Through a Canine's Eyes

Chapter 33

I heard the Mr. Six chuckle in the background as I stared at Kayle, horror stricken. I opened my mouth to say something but I felt something climb up the back of my throat. I coughed roughly, spitting out blood on the green grass.

I watched numbly as the red liquid slid down the grass blades and into the dirt, leaving red smudges on the grass. I lifted my head up, looking at Kayle again and all he did was smirk back at me. I opened my mouth as if to talk to him but nothing came out. I didn't know what to say so I just knelt there gaping.

"What's wrong Bray?" Kayle purred as he said my nickname with some antipathy.

I tried to push myself back to my feet, groaning as pain shot up my side. I used my left hand to clutch my right side as I straightened back up into a hunched over standing position. My young child's body couldn't handle all the pain and for once I wished I was back as a dog.

I stopped, panting harshly, this time wrapping both my arms around my stomach. I wrapped my left hand around the handle of the knife, lifting up my head to glare at Mr. Cane.

"May you drown in a puddle of your blood stained urine you filthy godforsaken pile of mouse crap! You're lower than the scum that bottom feeders feast on! You're… You're not even a quarter as much a man as your mother is! How dare you! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" I screamed at him, fury boiling in my veins. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THIS TO KAYLE! None! How dare you do this to his memory! He didn't deserve this! This is between you and me!"

"Are you done?" He asked me calmly as I stood there panting.

His calmness tripled my anger, causing me to grind my teeth together. I clenched my fist harder around the hilt of the knife, tearing it out of my side in one swift motion. I screamed as pain shot all over my body, stumbling two dizzy steps forward. I took a few deep breaths as I got over the pain wave. I then spat at him, the spit flying to land on his neatly polished black shoes.

I saw his façade twitch as I merely sent him a smirk before mocking, "Are you done?"

"You're childish attitude suits your childish body," He sneered.

"And your small dick suits your small brain," I spat back, not aware how stupid I looked as a little 10 year old child swearing like a sailor.

I slowly pulled my blood stained hand away from my side throwing the knife to my right hand. I pulled my thumb over the end of the hilt as I clutched it tighter. I was finally glad to have a weapon, even if it was a small one.

He suddenly waved his hand in the air as he commanded, "Kayle, if you'd please."

I spun around, flinching from the pain in my side. My younger brother threw himself at me, a stick like shape of black blob forming his hand. It quickly turned solid, turning into an all-black blade with a red and black hilt. The sword was almost as big as him because he was only a tiny kid, but he swung it around with no trouble.

He swung it at me from my right side where I was wounded and I jumped backwards, sucking in a breath as I resisted the urge to grab my side. Kayle quickly switched the swing around, bringing it back towards me in a vertical arc. Again I danced backwards, clutching the useless knife to my chest.

"Kay!" I begged my brother. "Stop this! This isn't you!"

He thrust the sword at me this time instead of swinging it so I tried to jump to the side. The blade of the sword scraped along my left arm, just above my elbow. I gasped in pain, stumbling away from him.

"Haven't you got it by now?" Mr. Six asked. "This is not your brother, this is your nightmare. He isn't who you think he is and he isn't going to listen to you."