This is actually a very short fanifc. Probably only 2 or 3 chapters. I attempted here to name characters. Wasn't exactly easy.
"Hello…" said a voice.
Kenneth struggled to lift his bruised head up. He wanted to look upon the face of the voice. He KNEW that voice…longed for that voice. One of the people that had plagued his mind. And he was standing in front of him.
Their eyes met.
Kenneth stared. His brown eyes locked onto the drained red of the being. The voice was not of his memories, nor of his family. This was something else entirely.
Kenneth wouldn't even call it a 'man'. 'Creature' seemed like a better term for it, and even that was crude. How could this THING be his brother? It wore his brother's clothes, and lived in his house, but this in no way resembled his brother.
Without warning, the thing grabbed him. He cried out, and he struggled away as he was pulled inside. He shrieked out, exactly the opposite of what he had been told to do in this situation, but this was not about the war and not about the enemy. He attempted to yank his arm away, and started kicking viciously, but the monster- which was greenish, as if a human and a plant had been combined- grabbed hold. It's fingers were long, disgusting, and mouldy.
"Kenneth…" it muttered, smiling. The creature looked quite innocent. Creepy, but not with an evil nature. Kenneth wouldn't exactly use the term 'harmless' to describe it, but it didn't look like it had bad intentions. Kenneth gritted his teeth and held back tears.
So this was what had become of his home.
Somehow, this was even worse than if it had been bombed to the ground. He stared up at what remained of his brother, and tearfully asked "What happened Freddy? Where's everyone else? Where's the rest of us?"
Freddy, or what remained of Fredrick smith, the slightly kooky neighbourhood idiot smiled vacantly. As a boy, Freddy had always had a sense of not being quite right in the head. He often just sat inside cupboards when things got a little hectic, especially the days leading up to war. Kenneth loved his brother, his cheerful kind older brother that always looked out of him. Well, he tried to. It was more Kenneth that had to take care of Fred, as he was often bullied and taunted by neighbourhood children. Kenneth never let them hurt his brother's feelings.
"The great war…the great war…" Freddy muttered. He didn't release his grip, but swerved Kenneth down onto a rickety chair. Kenneth looked around the room. A few things from childhood were still there. A disconnected radio, the stove, chairs, a mattress. He craned his neck a little to the left, and there, sure as day, was the outline of the 'safety cupboard'
"Where've you been then Kenneth? O…out onto the b...Battlefield?" he inquired politely. Kenneth opened his mouth to speak, but then decided better of it. What was he going to do? Was he now a prisoner in his old home? What would Freddy do to him?
"Yes…fighting and sorts…" carried on Freddy, putting on a different voice. It was as if he was speaking for him. In a way, Kenneth was grateful. Freddie's eyes wandered over to Kenneth again, as if satisfied by the imaginary answer. Then his face fell into dismay. Kenneth was immediately worried.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked. He wasn't sure his brother had heard him.
"Your stomach's in two…" murmured Freddy under his breath. Kenneth looked this side. A cut, fixed up with stitches, was a very old wound he had got whilst fighting. It was nothing really. It was well healing.
"Freddy…that's not my stomach…and its fine, really it is. Don't bother with it. Nothing worth fretting over…" he said nervously. His speech got more and more frantic as his brother came closer.
"It's nothing…just a small cut…it's nothing Freddy…it's nothing…"
Freddy was holding something in his hands. With a stab of horror, Kenneth realised it was a rusty kitchen knife.
"Stupid doctors…knew they didn't know their mongooses from their arms…" muttered Freddy.
"Freddy, get AWAY FROM ME!" he screamed. He lurched back, and clattered against the table, tripping over. The creature, wild eyes, brandishing a knife, was standing above him.
Kenneth felt a sharp pain.
Freddy had dug the knife in, loosening the stitches. Kenneth cried out in violent agony, screaming for his brother to stop. His entire side was burning up.
"There now. Those army boys won't bother you anymore. I always said so…" mumbled Freddy, trailing off. He left the knife in, loosening his grip on it. Then he stared at the wall, caught in his own thoughts. Kenneth, wincing beyond pain, tried his best to take it out. It clattered onto the ground. Tears were in his eyes as he grabbed hold of his side…The knife had gone into him deep…Blood flowed from his hands.
Freddy was brought out of his daze, staring at the knife on the ground. He looked pleasantly surprised. "Oh, is this from your barracks? What a queer thing to have lying around in the war." He said, smiling. He caressed it slowly, and dug it into his knee. He sat down beside the figure of his younger brother on the ground, and hugged him. Blood drenched his knee and the rest of his leg.
"So nice of you to visit…" he trailed off, before the world started swimming. He blacked out.
