Two Worlds Connected by Love: A Prequel Owl House "Fanfiction"

Chapter 31: Making the Cut (Philip vs Caleb Pt 3 of 3)

A/n: TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood, Violence... and possible death, so there will be tears!

3rd Person POV

"NO! YOU'RE LYING!" Philip screamed.

Philip lunged at Caleb with brute force, his crooked dagger set to kill mode. Caleb blocked the blade with his and a clank sound was made. The fires were getting bigger by the minute drawing them closer.

"Philip! Please! I'm begging you! Think this through!" Caleb shouted, trying to reason with his younger brother. Caleb was shaking in fear trying to hold up against his brother's greater strength.

"Do you really want to live with the guilt of having taken a life? Of having your own blood on your hands? Taking the husband from a wife? Taking the father from his child?"

"That child," Philip yelled. "Shouldn't exist in the first place!"

Philip glared and snarled at his brother, seeing nothing but betrayal of his brother and not his own against his family. He didn't see his own faults believing in what he was taught: Burn and Kill the witches, and whoever stood against them: was also a threat. That was the "right way" of life. Just because someone says for you to do something, doesn't always make it right. What? Just because Caleb understood that and Philip didn't doesn't mean he should kill Caleb...

"And if you kill me? What then, Philip? Are you satisfied, then?!" Caleb asked, trying to dodge the swings of the daggers.

Both of the men's hair were messy and krinkled. Sweat on their brows and the heats of the flaming embers burn around them, keeping them close as much as they wanted to be apart.

"I'm not here to kill you! I'm here for that witch!" Philip growled, getting up in his brother's face. "But since she's not here, I'll have to bring her here, and then I'll do what I should've done a long time ago: Kill the Devil's Mistress!"

"You won't touch a single hair on her!" Caleb spat. "I won't let you!"

Philip started to feel even stronger against Caleb's pushing. He was moving them toward the blazes, cursing out his brother with threats towards his sister-in-law and future niece or nephew. "You won't be able to do much, Dear Brother!"

"And once that witch is dead, we will finish what we started, as witch hunters!" Philip glorified.

Caleb had a burst of adrenaline, clanging his blade against his brother and pushing him down, hard, to the forest's floor. As he fell, his knife was knocked out of hand.

Philip wasn't getting up. He was struggling to get up. Scared of what he'd done, Caleb dropped his dagger and went to his brother's side, "Philip! Philip! Oh, what have I done? Philip please!"

Philip huffed and puffed as he tried to raise himself on his knees, to meet Caleb's brown eyes. "Come to your senses! All of this- It's the Shadow of Hate and Lying over your heart, making you do this! I know you are not this evil and cold shadow of who you were once and that you act like right now!"

"I know my little brother is still in there and I won't give up, trying to reach out for him! We can work this out!" Caleb stuck his hand out as an offering. Philip looked up with false hopeful eyes, his hands reaching for the out of sight dagger, ready to challenge again. "Together, as brothers?"

Philip looked back and forth between his brother's eyes and his extended hand, contemplating whether or not to take him up on his thousandth offer to try and be good again. Eventually, he took his brother's sweaty palm.

Caleb used his strength to pull Philip to his feet, both were in hugging distance. Caleb was smiling, but Philip had other plans for him.

Caleb felt a sharp stinging pain through his right, lower abdomen. He clenched his hand over his staining white shirt and he began to ooze a dark red. "Philip!" Caleb gasped.

Blood ran down the crooked dagger in Philip's left hand as he had just stabbed his brother, "Now you know how it feels like! How I've felt after all this time! It hurts. It stings, doesn't it?"

Caleb doubled over and fell to his knees cupping his hand over his fatal wound.

"I-I gave you the chance to come with me, and you refused! You made me do this! You brought this upon yourself! YOU!" Philip screamed. Now, tell me where the portal is! Or where your little wife is hiding!"

Caleb tried to raise his head as much as he could, weakly, to see his brother's blue eyes, "NEVER! I will never let you hurt the people I love, and if in order to protect my family, my friends, the Isles I have to die? I'll accept my fate!"

Caleb snarled at his brother's arrogance. The pain was getting stronger and he was getting weaker. The blood stained his hand and it was dripping down his abdomen and shirt, as well as the corner of his lips.

"I-I won't let you win this, Philip! And if I have to haunt you as a voice of reason for the rest of your life, so be it! I will not let you destroy this place! I swear to that!" Caleb exclaimed in anger.

Catherine's POV

I was a whiles away from our house. Sunset was upon us. I had been traveling on Opal for hours and my bum was starting to kill me, as also the back pain and the baby's kicking.

Opal and I found a nearby tree to rest, "Wait, Opal! I... I need a little rest!" I cried out in pain, grunting.

Opal flew above the tree line, almost out of sight. She started chirping franticly, warning me, looking back to the cottage. "What are you..."

I saw what she was looking at. A dark cloud of smoke was peaking over the forest. I started shaking in panic. "Caleb?"

Then the realization hit me. He was in danger, grave danger! "CALEB!"