Team Fluff's Entries

Together ||Brotherly X and Ex|| (Shiny's Entry)

Tw: Mentions of Death, blood, severe injury(Not that much blood or anything, but to be safe)

Fear.

Fear is all Xanthus Void could feel in that moment. No other emotion could enter his mind seeing his brother in front of him, holding a sword, glaring at him. Taking a large step back, eyes wide, staring at his brother with nothing but fear.

In a slightly similar state across from him was Xisuma Void.

Hate is all he was processing. The overwhelming hate he was feeling for him brother is the only though you would find in his mind. Hate and anger was the driving force behind his actions. And many know, you don't care about much when you are angry.

Xisuma's grip on the sword tightened, if you could see his hands, his knuckles would have been seen to be turning white. His glare from earlier now intensifying. Burning into Ex with a fiery distaste for the being in front of him.

"Why did you kill them?" Was the only thing X said. "W-What?" Was Xanthus's confused reply. "They would still be here if it wasn't for you. I know it."

"Brother, I don't know what you are talking about-"
It was then Xisuma decided to lunge at the red-clad man in front of him, swinging his sword at him. Catching Exavier off guard, the sword stabbing into his arm, going through the thin gray armor covering it. Many thought the armor was for fun, while it just was an extra small bit of protection. Acting like slightly better leather armor.

The hate-filled admin pulled the sword out of his bleeding brother's arm, positioning it in preparation for another attack, yet watching as his twin stumbled back in pain, blood pouring out of the now exposed wound. Xisuma's eyes not caring, blank, and filled with blind rage.

Tears beginning to stream down his face, he fell to the ground roughly, closing his eyes, knowing he would be killed soon as the blade touched his neck. Pressure slowly being applied.

Is this how it ends for me? Getting killed for something I had no part of? By my own brother no less?

Trying to his best to speak before his demise (no-not the game-), blood coming out of his mouth. He got few words out,

"Xisuma, you should know it wasn't me- You were there when it happened, weren't you?"

"No, I wasn't, that's just what you want me to think, a trick to have me stop, isn't it?"

Taking one last look up at his brother, feeling the sword cut deeper into his neck, he was silent, the last thing he saw was the hate his brother had for him in the moment. This is all he would be remembered for. The hated brother of Xisuma.

Then everything went black.

Gasping for air, Xanthus shot up from his laid down position on the bed. Feeling around he could see the pillow and sheets around him were wet, presumingly from his sweat.

Moving his arms up to his neck, checking for anything to show that what he just saw wasn't real, and just something his mind came up to torture him.

Please- please just be a dream-

His hand traced a scar on his neck.

Grasping at his arm, looking for a stab wound, he found the skin a dent in his arm, with another larger scar. Wincing as the dream replayed in his mind.

Wasn't a dream. Is what his mind said, him not quite registering. No- It hadn't been a dream is what he finally remembered- but a memory from long ago. Before now, at a different time. A time when the twins couldn't come within 20 feet of each other without one hurting the other.