Chapter 11: Red Carpet
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Ryan woke up to loud shouts and more cold metal around his wrists. He could not see much because he lay on his stomach with his face pressed to the red carpet.
What's going on? He wondered. Oh no, please no. I blacked out! Red carpet - his carpet. But his carpet was not red; his carpet was brown.
Someone jerked him up right and then he saw the carnage. Blood dripped down the walls in little beads and the floor was now soaked in it. Furniture turned upside down and broken in half sprinkled the living room. Some men were placing the bodies into body bags. His stomach churned as he looked down to see Kael lying a few feet away.
The TV laid on top of his little body, and his face was barley recognizable.
Ryan felt tears well up in his eyes, and for the third time that day threw up.
Please no, he begged. Please no.
"You see why you must be put away. You're dangerous." Ryan looked at Stryker and then back at his little brother.
Please no.
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Ryan lay on the floor of his cell tears streaming down his face. They had taken away his handcuffs to keep him from suicide attempts, but Ryan would not have tried anyway.
Death is too good for me, he thought. How could he do this? What kind of sick creature was he?
"God, why did you even create me in the first place?" He shouted at the ceiling. "What did that kid do to deserve this? A monster for a brother. Tell me why?" Ryan collapsed to the floor.
He did not sleep that night, he only lay there staring off into the darkness, crying mostly, and sometimes begging the silence to let it all be a dream. But then the door opened. Because of the light, all he could see was an outline of two people, one he knew to be Stryker, and the other, a woman.
"Hello Ryan, meet Yuriko Oyama. She'll be your guard for the rest of your pathetic life."