Disclaimer: Well, it's the usual disclaimer crap. Ayup, it certainly is.
Apollo swallowed the bile that was building up in his throat. It's a dream. It's just a dream. I'll wake up in the middle of the night screaming my head off, and I'll scare Trucy. Again. He noticed that Kerstin was nibbling her lip with her teeth digging in, while Klavier was fiddling with his rings, and Ema was scrunching her Snackoo bag extremely tightly. Finally, Klavier spoke.
"Hello, Kristoph," he said. "What brings you to visit us in broad daylight with two prosecutors and a detective in your company?"
Apollo felt a gun shove against his back before Kristoph responded. "I have to finish what I started, lieber bruder."
"And yet…" Kerstin mused, something that looked like fear on her face, "you brought this unto yourself, Kristoph. If you had not murdered-Shadi Smith, was it?-you wouldn't be in this situation. You would still be mentoring Spike over there, and Wright would still be your best friend. I'm correct, aren't I, brother?"
"Wright was never my friend," Kristoph stated. "Nor was I his."
"Well, then, you're confusing me. Now you be a good boy and let us go."
The safety on the gun went off just then. The gun had been rotating on each of their backs, from Apollo to Kerstin to Ema to Klavier and so on and so forth. Apollo felt more bile rising into his throat. He's not serious. He CAN'T be serious. Well, he surely wouldn't murder his own siblings in cold blood…would he?
"I might play a little game with you before you all die," Kristoph said. "I'm going to send all four of you to that alley over there, and whoever I call up, I'll shoot. Sound fair? Any objections and I'll shoot you on the spot." Wordlessly, the four of them moved to the alley and faced Kristoph. The same look of fear was on their faces, though Kerstin's was distorted somewhat. It was similar to…It's similar to when Klavier saw Kristoph go insane at the Misham trial, Apollo thought grimly. Both of them thought Kristoph might have some good left in him-that maybe there was some kind of mistake, almost. But they didn't believe it until they saw what had happened to his mental state with their own eyes. He glanced around and saw that both the Gavins had their hands clasped, their eyes shut, and their mouths were moving silently. Ema hadn't touched a Snackoo in ten minutes, but she was fumbling through her bag for something. Eventually however, Kristoph made his decision.
"My dear siblings," he grinned. "Will you please come forward?" Kerstin and Klavier glanced at each other and mouthed one word, so fast, and in German, too, but Apollo was fairly certain he knew what it was: stall.
They walked forward, and Apollo wanted to run, hide, and kill himself, so that he could forget that he never knew the Gavin siblings at all.
But he couldn't. It was like a train wreck. He couldn't turn his eyes away. Ema was still scavenging in her bag. Apollo went over. "If you're digging for Snackoos, Ema," he hissed, "I might have to slap you." Ema glared at him.
"I'm looking for something else," she hissed, and dove back into the bag. Apollo glanced at the Gavins. Kristoph had his gun raised. Oh no. Oh no. Apollo found his legs pumping towards them and jumped, just as the gun went off.
A/N: Wow, sorry for the hiatus and short chapter. Anyway, couldn't remember if Kristoph or Apollo said that Kristoph killed Zak Gramarye in Turnabout Succession, so I just guessed.