Drabble written for r/FanFiction's monthly prompts. The monthly theme is 'studies', and this is written for November 1, 'loss'.
The Empty Lot
My world passes through my fingertips.
I've been led to this barren strip of concrete jammed into the heart of the city to meet my brother. Now my fingers tell me he's cold, stiff.
Dead.
I curse the darkness that robs me of his face. Curse the men who drew this curtain on me. And curse, curse, curse the ones who drew a much heavier one on him.
I will roar, tear and rend. With tooth, fang and claw I will rip the life out of their throats.
Like a tiger, in the darkness, my eyes catch light.