This was originally supposed to be part of a fic challenge I issued to myself, but as I wrote it, it took on a life of it's own and now I'm posting it here for others to enjoy! This was originally inspired by Brother, My Brother by Blessid Union of Souls but it took a much darker turn almost immediately so i guess some blame could be put on the Cradle of Filth and Disturbed songs that loved coming on while i was writing this on the bus.
This is much longer and single spaced in the main copy, so in order not to induce migraines I am splitting it up. This is also told mostly in 3rd person with any 1st person chapters being labeled with a name and title. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have!
Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters or any song lyrics that may appear. Those belong to their respective owners.
Warnings: It gets pretty violent and emotional, so if you can't handle that, please leave now.
Otherwise, Read, Review and Enjoy!
Brother, My Brother
Part 1
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
They should be on the same team,
fighting side-by-side against their enemies.
Instead they face each other,
malice hurt and anger sparking between them,
across a battlefield about to be littered with
the bodies of both friend and foe alike.
The fight begins with simple street techniques,
nothing really stylized,
purely for wearing the other person down.
They are so engrossed in maiming each other
that they fail to notice
their respective sides have ceased battling
in order to watch their furious fight to,
possibly,
the death.
The reasons for their anger were lost on all present,
including themselves.
All they knew is they had to fight,
that neither of their prides would let them back down.
When the street fighting does not seem to be working,
they both launch into their own styles,
so different, yet so similar.
The two sides,
now completely enraptured by the raw animalistic display,
have slowly formed a ring around the two,
giving them plenty of space while still encircling them,
setting a limit as it were.
They had tried to reconcile,
both willing to give love a try again,
but that only served to widen the rift between them
until it would have taken far longer than either had to cross
had either even tried.
The fight continues for an impossible time,
neither fighter seeming to wear down,
even with the intensity of their blows raining down.
After so long, the first drop of blood was spilt,
flying through the air
as though propelled by wings of its own,
but neither man notices.
They continue their vicious assaults,
each trying to gain the upper hand over the other.
By now, both sides are calling to
their respective leaders,
pleading and begging them to separate,
to live to fight another day.
Neither listen,
instead upping their ferocity
to where even the evilest villain is shaking in fear.
They separate finally,
Feral glares sparking between them.
Each gives an inhuman growl
and then launch at impossible speeds towards each other
from their previous positions opposite across the circle.
They smash into one another,
the sound of their collision causing all present recoil in fear.
They continue their vicious feud,
making all present wonder what could have happened
to turn these once brothers/lovers so against each other.
The conflict stretches on,
tiring all else out just by watching it,
until a vicious victory cry rings out,
telling all present evil has won this day,
but evil does not celebrate its victory.
Instead they run,
sheer terror for their leader propelling their ships
until they are no longer in the same galaxy.
Those that are left for the side of good
stare in abject horror at the carnage their previous leader and ex-friend caused.
Their current leader lie heaped at his ex-lover's feet,
not even the minutest motion moving his mutilated form.
They are both so covered in blood,
it is hard to tell
who is worse injured
and
who originally wore red.
Their leader is snatched up with such force
That his limp head snaps back painfully
Then lolls once more onto his chest.
The creature of their former comrade
snarls out words so evil and fuming
the remaining soldiers shudder in fear.
"I'm better than you, Tommy!
I told you I would kill you the next time we met!
And I keep my promises!"
Just as he is about to break the helpless human's neck,
a whispered question throws his world completely off its axis and out of orbit.
"Is it worth it, Jason?
Is it worth losing your heart…"
The broken body stutters out,
swallowing back blood to finish his inquiry.
"just to kill me?"
He's now panting so hard
and coughing so much blood
it is no question that he will die without help.
"What idiotic garbage are you spewing?
I didn't lose my heart!
I never had one."
It was meant more vicious than it came out,
But the sudden question had completely stunned him.
"yes..." rough blood soaked coughs steal the remainder of the sentence
and he fights valiantly to reclaim his words.
"You had a heart," he tries again,
pure unfiltered agony making thought and breath near impossible.
"You gave it to me and I..."
He hacks roughly again,
more blood seeping out of his broken mouth,
his team only staring in agony and anguish,
for all still present know that if their leader were to unmorph
he would be dead instantly,
the power and the suit the only barrier separating life and oblivion.
"I... never gave it back."
As fast as he can,
he slides off his left glove,
the white material making a limp plop as it hits the ground,
and with his barely working good hand
removes a bright silver band from a broken and dead ring finger,
holding the spotless token of love towards his ex-lover
as his hand spasms and jerks painfully.
"Until now, that is."
A fourth round of crimson liquid
is leaking from his being via his lungs.
"I give you back your heart, Jason.
...I won't ask for mine,
cus I know it died that day."
His breathing is harsher
and he knows that if something doesn't happen soon,
he'll die,
regardless of the suit.
The creature stares in wonder and broken aw
at the tiny circle enshrouded in his former flames mangled palm,
all of his fury dissipating immediately.
Lips suddenly drier than a desert,
Words begin tumbling forward,
Impacting like boulders from a rock slide.
"You kept it?"
Surprised confusion dominates as he swallows thickly,
desperately trying to keep his chapped mouth moist.
"Why? Why did you keep it?"
More blood pushes past bluing lips
as he forces out
"Because I …I…I…i…"
before he trails off,
eyelids flickering rapidly
and breath leaving in slow bursting exhales.
His team is still silent,
but now all of the women are sobbing,
and although they're trying to be strong,
not even the men are dry and clear eyed.
A flood of tears falling
as they begin to realize
that no matter how legendary Tommy is
he's still just a human
and humans die,
too easily and often too early.
Eyes still flickering,
Tommy uses the last of his impossible strength
to utter words that will always haunt the Rangers,
past present and future,
as well as Jason.
"I still l-l-love you, Jason
and I always will,
even if you kill me."
He stretches his injured neck as far as it allows
and places a quick tiny kiss
to a bloody cheek
before succumbing to another crimson coughing fit
that leaves him limp and quiet.
Blood mixes with tears,
flowing down both faces,
clearing tracks down Jason's
and streaking Tommy's
with pinkish rivulets that pool
on his cheeks before cascading down
in blush-colored waterfalls.
"Tommy," Jason chokes out
reaching up with his free hand,
fingertips registering the barest of heat
as he tries to wipe the pale face of tears
only to succeed in smearing them into streaks,
gory war paint befitting the recent battle.
"Wake up.
Please, Tommy, wake up!
WAKE UP!"
He cries and pleads as he slides suddenly to the ground,
cradling Tommy's body to his chest tightly gentle.
"Tommy…"
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