OK, this is my very first fan fiction, so please take that into consideration before you comment on it. Thanks so much to my wonderful Beta Dante Lewis, you rock! And other then that enjoy…
"Wyatt, Please no!"
A tremendous power surged through Chris' body as his brother sent yet another ball of power at him.
Chris had been the subject of Wyatt's fury for over a week and had now finally broken. After ten days of stoic silence, he let out a wailing cry of agony.
As Wyatt stood back to admire the end result of his persistent persuasion to make Chris reveal his secret, he was mildly surprised at the damage he had done.
Chris was hanging limply from the chain that held him hanging from the ceiling. His usually slightly tussled hair was plastered in a damp mess in his face, screening the emerald eyes that were once full of life. He had been stripped down to only his trousers, the low riding material revealing his torso to be covered in a array of different colored bruises and scorch marks.
"Chris, you know how to make this stop, just tell me where the others are"
"I…I can't…Wy….Wyatt" The younger man sobbed out bowing his head.
"They are only people Chris, people that choose to hide behind you instead of fighting for themselves" Wyatt stated as he stepped closer to his victim. "Grown men and women that hide behind a mere 19 year old. It's not fair that they put that pressure on you. Tell me where they are Chris and this can all go away."
"O..ok" He said in a rasping voice as he raised his head.
Wyatt stepped closer to his younger brother, eagerly awaiting the answer that he had wanted for so long.
"Where are they Chris" Wyatt said as he gently brushed the sweaty hair out of Chris' face. He mumbled something that Wyatt didn't catch, "Say it again little brother" Wyatt said as he took one final step so that he was merely inches away from the younger man's face.
"GO TO HELL" Chris screamed as he swung back and kicked at Wyatt's groin.
"You little…."
But Chris didn't hear the rest of his brothers outcry of rage, the biggest power ball yet had already hit home and Chris' world was going black. As he used the last of his energy to form a bittersweet smirk, Chris triumphed his victory of lasting another day; his friends and allies were still safe.