I was running. I ran and ran so fast that I didn't know where I was anymore. I was vaguely aware that I was back in the museum, but I didn't have time to look around, I was being chased.

"Get back here, frog!" Constantine yelled from behind me.

I didn't stop running, but I heard a deafening gunshot ring out.

There was a yelp and I turned to see that Topaz had taken the bullet for me.

"Damn, I missed," Constantine said. "Ah, well. Second time lucky."

He pointed the gun at me and I screamed…

And I kept screaming as I awoke, until I was quietened by a familiar voice.

"Hey! Jas, it's OK, it's alright. I'm here."

"Dad?" I said sleepily.

I looked around; I was in my own bed, in my own room. I was safe. However, Topaz wasn't.

"Dad," I said. "What happened last night, with Topaz, was that really real? Or was it all just a horrific nightmare?"

"That was no dream, Jasmine," Dad said softly. "I'm sorry."

I shrugged, though tears welled in my eyes. "The thing that upsets me the most," I said. "Is that I feel like I'm the only one who cares."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Dad argued. "I'm sure that Constantine is in pieces."

"Literally," came a voice from the door.

Axel appeared bearing a newspaper and a mug of tea. He passed the mug of tea to me and I sipped it obediently, though I wasn't really thirsty.

"Constantine sure is in pieces now," Axel said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He tossed the newspaper into my lap and the words: 'Criminal Commits Suicide after Son's Death' glared at me.

"He blew himself up this morning."

"Oh."

I tried reading the paper, but it brought back too many painful memories.

I pushed it away like a plate of unwanted food and instead looked up at Dad and Axel.

"There goes that family," I said.

"Didn't Topaz have a mum?" Dad asked.

I shook my head and said one word: "Divorce."

That word explained it all.

"I wonder if she knows," Axel said.

"Doubt it," I said. "Topaz hadn't seen his mum since he was eleven."

"But it's all over the papers," Dad pointed out.

The thought of discovering the death of your son and ex-husband through a newspaper brought tears to my eyes again.

Soon, I was weeping.

"I'm sorry, Jas," Axel said. "I know how hard this must be for you."

I shook my head, there was no way he could imagine the pain I was in.

"I…made you something," Axel said.

He shyly pushed a piece of paper towards me, and I peered at it.

Axel was studying to become a tattoo artist, and he would often design tattoos on paper for friends and family. That was what he had done now.

There was one word on the paper, Topaz. The T was designed to look like his scar, as were most of the other letters, but the o was an orangey-yellow gem. A topaz.

"It's amazing," I said.

"He was amazing. I'm so sorry about…everything. I messed up, I was trying to be a responsible big brother and it all went wrong. Can you forgive me?"

Axel was grinning, but he looked like he was about to start crying too.

Ever since I'd met Topaz and him and Axel had fallen out, I'd always backed up Topaz, to the point where it looked like I hated my brother.

This couldn't be further from the truth.

I loved Axel, of course I did. He was my brother, and even though we always fell out, he was always there for me. I just didn't always realise it.

I nodded. "Let's call it quits," I said. "Sorry I was such a pain."

"Hey, that's what little sisters are for," Axel said. "And I got Topaz all wrong. He was a good guy. He lived a criminal but died a hero."

"My hero."

The End. Aww, so cute! I can't believe I've finished this story, and still got no reviews! Where are you guys? So, leave me a comment, and I will give you hugs. Going to update TDRR sometime soon.

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