Got Your Back

I pulled out the Swiss Army knife, flipping the blade out, it was only short but it would have to do. I looked around the dim alleyway, there were no lights, and the stars were veiled, the moonbeams straining to show through the cover of the clouds. I longed for day to come, only a few more hours to go. It was a comfort to know my little brother had my back, little did I know he had so much more than my back. From the shadows they came, silent and fast. I could not tell, but I think I defeated many that night. At last they were gone, an hour till dawn. I tried to turn around, but I felt a hand grab the back of my shirt. "Where are you going?" Sweat began pouring off my forehead, my blade dropped from my hand, making a chinking noise as it hit the rough concrete ground. I heard a hand pick it up. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, not liking my chances. Then, I felt it, not pain, which was strange, just a quick puncture, in my heart. My breath hitched and stopped. I was dead. My brother sat on my corpse, watching the red sunrise, twirling the bloody Swiss Army knife in his hand. "I really did have your back, foolish big brother, you should not have trusted me so easily."