Little Unsteady

One

Myles Sanderson was woken up by a loud crash coming from his kitchen. He jumped out of bed and grabbed his gun that he kept hidden under the comfort of his pillow. He leaned against the walls as he counted on the darkness to hide himself from whoever had broken into his house this late at night. Of all nights, Myles thought while he reached the kitchen door. He took in deep breathes while hearing whoever broke in his house dig through his cabinets and mess with his stuff. Myles quickly turned into the kitchen door frame and aimed his gun at the person who now also had his own gun in his hand. Myles had no reaction to the gun as he was always in the face of danger and death, they were like family to him. "Look whoever you are, you aren't the first to break into my house and you won't be the first to die either. So, could we hurry this process up and skip the whole 'gun drama' charade because I already had to deal with people like you all day today and I'm tired as hell." Myles said in a bored tone as he just wanted to go to sleep again and rest until he had to be up tomorrow for work, only to remember it was his day off. "Wow, my little brother is all grown up." Myles almost dropped his gun from shock. He was too annoyed to pay attention to whoever was standing in front of him. Myles started laughing at the man who claimed to be his older brother. He had seen the play out all to well. Over the years, many people claimed to be his older brother just to kill him and each time they ended up dead on the street or in jail, it's usually the first one. When Myles was done, he was whipping away his tears from laughing too hard. "That's not the first time I've heard that, but I guess I'll play along." Myles spoke with amusement in his voice. The man holding the gun smirked as if he though he could win. Cocky, huh?, Myles thought as he returned the man's smirked. "So if you really are who you say you are then how did I break my wrist when we were eight?" Myles was about to laugh, however he was caught off guard by the man speaking. "You had fallen  and scraped your knee on the street, so I put on my bike and tried to hold you and steer at the same time, but instead we fell over and you landed on your wrist. Dad was so mad at both of us that he banned us from riding a bike until we were ten." Myles almost choked on his own spit. He must have asked somone, Myles tried to convince himself that was it and nothing else, but he knew that everyone who knew about his past has either died or is closing to death. "Okay then, what happened at dad's funeral?" Everyone had assumed that his older brother had attented the funeral, however in reality, he didn't because he had disappeared the night before the funeral. The man lowered his head as if he was ashamed of something he had done. "I-I don't know, I didn't go." Myles was about to cry out in joy, but as soon as it appeared, that joy was gone. Anger was now in its place and man, was he angry. "Get out." Myles said quietly, but the man still picked it up. "Excuse me?" The man still asked even after hearing Myles. "I said get the hell out now! Or you won't be leaving here alive!" Myles threatened. He didn't know how to react. His heart was telling him to hug the other man or brother or maybe imposter? He didn't know what to believe. He was the only one to actually get the answers right unlike the others who said he was there. Even if his heart was telling him something, his brain was telling him to shoot this person. It was safer, besides it wouldn't be the first time Myles killed someone. That was his job after all. He worked for the government as an assassin and the best one at that. "I'm not leaving." The man said calmly watching Myles carefully like Myles was his prey and he was the predator. At the second, Myles felt weak and he hate it. He hadn't felt this way since his father died and his brother disappeared. "Yes you are, even if you leave here dead." Myles's voice was stronger now and his grip around the gun was firm and steady, no flaws in his stance. "You wouldn't shoot me." Even if he sounded confident, Myles could easily hear the fear in his voice. "You sure about that? I mean you wouldn't be the first person I've killed, so what's the difference? Just another useless human dead on the street without another thought as to who killed him," Myles straightened his aim back at the man's head. "Just a smipe pressure on the trigger and you're gone. Just. Like. That." Myles snapped his fingers that were gun free. He could feel the man's fear, it wasn't strong, but it was definetly there. "Come on, little brother, it's me, your older twin brother." The man tried to reaosn with him, but Myles was already done with this charade. "Ten... nine... eight.... seven... six... five..." Myles began to count down, but was once again interrupted. "Fine, if you are going to shoot me then shoot me, but listen to me first," The man placed his gun on the floor and kicked it away from him before he rolled up his right sleeve revealing a scar that wrapped his wrist creating a dragon like snake. "If this changes anything, when our mom died when we were kids, we promised each other that we would protect one another no matter what the conquences were, remember? We imprimted these marks as a symbol for that promise." Myles couldn't move. He couldn't feel anything, his body wouldn't move and his thoughts were everywhere. This man was his brother and his brother was this man. How? How could he be him?, Myles thought. He looks so different that the last time I saw him, but then again the last time I saw him, I was twelve, Myles didn't lower his gun and niether did his posture falter, but it sure felt like it did to him. His heart was pounding and his head was throbbing. Myles's breathing was off and uneven. "What's happening to me?" The last thing Myles saw before he passed out was his suppose brother running towards him.