Slash

War Criminal

"Just like how you killed father."

He starts to walk closer to me, my back hitting the hallway wall, my hand unconsciously going to the hilt of my sword. His eyes trail down to my hand, before looking back at me with disgust.

"You are a damn curse. Everything...is your fault. It's your fault dad died, and mom died, it's your fault...if you had never been born..."

"Oh my gods Don what it wrong with you?! I came here to save you! I don't understand why you're so mad right now! I thought you never wanted to even be a stupid guard?"

"No. Don't even try to turn this around on me! You...you are the monster. You killed my father! You killed our mother!"

"I didn't kill her!"

I shout out, biting my lip as I turn away, my brain absolutely fried from what was happening. I was expecting a joyous reunion with my lost brother, that he would had thanked me for coming back to help him escape this horribe life. That maybe....he would had grown up and understood why I had done what I did.

"What did you want me to do? Would you rather I died? It was me or him!"

"You ruined my life! And you ruined moms, and dads!"

"Oh, whatever, it's not my fault they hated me! It's mom's fault she even had me! I cannot believe you're blaming me right now. Do you truly resent me?"

I clear my throat, letting go of my sword handle, taking a deep breath as I look back up at him. Maybe I came in too strong. I just don't understand what could had happened to him in the four years we have been separated. What had he been told? What changed?

"Donny....i don't know why you're so mad. I didn't come here to fight. I came here to save you. Just...tell me the truth. Do you truly enjoy being a commander of war?"

I watch his face try and stay in that scrunched up scowl, but he struggles, turning away and sighing loudly.

"I was a kid, el. I've grown up. And I've accepted the path that the world had paved for me. Why do you keep trying to cut through the bushes and branches, when you could just walk the path?"

"Because...the path is predictable. Life is supposed to be unpredictable, and scary, and fun, and bad, and good....and...everything. I know that I'm...that we...are meant for more."

I say softly, reaching up to put my hand on his shoulder, smiling a pained smile up at him.

"I've done all this..for you. I just want to pave a new path for you. One that you want..."

He keeps his head turned from me, refusing to even look at me. I can already tell from his face what he's going to say.

"This is what I want. I made up my mind...and I'm sticking to it. Dad was right, I have everything I need here. Money, status, power, I have a girlfriend, I don't need anything else. Someone had to take his place after YOU killed him."

I let out a sigh of annoyance, pushing him a little so I could get out from the wall, taking a step back as we stand in the middle of the hallway.

"Fine then. Be scared for your whole life then."

I grumble out, before turning to walk away. But...his hand grips onto my shoulder tightly.

"I am not scared. You are. You're just running from your fate."

I stiffen at the coldness in his voice, realizing I struck a nerve in him. But he struck a nerve in me too.

"Well....your just giving up. How honorable."