my brother.
Sebastian and I were war orphans, our parents died during the war. Being the older of us, Sebastian had taken it upon himself to make sure I was safe. He acquired weapons to protect me, stole and robbed to ensure I was fed. His cold and ruthlessness stemmed from a severe brain injury he suffered while he was protecting me from soldiers. The injury left him unable to feel emotions anymore. With no emotions, he was no longer afraid of anything, even death.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?" I screamed angrily at Sebastian. His eyes flickered to me, yet again; they betrayed no emotions whatsoever. His raven hair was matted with blood, his shirt was stained a ruby red from blood. I sighed and begun to clean the head wounds he had sustained. He did not cringe or wince from the sharp sting of alcohol; it was as though he was impervious to pain.
Sharp and angry knocks suddenly sounded through the old shack we lived in. Angry shouts and curses were thrown at Sebastian from the person outside. Whoever Sebastian had angered, had came knocking, literally. We shared a brief look before we both sprang into action. We took our bare essentials and ran into a hidden tunnel that would lead us to the edge of the woods.
We climbed hurriedly, seeking escape. Throughout the crawl, Sebastian muttered to himself quietly. He pulled a handgun from his jeans and handed it to me, "just in case" he muttered. He pulled himself out of the tunnel first.
"Damn." I heard him curse. His curse was followed by a long string of expletives. I heard multiple gunshots and the muted thuds of bodies hitting the ground. Had we been ambushed? Was Sebastian dead? My heart started to race, adrenaline raced through my veins. I gripped the handgun in my hands tightly, I would protect myself if need be. Sebastian had to be fine, I couldn't live without him.
Suddenly, a hand lowered itself into the tunnel. IT WAS SEBASTIAN! I recognized the cut on his hand. I gripped the hand and he pulled me out of the hole. There were several bodies on the ground, they lay in pools of blood. Sebastian looked at them with shrugging indifference.
"One day, sister, I'm going to be the cause of your death. I really am not good for you." He whispered, a frown on his face. It was moments like these that I wondered if he had emotions despite the injury. He would show concern for my wellbeing, proving that he did care and worry for me.
I looked up and stared at him, our black eyes starting impassively into each other. I didn't answer him but we both knew the answer – I would sooner die, than be separated from him.