The Other Brother

Bombs exploding, gun shots blazing, Boys dieing.

With all this surrounding James Logan, he thought only about the whereabouts of his older and reckless brother, Victor.

"Where are you Victor?! Where the hell did ya go!"

Swiftly he moved up shore, dodging bullets. Some pounded his shoulders and chest but none succeed in preventing him in his pursuit. He had one mission, Find His Brother.

Logan knew more than anyone else in the Canadian army that Victor Creed was a blood thirsty mad man. He spent the best part of his life doing two things, one, trying to control his big brothers violent rages, or, two, cleaning up after them.

The beach was now scattered full of men firing rounds and throwing grenades. Yet the smoky air carried Victors scent in it.

"Got'cha now old man!"

He gave a cocky smile and made his way after the tyrant.

Amongst the terror and devastation Logan was surprised that he could spot Victor so easily.

"The idiot is running on all fours!! He's gonna get us both put in chains!!" His mind was in horror at the sight if this. How could he be so careless?

It was too stupid.

"What are you up to Creed?" he thought as he glared at his sibling rip and tear at the boys in the firing towers. A feeling of disgust came over him watching this man, his flesh and blood act, like a beast.

"This is not normal"

James instincts were pulling at him. Something caught the eye, a flash dark red and white. He adjusted his vision and watched as the creature; it couldn't be human, raced across the sand. It dove over the fences onto some Germans, and then up onto the tower, as Victor had done. It's hair waved in the wind, a beautiful thick mane of rusty red, tipped with silver white at its ends. His eyes widened and the realisation hit James like a brick wall.

"It's….it's a.…..it's a women."

He couldn't help but smile to himself. She was clearly young, but impressive, not in the least bit normal, and her scent was overwhelming.

Turning back to view Victor, Logan seen a look in his eyes he had never witnessed before. He was smiling, not at his younger brother, but at the young strange girl.

James felt his guts churn as he realised that the beautiful creature he just observered was in grave dangour.

"Over my dead body, brother" a simple mumble, a quite persistence.

He burst into sprint towards Victor, but he'd disappeared.