The blood splattered on the floor was the most noticeable thing in the whole room. In that splatter was the very thing that made it so interesting. A boy about sixteen with dark brown hair, though it looked more black when it was mixed with the blood. If John hadn’t known better- hell, if it wasn’t for the fact that the kid was his older brother- he would have thought he was dead. He practically kicked him in the side, something he had come to know as a nudge.
“Get your a** up.” He grumbled without bothering to see if he was okay. His brother lifted himself up from the floor slowly, like he was actually in pain. He grinned at his brother and grabbed his injured side. Blood gushed out, splattering the floor even more. It didn’t look too bad. John pulled him up onto a table that, conveniently, the idiot had missed during his fight.
There wasn’t a problem with fixing him up; John had done it for a seriously long time anyway. It probably started when he was maybe ten, meaning he’d done it for five years straight. His brother laughed painfully as John applied the necessary pressure to his wound.
“Can’t you just, I don’t know, take it easy for once? What’s so bad about it, Ace?” John glared at his brother as he sat up. Ace chuckled and then grinned at his little brother. Sometimes, he really pissed John off.
“Lighten up, little bro. I was just-“
“Just trying to get yourself killed! God damn it Ace! Don’t you ever think?!” Ace’s smiled faded slowly. His brother was really angry this time. He looked about ready to tare him to pieces, and he was… Mentally of course. Ace sat still and took his brother’s scolding yet again. He watched as tears began to form in his eyes. They both knew that they weren’t going to fall. John just didn’t cry. Not since their sister died.
“John… I know, okay? I should be more careful. I got it. Calm down.” Ace held his hands up in defeat and tried, ineffectively, to calm down his brother. John’s eyes narrowed even more as his voice lowered.
“Do you really? I’ll be in the car.” John turned away and hopped into the red convertible. He grumbled to himself. How the hell can he be so god damn careless?! His thoughts were all on his brother’s stupidity. What did he think would happen to him if he died?
 orangeheadtwins · Wed Apr 06, 2011 @ 02:02am · 0 Comments |
