Outcast

Alexander

I woke up still tied up in the dungeon like room. I looked to my left to see Jett's bloody and unconscious body. Just like me his hand were tied above his head. They didn't tie him high forcing him to kneel on the dirt floor. His black t-shirt and skinny jeans were torn and blood stained. His face had dried blood all over.

"Jett," I growled under my breath hoping to get his attention. No response.

"Jett!" I exclaimed but only silence answered me.

"Don't touch him!" a voice boomed cauing me to turn my head. Brandon emerged from the shadows carrying two blood filled plastic bags. I growled.

"How could you betray your own brother?" I spat with pure hatrid. I was more pissed about Jett being captured than me.

"I'm not," he responded chucking one of the bags of blood at me. I eyed him closely as he moved over to Jett. He gently poured the thick red blood into his mouth causing rapid healing.

Jett's eyes flickered open and he smiled.

"Was Evadin having too much fun with me?" He laughed looking at all the blood on hiself and his clothes. Brandon laughed with him.

"What the hell?" I inturrupted, "Brandon's good?"

"This whole thing is fake. Brandon is on our side. We have our own traitor too," Jett said, facing me.

"Drink the blood as well," Brandon added, "Or you will starve. Anyway Alexander is ready,"

"Good lets go," Jett said turning towards the door, exiting the room. Brandon nodded and exited the room. Leading us to our doom.

Jett and. I followed closely as he lead us through the dark, musty hallway. Unlike the dungeon the hallway had deep red carpet and hundreds of pictures lining the walls. Numerous doors, that lead god knows where, also lined the wall. After several minutes of following Brandon blindly, he lead us out a door. There stood a tall guy with dark brown hair and gleaming blue eyes. His tan skin held few scars and his eyes lit up once he saw Jett.

"Alex!" Jett exclaimed running to him and giving him a hug. Brandon must of seen the confusion in my eyes because he whispered to me that Alexander was the only brother of theirs that was still human.

"Who many brothers do you guys have?!" I exclaimed. Brandon just shrugged.

"Our father got around,"

I giggled.

Alexander let go of Jett as he checked me out.

"I see why everyone wants her," he smirked. Jett nearly back handed him.

"She's mine. Back off," he growled. Alexander only laughed.

"Okay we need to leave. The plan is to make a run for it in the forest but Brandon your going to have to stay behind and say you were fighting or something. Just make some shit up," Alexander commanded. Brandon nodded and went back out the door. Alex waved us over to another door exactly like the other except it was dark brown.

It lead us out into the woods that were, as always, filled with snow. As we ran we heard a voice awfully to familar.

"I'm coming!"