Chapter 2: The Fight
The large, brutish men were grouped in a corner. One was holding his arm, keeping pressure on a wound he had recently received. He knelt down and snagged a blood-covered knife from the floor.
"Stupid bitch, that's what happens when you say no." he grunted. "Where the hell is the little brat? Find him." The three men spread out and began to ransack the house. Brother crept through the door and snuck to the kitchen.
"Wait here," he whispered. "I'll be back soon. I promise." With that, he began stalking one of the men. I glanced around the corner and saw Brother behind one of the men. With a sudden burst of energy, he leapt into the air and hacked into the man's neck. Brother caught the body before it fell and lowered the corpse to the ground. Silently, he left the body and sought out the next attacker.
I retreated into the corner, tucking my legs up to my chest and covered my mouth. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest like a crazed animal trying to escape its cage. My throat tightened and breathing became painful. I peered through the door and was greeted by the beastly face of the last man. I fell back and a scream exploded out of my throat, quickly muffled by the man's hand. "Shut it, or you'll end up like mommy over there" he hissed. "Now tell me, where's your brother?" A hand tapped on his shoulder and he turned.
"Here" the owner of the hand growled. Light glared off the blade that was swung with unbelievable strength, sending the brute plummeting to the ground beside me. "Get up, now!" Brother yelled. He glanced down at the body and kicked it.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Brother asked shakily. I nodded, as fear kept my voice trapped. "Good." He took my hand and headed to the door. Something caught onto my shirt and pulled me away from Brother's grip. "You bastard, I'll teach you for trying to knock me out!" a voice bellowed. It was the man that Brother had tried to kill before saving me. Throwing me to the floor, he advanced towards Brother, clenching his fist around his knife and swung for his neck. "Get up! Come on!" Brother yelled at me. "Come on, stop lying there and get up!"
I gasped, opening my eyes in fear and panic. I was lying in my bed. I bit my lip, realising that what happened was just a dream. Brother was standing beside me, trying to rouse me from my sleep. "Come on, get up."