Chapter 11.5 Brother
Pyro slowly opened the door, and wanted to shut it quickly when he noticed that someone was inside. It was the Red Pyro, who was sitting on their bed. Pyro stood there staring at the Red Pyro, the other one hadn't noticed him yet. The Red Pyro had his mask off revealing a tanned face covered by black sweaty hair. The features looked Italian, and the eyes a dark blue. Blu Pyro knew that face and knew that eye color was a dominate trait in that family.
"Ayson?"(Jason?) He asked quietly. The Red Pyro rotated on the spot quickly. He saw that it was the Blu Pyro.
"How do you know my name?" He asked sharply. The Blu Pyro let out a hurring sigh and removed his own mask. The face was clearly feminine and Italian with a similar tan as the Red Pyro's. Her hair was a dark blonde and pulled back in a low pony tail. The tint of her eyes' was the same as him.
"Aurora?" He asked shocked. She nodded. "But I thought you had died?" She smiled at him.
"That is what I thought happened to you." She said. He stood up and embraced her. He was relived that she was alive. She hugged him back, grateful her only brother wasn't dead. She suddenly pushed away from him. " We can't be seen like this, we're supposed to be enemies." He thought about it for a second.
"I know, but..." He chocked out the words. All this time he had been attacking his sister. She backed away from him.
"I'm sorry, I won't attack you anymore, but I won't stop attacking your teammates. You should probably do the same. Also we can't see each other unless it is by accident. It's just too dangerous. I've missed you, but now is not the time for us to be brother and sister. I'm sorry." She said seriously, trying to hold back the tears. She turned and left before he could stop her. She vanished into the hall. Jason tried to follow her, but he couldn't find her.
"Fuckā¦" He whispered. He turned on his heels and went back to his room. He put on his gear and started looking for her.
Aurora tried to control her breathing as she placed her mask back on. Why did her not dead brother have to be her enemy? She had left and hidden herself in closet. She heard the familiar sounds that the type of boots she wore thud down the hall. Once the sounds faded off into the distance, she silently opened the door. She wandered off in the other direction, fighting off the tears and trying to find Sam so that she could get the hell out of there.
(Author's note: Sorry about this one being short. I felt that this scene needed to be by itself, but not quite its own chapter. Hence the reason that this Chapter 11.5, and why it is uploaded separately. Chapter 12 is coming soon and it is going to be really long to make up for this one! Again, I apologize for this half chapter.)
