A/N I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! And here is the update I promised.
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Reynolds easily dragged Joe down the path toward level ground, the criminal stopped his movements only when they were safely standing near the brothers' car with their faces toward the cliff. Reynolds held up a small black rectangular detonator and waved it before Joe's eyes. Fear stabbed his heart and Joe was certain that he would never see his brother alive again.
The blonde looked upward and met his brother's warm brown eyes for what would be the last time. "Ready? Set. Go!" And before the boy had a chance to react a noise louder then any he'd previously heard reverberated through the air. Joe glanced up in time to see a ball of fire engulf the cliff face (and his brother) before a chunk of rock hit him in the back of the head turning his word mercifully dark.
Same time, Frank…
Frank swallowed and twisted against the ropes binding him as he watched Reynolds drag his brother away. He craned his neck to see behind him and his eyes locked on the explosives that waited patiently to be detonated. His heart was pounding in his ears and he was certain that his brother could hear it from his position three hundred feet below.
From his vantage point Frank could just barely make out Reynolds waving a small black box-like object in front of his brother's face. It was in this moment that Frank became painfully certain that he was about to die. Time slowed down, the air seemed to thicken, adrenaline rushed through the young man's veins; Frank drank these last few moments in knowing that they would be his last on the Earth. The deeply rooted sense of horror began to dissipate and a feeling of peace diffused through his body; this was it, this was his time. Frank took one last look down toward his baby brother, their eyes locked for the briefest of moments and then Frank's world burst into flame.
An hour later, Joe…
"W-what happened?" The blonde haired detective said wildly shooting up in the hospital bed. "Where is he? Where's Frank?!" The world was slowly brought into focus and the college student was able to make out the faces of Chief Ezra Collig and Officer Con Riley standing next to his hospital bed.
"You were knocked out," Con started hesitantly. Joe closed his eyes tightly as memories of the night came flooding to the forefront of his mind.
"What happened to Frank?"
"I'm sorry Joe, but, your brother…he didn't, he didn't-make it." The usually brusque police Chief said softly, the grief he was feeling visible on his lined face.
"No, no, no, no…" Joe interrupted loudly placing his hands over his ears. "No, no, no, he's not dead, no, no, no, NO…" The blond was shaking his words getting louder with each denial.
"I'm so sorry, Joe." Con said his usually cheerful eyes mixed with a look of grief and anger at the person who killed Frank.
"No, no, no, no…" Joe's blood pressure was beginning to sky rocket and the door burst open to reveal an orderly, two nurses, and a doctor.
"I need you to take a deep breath and calm down," Doctor Elizabeth Beckett commanded gently her sympathetic brown eyes focused entirely on her patient.
"No, no, no, no…" Joe was lost in his own world now his eyes had glazed over. The curly-haired doctor sighed and motioned for one of the nurses to sedate him. Joe didn't even flinch when the nurse approached him with the sedative he simply remained staring blankly at the wall; a captive in his own mind.
A/N Heh...I'm evil...I almost feel bad for Joe, though...all right, I do feel bad for him. Anyway review, please.