Eternally Damned

Call Of The Cthulhu

"Ugh... what a day." an exhausted Vinnie exclaimed, making his way back home after spending a long day at the bar and lounge. The Brazilian war veteran had been so excited for the last several weeks that he needed to find a way to mellow out. His solution: a few drinks and quality time with his close friends.

He was hung over, walking down the road and heading towards his suburban home. Moving around was a tad difficult for him, as he was never a regular drinker. However, his mobility was abruptly cut off when he fell downward.

"Agh!" he shouted, falling straight into a muddy ditch. Ugh... This is the LAST thing I need.

Vinnie attempted to climb out and get back onto the surface, but he couldn't. Each time he latched onto the land, it felt as though something kept pulling him down by the leg.

"Come on, man!" he shouted, being restrained by the thick, wet sludge. It seemed as though there was more than just a little mud holding him down.

Looking down at his feet, the Brazilian war veteran came to the shocking realization that he was not the only one occupying this ditch.

"Oh my God..." he exclaimed, horrified at who he was seeing. Looking underneath his boot, which was mostly covered by mud, he could see a man with blonde hair, tan skin, and very red lips. It was a man he knew for a majority of his life, now lying flat in a deep muddy pit.

Vinnie kneeled down before him, surprised, yet confused, that his adopted brother, Pablo, was here.

"Pablo?" he said, trying to get him out. He grabbed him and set his stiff body onto the surface, coming out of the hole in the process. It looked as if his brother were unconscious and not drawing a single breath. Oh no... Is he DEAD?

He shook his seemingly deceased younger sibling, trying to get him to wake up.

"Pablo." he shouted. "PABLO!"

He wasn't responding. Vinnie's heart immediately sank. Pablo... Please, wake up!

He bowed his head in sorrow. However, without warning, the tan man's eyes shot wide open and grabbed Vin by the hand.

"This is all YOUR FAULT!" Pablo shouted.

"What?" the Brazilian replied, scared and confused.

"Your brother is lost and unfound because of YOU! He's DEAD. He's DEAD. HE'S DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAAAAAAADDDD!"

"AGH!" he screamed, waking up in a cold sweat. He looked around, seeing a familiar bedroom.

"Fuck..." he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "It was only a nightmare."

The Brazilian gathered his surroundings, still feeling his heart racing upon his awakening. Having a bad dream about his brother was very inconvenient. Why am I worried about him so much?

He then walked over to his dresser, grabbing another photograph from the top drawer tucked away underneath his boxers. It was a picture of him and Pablo they had taken together during their childhood. It was put away because Kyanna didn't want to see it, which was understandable to him.

"Heh..."

Vin looked at it, having a soft grin on his face. He admired it like it was a relic from simpler times. I remember that day. Me and Pablo were promised we could go to the carnival if we took these photos and behaved. For once, we did what we were told. Paid off, in the end. Hell, Pablo ate too much cotton candy and threw up. It was kinda funny.

As he was staring off into space, reminiscing about the past, it was abruptly cut off to the sound of buzzing.

"Ah, what now?" he said, grabbing his small black device. He looked at the contact, which was an unknown number coming from a random location: an infamous city located in the Eastern region near the coast.