Plus

5

Markie stared at him.

"you're joking" he simply stated. Indigo just shook his head. The room they stood in was quite. His head spun millions of detections. Long ago he thought his brother to be dead. Markie stood from his bed and walked over to him. He watched as Indigo paced across the floor and throw piles of clothes into a bag. He hunched his shoulders and pulled the bag up.
"I'm going out to find him" He stated simply. For years he had gone without his brother. The one he remembered showed him the most love. Markie grabbed and spun him around. Indigo stared at him.

"you're crazy" he held his arm and searched his eyes. Indigos eyes looked to be drowned in emotion. His eyes watered a bit. Markie couldn't blame him, after all he found his brother to be missing and most likely dead. Indigo pulled away and huffed the bag higher on his shoulder. Markie shook his and grabbed a bag for himself. For all that was going on who knows what was going to happen. What am I doing. He can't go alone so I'm packing a small bag to help. Why do I care? There are thousands of others who can go. He sighed he know that he was going with him now. He through something's in and through it on his back.

"fine but I'm going with you." Markie stated shoving past and walking down the halls. Indigo followed turning into a hall that lead into a place of motorcycles. The weapon rack sat in the far corner as well. Both boys grabbed a helmet and pulled it on their head before grabbing a holster for a gun or a dagger. They grabbed the weapons and hopped on a bike. With that the rock will opened sending them on a track through the woods. The only sound was chirping of birds and the silent hum of the motor. The tight leather of the uniforms and gloves let small amounts of the breeze hit them. The smell of woods gave Indigo small amounts of freedom he had never felt. Markie rode ahead and did not stop till the reached the edge of their territory. It was quite, not a sound not even a bird. There was a pop and something wizzed by Indigos ear missing him by an inch. The pops echoed raining darts on them.