Sammy And Sebastian

Chapter 1: Brotherhood

I open my door and am met with blood. It drips down at my feet, pooling by my shoes. The man standing before me is covered in blood from head to toe. When I look at him, I see his eyes are open wide with fear. I can almost hear his heart pounding rapidly. His chest heaves with effort and his breath is scratchy.

"I-I-I" he stammers, and tears begin to stream down his face.

I stare at him, frozen in place.

"Sebastian?" I squeak.

"I- can- I-I-I just- it ha-happened so-so-so fa-fast and I- and I- don't- I don't know what to do," Sebastian stutters.

He falls to his knees and begins sobbing violently. I pull him to his feet immediately and usher him inside.

"I'm sorry," he says.

He tries to wipe his tears away, his tears and the blood smear on his face. I grab his arm and walk him to my bathroom.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, he continues to do this as I fill the sink with warm water.

"Stay still, Seb," I tell him.

I begin to wash the blood away from his face with the warm water from the sink and a soft washcloth. He takes the washcloth off me and holds in his hands for a moment.

"I- I can do it myself," he tells me, taking a deep breath.

He turns to face the mirror and starts washing the blood off his hands and face.

"Sebastian, what happened?" I ask him.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he says, his voice shakes as he speaks.

"Seb, I'm your best friend, I'd believe anything you told me," I tell him.

"I know, Sam," he says, "I know, but this- this was- this was something else."

"I don't understand," I tell him.

"I know, okay, I know!" his voice breaks and he starts to get upset again.

He throws the washcloth in the sink. The water splatters all over his blood-soaked shirt.

"Seb?"

"I don't understand what happened either," he runs his hands through his hair aggressively, "I don't- I don't- I don't know what I saw, Sam,"

Before I could press Sebastian for details our conversation was interrupted by the sound of sirens wailing.

"Get in the shower, Seb, I- I'll get you some fresh clothes and distract them and-" I say frantically.

Sebastian puts up his hand and cuts me off mid-sentence.

"Sam, there's a pool of blood on your front door," Sebastian says coldly.

"But- but-" I stutter as I try to come up with something.

"There is a trail of bloody footprints from my place to yours," Sebastian tells me, "it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together."

"I'm not just going to let them arrest you!" I shout.

"What are you going to do then Sam?!" Sebastian shouts back.

"I don't know!" I yell.

"I don't know..." I repeat.

Blue and red lights shine through the window.

"Sam-" Seb tries to speak.

"Shh!" I tell him.

"Wha-" He tries again.