Guilt
[A/N: This is a very short monologue that I thought up, from #31 The Conspiracy, taking place if Tom had managed to kill his father, and Jake going after Tom in turn.]
I . . . My name is Jake.
I killed my own brother.
Good, Jake. Make it short. Abrupt. Try to erase your guilt.
What if?
What if I hadn't morphed to tiger at that one moment?
What if I had asked Tobias for help?
What if I had listened to Marco, and let him make the call?
What if?
It's my fault.
Cassie says it isn't. Marco says it isn't. Even Rachel says it isn't.
That it couldn't have been helped.
I know better.
I can still see that one last moment in my mind.
My brother pulling out a dagger, stabbing my father.
A tiger running.
My father falling, dead.
A tiger running.
Tom wiping the dagger on my father's clothes.
A tiger springing.
Tom turning, finally, seeing me, with horror in his eyes.
A tiger's jaws closing on my brother's throat.
If I hadn't been so angry with Marco, I could have made the right call.
If I hadn't been so angry with him, I could have let the others come along.
Only I didn't.
So my brother killed my father.
And in turn, I killed my brother.
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