Silent

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It wouldn't be long now.

We were captured, that was the first thing I had thought when I'd awoken to be in this cell. The cell wasn't normal though. The walls were made of glass. I'd been able to see him, my brother, just on the other side of me, laying in the corner hunched, and already in pain from our earlier fight that had caused this.

Hadn't it just been a routine patrol? Wasn't the night a calm one?

Yet the one wrong move, and we now sat, on opposite sides of the glass, just being able to see as the glass always stopped our pressed palms.

Never to hear the others voice, never touch the skin of a brother who you'd grown up with in close quarters.

Just see.

This silent suffering was going to do me in if the pain wasn't.

No, no it wasn't my pain. I was never harmed, but I always had to watch.

Watched as my brother screamed in pain from the torture. The silent tears streaking his dark skin.

Why wouldn't they take me instead? Why was it always him? Always my younger brother?

My hand on the glass, I only wished to comfort him, take away the pain.

The men finally left my brother as his normally strong body finally seized its movement, going limp.

A whimper rose thickly from my throat. This was my fault, this latest torture.

I had only wanted to talk to him, to hear him, or at least his thoughts.

It started days ago with lip sinking. He'd told me he was fine, that I had to be brave and not to cry for him and to be careful with my voice. Yet I wasn't careful, I spoke, yelled and cried out for him...For the touch I couldn't have.

And they'd come.

They had taken him from the room, which had been the first time. They had always left him in the room, so I could see, watch as they took my brothers flame away, little by little.

Hours had past again before the door had opened and the men in white had brought back my brother, and to my horror, they had taken at least one of his flames.

His eye.

They had taken his fiery amber eye. Where it had once shined brightly with life, now it was covered in cloth, blood soaking into the material.

So now, alone again, with my brother, I watched as he moved, sitting up and sliding up the wall till he sat at my side, the cold glass separating his warm skin from mine. His shaky, frail hand slid up the glass, waiting for mine to join it.

It wasn't fair.

My hand trembled as I placed it on the glass.

I shattered then. The tears fell freely, sobs leaving my throat. With my fist clenched, it slammed heavily into the clear prison wall.

It wasn't fair, wasn't human.

"why?" I screamed. God it sounded so strange even to my own ears. It had been so long since I had heard anything, and now with my voice so thick, cracked, and torn, it only hurt more.

Fists connected relentlessly with the glass, pounding as scream and yells tore from my throat. But I didn't care when I felt my knuckles rub raw, I didn't care, I just wanted my brother. I just wanted-

A loud crack rang through the air, and I stopped immediately. Looking up with red eyes I saw him. His fist still on the glass where it had hit, his eye a blaze with a a furious warning. Shaking his head, he opened his palm on the glass.

His eyes dulled, soften and turn to sorrow as his head fell onto the hard, cold glass.

On my knees, I placed my hand over his on the glass, my forehead on his as this silent suffering ripped away what pride I had left.

But that was alright, I don't need it anymore.

I wouldn't be long now.

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Hey guys! K so this will probably just be a bunch of one shots, but I thought it would be easier to just put it all in one 'Story'...All the one shots will have separate names, and if there are certain character I'll write it at the top with the title. If there's a one shot you really enjoyed tell me and I'll write a sequel of sorts.

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