Status: Active.
Revenge
One
“Tom,” Oliver whispered, a few tears welling up his eyes. “Please, don’ evah leave meh.”
Tom stare up at his older brother from the warm pavement skin as pale as ever and eyes lined in an unhealthy, faint red. The blood lay in a puddle, leaking, pouring from Tom’s torso.
“I know ‘m no’ a good brovah, Tom, bu’ please,” Oliver tried again when Tom didn’t respond. Everything in his life, everything he touched turned to stone, and now his baby brother was, too. Tom reached for his brother’s hand and Oliver instantly saw this, struggling, frantic about making sure Tom got the grasp he needed.
Tom’s eyes began to flutter closed and each time Oliver yelled at him. He yelled at him, as if reprimanding him would keep the younger man alive. “Tom!” Oliver yelled again. “Stay awake! ‘m no’ givin’ yeh an option!” But the raised voice couldn’t and didn’t stop Tom from fading, slowly, but surely.
And Oliver swore one more thing, if he died doing it: revenge.
Tom stare up at his older brother from the warm pavement skin as pale as ever and eyes lined in an unhealthy, faint red. The blood lay in a puddle, leaking, pouring from Tom’s torso.
“I know ‘m no’ a good brovah, Tom, bu’ please,” Oliver tried again when Tom didn’t respond. Everything in his life, everything he touched turned to stone, and now his baby brother was, too. Tom reached for his brother’s hand and Oliver instantly saw this, struggling, frantic about making sure Tom got the grasp he needed.
Tom’s eyes began to flutter closed and each time Oliver yelled at him. He yelled at him, as if reprimanding him would keep the younger man alive. “Tom!” Oliver yelled again. “Stay awake! ‘m no’ givin’ yeh an option!” But the raised voice couldn’t and didn’t stop Tom from fading, slowly, but surely.
And Oliver swore one more thing, if he died doing it: revenge.
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The chapters are going to be like short drabbles each, therefore I will update more often. They're all relevant to the same story line, just shorter. It's meant that way.