Howling in the dark

Prologue.

- Nathan?- Samuel yelled. Bullets flew overhead.
- Sam!- Nathan shouted.- I won't make it! Sam...
- Yes, you will!- Samuel said.- Don't overthink it!
- Don't overthink it.- Nathan mimicked.- Sam... I don't wanna die, Samuel, I don't!- he whispered.
- Then freaking jump!- Sam hissed. There was a fair distance between the roofs.- Jump, little one.
- Just jump?- Nathan muttered. And he did. Sam caught him in time. Gunfire. Nate gasped. There was blood coming up between his lips.- S... Sam?
- Nathan!- Samual yelled. His eyes widened.- Oh no. Hell no.- he murmured.- Gimme your hand... - Sam.- Nate smiled weakly as more bullets went through his body.- S... Sam...- Nathan breathed.- Brotha.- his hand relaxed and Nathan fell down.
- Noo!- Sam shouted. Tears ran down his cheeks.
Rafe tugged at his sleeve. Samual didn't care. He watched Nate fall.- Nathan!- he yelled.- Nathan!
- We need to go...- Rafe whispered.- We gotta go.
- No, no, no... Nate is still down there. We must...
- Nate is gone.- Rafe said.- We really have to go!
- Then go.- Samual hissed, breathing heavily. He couldn't believe it. Nathan! Sweet little Nathan...
- Look, he's dead! So you either are with me... Or with him.- Rafe yelled, clearly losing his temper.
- Nathan!- Sam whimpered, looking down at his brothers breathless body. He wanted so much to jump there, wanted to save him, to die with him.
But, then, again... "You were right"- Nathan's words rang in his head and the memories of that conversation flooded his mind. "No... We were right"- God, the conversation was like... half an hour ago. And now Nathan was dead. "Ok now we just have to find Rafe" "Ah, Rafe." Nate didn't trust Rafe. He was goddamn right. "No... Don't start. Please?" Samual begged then. He was a fool for trusting Rafe. "Oi come on, like you said: WE did this. You and me. Now... This rich asshole comes in on the tail end"
Samual gritted his teeth. He had to go, otherwise Nathan's death would've been meaningless. Sam must be the one to find that fucking treasure, not Rafe, and he ran. Adrenaline softened the feeling of loss. For now, Samual Drake was running for his life! He had to run... He would mourn. Later.