[[Do you want to play a game?]]
“Please don’t do this to me,” he weeps, arm stretching as far as he can, trying to touch one last time. It’s futile, of course, the bars around him are solid steel and even if he weren’t such a small, skinny child they cannot be broken by human means, “Please, please.”
[[Two brothers enter: one stays, one leaves.]]
And god, three pleases in less than a minute. What Andrew would have done to get that before. Not that what he’s doing is easy, but that certainly does not help.
“Andrew, please. Let me come with you. Don’t leave me here. Don’t leave me alone.”
[[Guess which one is which.]]
But as much of a little shit his younger brother can be, Andrew’s doing this for him.
He can’t turn around, if he turns around he’ll see Henry’s face–his ugly blotchy crying face, and his wobbling trembling mouth with it’s crooked teeth, and the spray of freckles he inherited from their mother, and–the face that he watched grow up from wrinkled lumpy baby, red and squalling, to still kind of lumpy constantly dirty. God, Andrew hates this but he loves his brother more so he doesn’t turn around.
[[Are you a glass half-empty or a glass half-full kind of person?]]
He puts the key to his brother’s jail cell on a hook by the door. “Don’t let him out until it’s over, I don’t want him to see.” The guard in uniform, masked and anonymous, nods just the once before resuming his statue impersonation.
The door opens, blinding sunlight turning him into nothing more than a silhouette. He thinks he hears Henry screaming, but the pounding of his heart is louder. There’s a ringing in his ears, a burning in his eyes and throat.
[[Two brothers enter.]]
For him, this is what it means to be an older brother. He was doomed at five years old, the moment his mother placed Henry in his arms. Has that only been fifteen years? That’s such a short time. Henry’s not even an adult yet. Andrew’s not even that much of one either. Both of them are too young for this.
His breathing has sped up, his hands are sweating and he sight still hasn’t cleared of phosphenes. He can do this. He can’t do this. God this is unfair. This is–
[[One stays [alive], one leaves [in a body bag].]]
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A/N: … okay. I didn’t think I was going to go in that direction, but apparently I did. Something a little dark for those who are too happy with their life, sure, why not.
Gonna be honest, I have just recently watched Big Hero 6 so I’ve been having some fraternal feels just like gushing forth from my heart (and my tear ducts, goddamn it).
At least it contained the word this time?
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