idk might not finish ??
tbh i actually wrote humans for once
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"We need to hurry, mom's gonna be mad if we're late again!"
Two kids ran along a smooth, hard sidewalk, a strong gust of icy wind making their eyes water. Snow crunched underfoot, threatening to make them slip.
"Benjamin, slow down!" his brother retorted, panting like a dog. His big, fluffy Winter coat was slowing him. Benjamin tried to slow his strides, but nearly slipped and fell, catching his footing and haring forward.
"Nerd, catch up!" Benjamin snatched a glance over his shoulder with wide hazel eyes. His chestnut-brown hair had been ruffled by the wind, and his cheeks red from the cold. His brother, Michael, didn't look much different - green eyes, dark brown hair, and red cheeks.
Listening to the pounding of their footsteps, Michael attempted to lengthen his strides, foot catching an icy puddle and making him slip. His face flew towards the hard, gray concrete, before a deafening crack rang in his ears.
Michael could hear Benjamin skidding to a halt as his brother hurried back towards him. Blinking open a slitted eye, he saw blood staining the snow, and was suddenly aware of a pounding pain in his nose.
Sitting up, Michael felt hot tears pour down his cheeks, wailing. Benjamin screamed at all the blood - it stained Michael's shirt, coat, pants, face, the ground... It was everywhere.
"W-where's m-ma–" the bleeding boy yelled, voice shuddering with pain and terror. He pressed his frozen hands against his nose, and felt the eerie warmth of blood quickly cover them.
"H-help! He-lp!" Benjamin waved his hands, trying to attract anyone's attention. But the street was empty besides the two brothers.
Michael felt woozy as the world seemed to twirl and sway around him, darkness crowing the edges of his vision. The faint noise of buzzing filled his ears, and he was just able to see Benjamin staring at his phone.
"M-mom! Mike-y's h-hu-rt..!" he stuttered.
Inaudible mumbles.
"He fell while r-running and no-ow he's bl-eeding everywhe-re..."
More inaudible mumbles, but this time, they sounded frantic.
Michael fell backwards, painfully aware of the blood pouring from his nose and the tears pouring from his eyes. The work faded into black, his brother and mother's conversation lost. Why didn't I tell him to slow down..?
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srry it's short
