I spin the glass bottle letting it spin like merry-go-rounds. The liquor that once filled the glass bottle did nothing to assuage the pain that bore through my chest. It never seems to cease; the pain, even after five years. Keith's death would never stop to traumatize me for the reason that everything I do added fuel to anguish. It envied me that my brother would dispose of such loss but maybe I'm always seeing what I wanted to see, perhaps they were just suffering like I was as if their torment was better cloaked then mine. I looked adjacent to me where my two brothers had started to bicker on who was going to get the next sets of drinks. I enjoyed their blithe character-Austin and Rick's.
Alex stared at the spinning bottle on the much abused bar table. Nothing ever seemed to break his compose face...nothing. But when I concentrated harder I could see little hints of where my brother's death had marked his veiled face. Henry lost in the bickering of Austin and Rick looked just as untroubled. I admired my brothers but with one as a late the loss seemed to devour the whole feeling of affection I had left. I couldn't get closer to my brothers; afraid that when I do they'll just slip away from me like what Keith did.
I gazed at the clock that hung on top of the bar's door. Each and every hour seemed to welcome new bar comers.
I looked at my four siblings who nodded. I grabbed my leather coat off the spine of the seat and went in the car park. Our spare sits were instantaneously filled by a gang of bikies.
The night was lugubrious and drizzling. Nasty looking gangs eyed our movement as we made our way back into our black hummer. I thanked my leather jacket that made me look a bit tougher. I kept walking with my brother, ignoring their blatant plan. It was obvious what this sort of people were thinking. If it wasn't for Henry's brawny stature they would've assaulted us without hesitation. It appeared that they decided to go for it; surely one brawny physique couldn't hurt them; how wrong they were.
"Nice car," remarked one member of the gang. They started to close in on us. It seemed typical that humans find the need to surround their victim before attacking; I didn't know whether that was an attacking approach or just a move to petrify. One more mental note to myself: humans always find the security when fighting as a group like this one. Its huge number certainly thrilled them. The beefy, obese one came closer than the rest; leader.
"Evening, gentlemen, we take interest in your car," informed the leader who took quite a long time to make the sentence sound really formal.
"So?" Rick asked deliberately rude. It surprised the leader that my brother dared to ask him with that tone- a tone of apathy.
"Well... we want it," replied the leader, his voice supposedly menacing. He drew out a metal gun and pointed it alarmingly close to Rick's chest. At this point of time bystanders were already grouping around us. Rick put his palm up.
"You, smart mouth give us the keys," the alpha barked pointing at Rick. Rick looked at me uncertainly.
"I don't have it," replied Rick showing his jacket pockets.
"Who has it?" the beefy man said his eyes blazing. It appeared that this human's short fuse was already worn. The car had of no value to me but I wasn't the only one in this brotherhood. If I was to risk a brawl surely I would be no different from this soul. But this mortal was just like us; having no hesitation to kill, I didn't even like the way he poke the barrel of the gun on my brothers searching for his prize. His gang reluctantly searched Henry; afraid that any moment he might rebuff and crush their cranium under his competent hands. I couldn't take it. If Keith was here he would've taken a lighter path but he isn't.
"There's no need for that," I voiced; they faced me puffing their chest and showing off their well-developed pectorals. It pleased them how their group certainly won in size but soldiers like me know better than to judge an enemy by size.
"What you did you say?" spoke the leader. I repeated my last sentence for his benefit. He didn't seem to like my attempt at helping him. He placed the gun to my chest, directly at it. I fought the impulse of knocking this guy over, a broken body part merely hurt. They didn't seem to give up searching for the keys in my pocket. It felt awfully uncomfortable having six pairs of hands searching me. After their impetuses search they found their fruit.
Couldn't be more modest, the alpha shook the key in front of my face supposedly challenging or bantering. It's been years since we had a fight with human beings and to be honest they were just as good as punching bags; their swing wasn't more than a slightest nudged. I would've let it go if it wasn't for my brothers' positions. They came closer to me making a straight line beside me; I was appalled a fight waited. Since I was in the middle of the line it had always been a tradition to step forward and informed the enemy of the attack.
"Gentlemen, I request that you give back the keys," I requested.
"Or what?" mocked the leader clearly enjoying the start of this fight. I sighed.
"Wouldn't it be better if you were to buy your own car, instead of stealing others?" The gang put their head back and laughed.
"Last chance, give it," I put my palm out but got spitted instead. Henry moved forward shielding me from the gang.
"Need a little protection do you?" the leader insulted. Although his face was nearly composed, I could easily smell adrenaline pulsing in his veins. But he stood his ground, rounding all of his twelve mates beside him. My brothers stood ready, waiting for the assault. The gang had spit in essence every swearing word in history before poking Henry in the chest. I pushed Henry out of the way; what brother would let someone poke their siblings?
The skinniest picked up his courage and poked me. That was all we got; spitting and prodding until Austin tackled the skinny one. Rick went back into action following the lead of his brother's tempers. Alex showed more skill in fighting doing appropriate expertise in finishing four on his own. I was left in the middle until a change of air hit me from the back. I turned around seeing a flying fist in slow motion.
With ease, I grabbed the fist and twisted it, letting the unfortunate human kneeling in pain. I saw the rest of my brothers combating with proficiency letting their unknowledgeable adversary crumple on the road. I snatched the key from the feeble hands of the leader harshly.
"You're not so tough now, hey?" I heard Rick said. It felt comical that he didn't assault them anymore but it was an unfair win; human versus trained transgenics. I gazed around the astonished eyes of human beings. Did I see a trace of fear in their eyes?