AN: So I decided to post the second chapter, thanks for the review and follows guys! Reviews mean the most and will keep me motivated to write this, I still don't know how I feel about the story in general so I would really love feedback :)

Bolin sat holding Pabu in limp arms. His eyes were glazed over. Lines of dried salt went down his face where tears once ran. He felt too empty and shocked to cry now though. His hands were covered in dried blood, and his right continued to stroke Pabu's red soaked hair.
The sun had disappeared a while ago leaving Bolin in the dark with only a moon to light the forest.

Pabu's body had long since gone cold. The combined smell of blood and vomit in the air was enough to make someone gag. Bolin could care less though. His friend was gone and he had nothing. It might seem silly to be so broken over the death of a mere animal but he was. He loved Pabu more than anything.

A bird fluttered across the path, startling the grieving boy and snapping him out of his trance-like state. Blinking his dry eyes as he focused on the scene in front of him, immediately he was hit with the realization that his dog was forever, and truly dead. It nearly turned his stomach again, combined with the smell in the air it took all his will to not be sick. He almost instantly jerked back behind his mental shield. It was just too much for him to handle right then.

He knew needed to leave, he had no idea how long he had been there but he was cold, tired, numb, and needed to go home.
No way was he going to leave Pabu behind though.

Standing and lifting the limp, slack-jawed body of the mixed-breed dog, he turned and headed to his house. It was somewhat difficult to navigate in the dark, as he could barely see the ground, but he was familiar enough with the area to not get lost.
Not long after he started walking he approached the street and quickened his pace. As he adjusted his grip on the maimed animal his left foot hit the edge of a curb and he fell with a gasp of surprise. Skidding across the sidewalk on his knees and with his right arm trapped beneath him, he heard the muffled thunk of Pabu's skull as the limp body flew out of his reach; landing partially in the gutter directly in front of him.

That sound made Bolins skin crawl and he cringed. His arm and knees screamed in pain as he mechanically sat up quickly. Standing he walked over to Pabu's corpse and lifted it back into his bloody arms. The rest of the walk home his mind was in a daze; almost completely unaware of his surroundings and running on auto-pilot.

"B-Bolin?" A shocked voice penetrated the fog he was in. Looking around he realized he was standing in front of the house his brother and he shared. It was small, messy, and the vomit yellow walls were stained in some places. It was a house, but Bolin would never consider it a home.

"Where were you I-" he stopped, glancing at Bolin and the thing in his arms as his eyes widened in horror.
Blood stained Bolin's shirt and pants. His arms were covered in the now dry liquid and some was smeared across his face. His eyes were swollen and dead looking, dark circles under them, almost like he had been punched. Both knees on his pants had been ripped open and Mako could see a bit of blood dripping down the exposed flesh. Deep scraps covered his right arm. The whole situation reminded him of a horror movie.

Worst of all was what he was holding. It took a moment to recognize the bloody mess of a creature. But once he did his mouth opened and he struggled to find words.

"I just- I couldn't-" Bolin stuttered out before breaking into tears again and slumping against his brother.

"Shit." Was all Mako managed to say as he rubebd the younger boy on the back, in what he hoped was a comforting manner. Deciding that actions spoke louder than words, he moved to gently tried to pry the bloody thing out of his brothers arms. Bolin's tear stained face didn't change but he glanced at his brother and tightened his grip on the once beloved animal.
Deciding not to push him right then, he instead grabbed Bolins arm gently and led him inside to their small grubby bathroom.

It took several minutes to convince his brother to let him have the dog. Though as soon as he had it he grabbed one of the bathroom towels and quickly wrapped it around the body; hoping Bolin would calm down a bit with it out of direct view.
It wrenched Mako's heart to see his brother cry like this. He didn't know what happened to that dog, but it must have been violent, and he hoped Bolin hadn't been subjected to seeing it. He had tried not to look too closely at the animal but it was hard to miss the claw marks to its face, it must have been a large creature that attacked it.

Setting the towel covered remains on the floor right outside the bathroom door, he then moved on to deal with more pressing matters; taking care of his brother.

Leaving the room he retrieved the first aid kit. Taking out a pair of tweezers he meticulously picked the gravel out of Bolins arm and knees, both of them were silent the entire time. The cuts on his knees weren't too serious, however the scraps in his arm were long and deep. Finally with all the debris cleared he was able to disinfect the wounds with peroxide. His brother winced at the sting but otherwise had no reaction.
Washing his hands and putting the kit away he turned and looked at the green eyed boy.

The poor kid was sitting on the edge on the bath, palms facing upward on his lap as he stared downward, a seemingly endless amount of tears continued running down his expressionless face.

"Bolin..." He said softly. He was ignored, or maybe Bolin was too far gone in despair to hear him.

"Hey." He placed his hand on his right shoulder. Startled, Bolin looked up.

"Y-yeah?" He spoke quietly, his voice flat and low. Making it difficult for Mako to hear him. That alone was concerning, his brother always spoke loudly and with a genuinely joyful tone. This Bolin sounded fake. Like a mask. It was terrifying.

"We need to get you cleaned up. Take a shower and I'll get you some clean clothes and bandages. Can you do that?" He didn't want to come off as bossy but Mako was always the type of person who felt better when something was getting done. He was never good with crying either.
Bolin nodded before rubbing his eyes with his bloody hands and standing.

"Okay..."