Collapse (TyVan Fanfiction) ((discontinued))

VI

A soft breeze ran up Evan's arm and pulled at his hair. A gun was grasped tightly in his right hand, barrel aimed directly at a slightly older man. She whimpered, the woman in the man's grasp, trying to rip herself free of the choke hold.
"Adam," Evan huffed, seemingly out of breath. "Please. I don't want to do this."

The man holding the woman flashed a toothy grin, playing at the younger male's weakness. "Then don't. If you get in the way, I won't hesitate to put a bullet even through your brain." He answered, hugging the woman's neck tighter.
Evan was becoming restless, and worried. The only bullets on his head were the ones he was sweating. "Just let her go. She didn't do anything wrong." He tried to convince the man.

"You were always so... intent on being the hero growing up, weren't you," Adam's smile softly faded into a cruel, misshapen snarl. "I'm the older brother, I should be the hero! You never let me, Evan. Just know that this woman's death will be caused by you!"
The younger male stomped his foot forward, his gun still staring down his brother. Rain pattered on their clothes, drenching them all.

He slightly shivered, from both the cold and Adam's intense glare. "Just end it."
A contented smile broke Adam's face, serial killer vibe radiating from him. "If you say so, 'lil bro."

Evan stood in shock, his green and white plaid shirt now splattered in red that wasn't his own. The shock stopped him from moving altogether, not even a slight shake broke his stance. Adam then aimed his pistol at the shocked man, blood splattered on his tan face. "Since we're family, I'll give you a chance to run. But that doesn't mean I won't hunt you down."

He shook his head, finally his arms falling to his side. "No..." Evan mumbled, staring into the empty pits of his brother's eyes. "You're no family to me."
Adam cocked his gun once more, shrugging his shoulders. "I suppose I can drop you, here and now, then."

Chapter Six
Supply Run

My heart thumped repeatedly in my chest as sweat rolled off my forehead, the black canopy of night still had the sky in it's grasp.
The cruel thunder still bellowed, only the flashing of lightning provided my eyes any sort of chance to see. Wildcat was still curled up on the other side of the door, using some of the jackets that were here as a pillow.

I wiped my forehead of the nervous sweat, shaking just a bit. Yeah, the idea of my older brother scared the absolute shit out of me. He was never the same after Dad died, in fact, he became less like a brother and more of a psychopath. Took pleasure in seeing people in pain, or dying.
Still, I have no idea how I escaped that night...

A shiver ran up my spine, snapping my head back to Earth. I already know I can't try and sleep again, though my eyes are slipping closed every couple of seconds. Reliving all those painful memories is making me lose quite a bit of sleep every night and day.

I could almost feel the bags under my eyes packing after the sun revealed itself over the horizon, the storm passing over an hour ago. There wasn't any sound to disturb this pleasant silence, not even a walker.
The store was lighting up little by little, breaking the shadows free in the many corners. Now it felt safer, just knowing there wasn't anything there to scare the crap out of me.
My lips broke apart after a yawn forced itself out, my eyes watering a little.

"Just so you know, you look like shit. Did you get any sleep at all?" A voice startled me slightly. Wildcat was sitting up, seeming well awake. I scoffed. "Good morning to you too. You seem nice and rested."
He shrugged and stood up, grabbing the duffel bag he filled yesterday. "I was actually awake before you were." The duffel bag slung over his shoulder. I sent him a questionable look, grasping my own bag. "You woke up with quite a start, actually. Bad dream?"

Why was he asking me all this stuff? Why are we even talking, at this point?
"Look, you know you don't have to talk to me, right?" My palm pushed open one of the glass doors, warmth entering the store. Wildcat shot me a sideways look, pushing open the other one. "I'm not completely heartless, okay?" He looked a bit offended. "Besides, ever since you... joined with us," He seemed to gulp the words down. "I've noticed you don't sleep much at all. The bags under your eyes are so heavy, they could probably hold all our guns."

We both walked out into the sun, and I sighed. "Yeah. I suppose."
"Come on, dude. We need your strength, and we can't have that with insomniac Vanoss." Wildcat egged on, a genuine interest in his voice. My eyes met with his again, and I just now realized how tall this fucker was.

Finally, I shook my head. "Don't want to annoy you with my problems. I'll take care of it, though. Eventually."
Wildcat didn't say another word, probably figuring out that it was a wall I wasn't willing to break just yet. All he did was sigh, and we continued walking around the town, looking for more possible stores.

"Well, that was a whole bunch of nothing. Brian'll probably send us back out to another town, or a city we haven't been through yet." Wildcat commented, gesturing to our semi-empty bags. This town was a bust.
"Yeah. Well, what we got is better than nothing." I shrugged my shoulders. Really, that Big 5 was the only place there was anything. In all, about five guns and a couple rounds for each of them.

"I guess you're right." We finally found our way back to the skyscraper, where hopefully, at least five people were. There were still some I haven't met yet, according to Brock.
The walk up was in silence, as much as we've ever experienced for years.

"You're back! Any luck?" Brian seemed to find us before we could him. He seemed keen on saying something, but I suppose he hasn't yet. Wildcat shrugged off the bag, only holding it now. "Not a lot. Definitely won't protect us from those people." He sighed. Brian looked a bit sorry, and seemed to tense up when Wildcat mentioned 'those people.'

"Speaking of which," He began, gesturing us to follow him back down the hall. "We finally found out some of the surnames of the group. They've left us messages."
My stomach felt like it did a backflip, even though I didn't exactly feel fear from these people. Hell, the only thing I know is that they're corrupt.

"Well, what are they? Don't leave us hanging, man." Wildcat interjected, causing Brian to stop. He turned to face us, looking a bit troubled. "Baron, Vice, Fong, and Dietzen."

My gasp didn't go unnoticed by the two men, and neither did my more surprised features. "Did-did you say... Fong?" The words came out shaken, even when I tried to sound calm.
Brian nodded, a suspicious eye staring into mine. "What's wrong, Vanoss?" He asked, getting a step closer.
Wildcat seemed greatly interested, sending me an intense gaze of his own. I tried gulping down the knot in my throat. "It's n-nothing, Terroriser. Just, ah, know the name. But it's such a big country, you know, could be anyone." My nerves calmed down a bit, Terroriser still sending a questionable stare.

"Other than that. I'll have you two go out again tomorrow, whenever you two please." He commented, once more glancing over to me. His footsteps echoed through the hall, and eventually diminished after reaching the door to where we took refuge.
Someone grabbed my shoulder, surprising me quite a bit. "Dude, you can breathe now." Wildcat raised his eyebrows.
"Expect me to ask about this tomorrow." He released my shoulder, now walking down the hall himself.

Oh, this is bad.