Authors note: I don't own any of the characters, they all belong to Mattel and/or Awdry. And please excuse my poor english, I'm norwegian and didn't pay too much attention in my english class...
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What Monsters Are Made Of
Prelude
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-Sodor, 2003-
«I'm so hungry, Arry…» the teenager mumbled, halfway in his sleep already. The hunger gnawing inside him, but he was too exhausted, he would fall asleep anyway.
Arry didn't answer. He no longer knew what to say. He couldn't say that it would get better, because so far it had only gotten worse by each day. He was about to lose hope. He felt the hunger too. It was no longer those stinging pangs of hunger like the first days. After a few days the pain went away, leaving them numb, but then it returned with vengeance. Now a grinding, constant pain.
Dumpster diving hadn't given any results today, and they had ended up trying to eat leaves and grass in a desperate attempt to stall the hunger for a while.
He looked down at his twin brother, lying on the ground, now asleep. Bert was a miserable sight, and he probably didn't look any better himself. He traced his brother's skinny, bony frame. His worn, thin clothes barely providing any warmth. They were both dirty and in desperate need of a bath. And shelter… and food… and a friendly smile… a hug…
Arry stared out from their hide out underneath the bridge, into the rain. His eyes being dull and lifeless. The eyes of someone who had lost hope. There was no point in fighting anymore. They would always lose no matter how hard they tried. They would never get out of the gutter. Life would never get any better. And soon it would be winter… and even harder to find food and warmth.
The youngster laid down, close to his twin so they could share body warmth, trying to survive another night. Though he no longer saw any point in surviving.
«I'm so sorry, Bert.» he mumbled, though his brother couldn't hear him in his sleep. «This is all my fault… I'm sorry I wasn't a better brother… Forgive me…»
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To be continued…