A/N: So I finally got F.E.A.R 3 and it was awesome! I definitely loved Beckett in this one because he looked extremely sexy and so did the two bros; I just realized though that I really, really love the Pointman and I obsess over Fettel of course, anywho, please read the warnings below because they are definitely not for all readers! I have to say that I have a wild imagination and a pretty weird one at that so please no rude comments please! This story has somewhat of a plot and it takes place in interval 8: Ward...a little bit of craziness happens!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN anyone or anything from the making of this!

Warnings: slight incest, gore, sexual humiliation, child sexual assault, extreme violence, foul language! YOU WERE WARNED!

Thickness of Blood: F.E.A.R 3

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His eyes finally open, a bit heavy from the warm blood dripping slowly from his throbbing head and he sees nothing, no one; Pointman stands, attempts to and ends up falling back down in excrusiating pain that had erupted inside his left thigh.

With his breathing now a little ragged and heavy, he sits there and takes a look at his thigh, only to find it soaked in his own blood and a good-sized bullet hole where the blood continued to pump free, slowly. No one was around, no sound, no more cool drafts against his face, where the hell was he and how the fuck did he get like this? His weary eyes try to examine the room he was left in but he wasn't able to define it so quickly. His thoughts were a little bit disturbed and he had no idea why.

Fettel wasn't in sight, how strange. He knew he was around, he was close, very close. In one swift motion, Pointman got to his knees, using the wall for leverage, and stood flat on one foot, leaving the other one bent. He felt weak but did his best to ignore the very signs of that weakness in him. He eventually got used to his surroundings and just like a brick wall to the face, he smelled the rotten scent of his own blood, it was disgusting. Swallowing that thick metalic flavored liquid, he began to move forward, using the wall just like a blind man would use his cane to help him manuever himself to his destination.

As the familiar creaks and patters began to play over in his head like a skipping record, he came to a corner of the eerie hallway, and noticed the ambient lights that flickered up above, and how the cob webs twisted in the cool drafts and that's when he realized the surroundings, the strange events, happenings that once happened here, so many years ago and almost immediately, with his psychic readings going wack, he was slammed against the wall, and with his eyes closed for a second he knew who it was, the red glowing fumes that swam around Fettel and he felt those hands on him, pinning him back. "I see you're awake now, brother and you're bleeding very heavy," Fettel's eyes scanned the Pointman, right down to the bloody hole in his thigh. Pointman flared his nostrils and attempted to push him off but it was no use, Pointman went right through his psychic brother.

Fettel's gaze was strong as their eyes met; something about that stare, something about that grin, the Pointman couldn't help but struggle in discomfort.

"Please brother, don't move, just listen to me," his grip was even stronger, holding his shoulders back with painful force. The Pointman really had no choice, so he obeyed. "Remember when we were young brother, and you were taken away," Fettel spoke, his voice strong and silent; the Pointman began to remember, he began to rethink back when their bastard grandfather let one of the Origin staffers toy with him, he was so humiliated, so hurt and so furious. All of the memories starting back at that exact day, exact time came rushing back to him uncontrollably. It caused him great pain; mentally and physically. Fettel's objective here wasn't to hurt his brother, but to show him what happened, to help him remember why all of those men, and Harlen Wade, deserved the death they did.

Those were all nothing but awful memories; looking back up, exhausted from the pain, the Pointman found Fettel's eyes again, and his hands fell back at his sides, letting Pointman free to move. "See brother, we are here to remove those memories, to destroy them!" Fettel grew angry; he knew the pain his brother went through, he felt it everyday after that incident and he could even feel it now as they stood face to face; but Pointman could barely walk on his own. Fettel grew close to the Pointman, and so did the glowing red psychic auora. "And I remember the day I hurt you, I was hurt brother, I have always longed for your attention, you never gave it once we grew apart, so I decided that I hurt you, mother insisted on it even, brother, so I did it!" he growled, his voice more powerful and demonic than it ever was, so intense it began to create a uncontrollable earth-quake between the two of them.

