A Twist of fate

Two Brothers

This is the third chapter. Originally this chapter didn't exist and the second chapter had been two different ones. This chapter was written to give a little look into William's personality and to come up with a basic background for the brothers as well as a possible way they could have met Arthur. It's certainly not the best background I've ever written which you might see later when I post some of my other stories. I wrote this when I was having a hard time sleeping from the stress of work that's just starting to hit me these days while living with this Pandemic. I've only slept a total of two hours in the last two days so I'm hoping it's not too bad.

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Chapter Three: Two Brothers

A young boy, around the age of 12, was walking down the street with an open book in his hand. He had short black hair and blue eyes. His hair was longer at the sides and had a choppy look in the back. He had bangs that were side swept to the left and occasionally fell out of place and into his eyes. He was wearing a black shirt with blue jeans and black shoes.

The boy turned into a driveway where he then closed the book and looked up. Suddenly the boy stopped. As he stared at the door to his home, he sensed something was wrong. He slowly approached the door and as he got closer, he saw that it was damaged almost as if someone had to force it open. As he reached for the doorknob every fiber of his being was screaming danger.

The boy slowly opened the door and peaked in. The room was dark except the strip of light shining in from the door. He cautiously opened the door more and as more light shined into the house he noticed the furniture was disturbed. A vase was broken on the floor along with several pictures. The couch had been pushed and the coffee table had been flipped. As he looked towards the kitchen area, he saw something on the floor.

The boy took a few cautious steps into the house. As he got closer, he began to recognize the object but then he stopped. Not far from the object, his father's pistol was a hand. The boy suddenly felt a cold chill run down his spine. He moved forward and peeked around the island despite his better judgment.

There he saw his father dead on the floor in a puddle of blood. His father's face was pale, his blue eyes dull and lifeless. Just then the boy heard a noise from upstairs followed by his mother's scream. He quickly grabbed a knife and cautiously but quickly began his trek upstairs. The boy didn't know what he was going to do but his mother was in danger and so was his baby brother.

Whoever killed his father was still here. As the boy reached the top of the stairs the screams of his mother stopped, he looked around but saw nothing, so he continued. He slowly approached his brother's room and as he did, he heard quiet, crazed laughter. Inside the room stood a man with a crazed smile on his face. The man stood over the body of his mother's lifeless body with a blood-soaked knife in his hand.

The boy watched as the man turned to the two-year-old in the crib. The boy suddenly felt fear grasp his heart. Without realizing what he was doing, the boy rushed forward and stabbed the man in the back. He heard the man scream out in pain and the man's knife fall to the ground. The boy then ran to his brother's crib while the man writhed in pain as he attempted to remove the knife from in between his shoulder blades.

While the man was distracted the boy grabbed his brother and made a run for the door. He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't care. His only thought was keeping his brother safe and getting as far away as possible.

--- (several months later)

Walter watched with wide eyes as he saw something stumbling towards him. It looked human but something seemed off. He was currently alone; his brother had left to find some food. The young boy didn't know what to do. Sure, William taught him basic self-defense, but he had never actually had to use the knowledge before.