Pointman tried to flee but it was pointless. Fettel had his hands on him again and shoved him back against the wall, his fingers wrapped around his thick neck. The eldest brother retaliated and eventually grabbed a solid hold on Fettel's neck. Strange that it happened, but it did and Pointman squeezed like hell.

Fettel let out a sadistic laugh, as if he wasn't recieving any amount of pain that Pointman was; Fettel was dead, nothing but a psychic body-less leftover. But how was he touching him right now, how was he even able to put his hands around his neck?

"You can't hurt me brother, but I can hurt you!" he let out that laugh again and began to strangle his older brother. Pointman let out several sounds of struggle, but not once did he ever say a word; only in his thoughts did Fettel have access to. "Stop this!" the Pointman's thoughts were running crazy but also very, very weak as so was his strength.

Fettel's grip became stronger, much stronger than Pointman's, and he could feel the dying pulse inside his brother's neck.

But something, something inside caused Fettel to stop just in time; Pointman was on the verge of death, but he saw mother and he came back. The fight between them ended rather quickly and Pointman bent over to cough. He was indeed weakening and Fettel could smell the blood, and it was getting very heavy where they stood.

"Sit down brother," Fettel stated and without fighting back, the Pointman did what he was told, with his back to the wall and his one good leg bent upward. Fettel crouched down to his level and extended a hand towards the wound on his left thigh. Pointman watched as the wound began to slowly but surely heal with the touch of his brother's hand. Amazing. The blood puddle was still there beneath Pointman, but that didn't matter, the wound was gone, left with a scar. "Why did you do this?" Fettel smiled and stood up. "You're my brother," he took Pointman's hand and helped him stand. The worst wasn't over yet; pain and memories flooded the Pointman's entire body, and Fettel could see what those were and stood at his brother's side when he went down hard.

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Ever since the Pointman was a young child, he knew it would happen, he never spoke, never even spoke when spoken to which got him all the abuse; he couldn't stand it, Grandfather hurt him, laughed at him, poked and prodded at him with needles of all kinds, but the one memory that hurt him the most was when he left him alone with one of the Origin staffers. Pointman, being young, and knowing nothing but what he was taught and was born in to, he knew nothing about what that man did to him.

He didn't even know the word "Homosexual", never seen a man's private before, never been in so much pain in his life, he tried not to cry that day, but it was hard not to, grandfather was there, he saw it happen but he didn't do anything to stop the creep from touching him, and putting things where he knew they weren't supposed to be. He was left with scars; emotionally and physically. There was no wonder why the Pointman had no determination to speak, he had been hurt over and over again. He knew his brother could feel what he was going through, literally speaking, because he was in pain too, more emotionally. The brothers still weren't close after that happened, Fettel didn't even speak to him any more.

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The Pointman opened his eyes to discover something different. He felt different, like he was someone else.

His eyes scanned the room, it was so white, so intense the lights were, he used his hand as a visor to shield them. "Hey!" was that voice that he remembers somewhere, sometime in his life; the familiar visitor crept closer, he could sense it, and both of his shoulders were overcome by two hands.

The contact made him jump and turn his head to meet the familiar stranger. But he wasn't anyone he wanted to see ever again. Where the hell was he? This isn't where he remembered being, but as soon as he looked at the stained white walls, the plain jump suit covering his body, he was young again, but it didn't make any sense at all, it was terrifying to be here again, to feel his heart beating so fast, to have already known what the familiar man was about to do to him, he was scared to do anything, Harlen was watching from afar.

Then Pointman remembered hearing the word from grandfather, "Homosexual" and how the man touching him laughed and agreed with everything Wade told him; It wasn't right, when the man touched him.

He smelled of something very strong and heavy and it burned his nose. He knew what he was going to do, he was going to hold him down, and do whatever the hell he felt like doing to a helpless prototype.

The young experiment was afraid, deathly afraid.

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E/N: Well this was a good beginning for a new story of mine that's just a little two-shot!