The Divisions Volume I

When I was younger my mother would tell me stories, and not stories about true loves kiss or fairy godmothers; no, unlike most parents my mother was honest. She didn’t lie to her children. It was one of the many things that I loved about her and one of the many things I hated. For years every night, I would beg for her to let the princess live and let the dragon die but she never listened. I’m glad she didn’t, she was preparing me. Preparing me for this moment because you see though the seven dwarves and flying boys didn’t exist in the real world there was one thing that each story got right, one thing that wasn’t just a tale-the monsters. They were everywhere even when you couldn’t see them, you felt them. The feeling of someone staring you down, the chills on the back of your neck, those weren’t coincidences or cold gusts of wind. Those were us. They were happening and you ignored them. Why do you think when you turned the light off in one room you race to another where it’s still on? Why you make sure to cover your feet with the blankets at night? Or why you pull back the shower curtains when you’re taking a shit because you fear that someday someone might actually be standing behind them? Waiting for you. Waiting for you to stop noticing, caring, trying. This is not just your fear, well part of it is, but the other parts are because you remember. You remember experiencing this in some way, we just got you to forget. Because everyone forgets about us eventually. I mean it’s clear what we are, isn’t it? Vampires, demons, bloodsuckers; god, I hated the word. The problem was we weren’t the only monsters that shared this place with you. There were many more of us; werewolves, skinwalkers, witches, golems. We all existed, we all just knew how to exist. Monsters have been around before we even knew how to tell their stories. I mean do you really believe Jesus just up and walked the hell out of there after being nailed to a cross, struck with a crown of thorns and left to melt away in the sun. No. It wasn’t God that brought Jesus back to life it was blood because Jesus was the first vampire to ever exist, but you would never allow yourself to believe that story now would you? Which one’s easier huh? Believe in the bloodsucker or the son of God sent here to spread the word of the almighty heavenly father. To rid us of our sins. Ah, yes, that is the story that must be true, but it’s not your fault. Despite popular opinion, humans do try to see the best in people. So when a man was reborn they saw it as a miracle, as a sign to share with the world, a story. If you think about it, it’s kind of pathetic, and I’m not sorry if I am offending you because I’m not here to help you feel comfortable, I’m here to warn you. Warn you that something is coming. That you need to protect yourselves because you have been caging monsters for far too long and the sons of bitches learned how to break those cages. Rip those chains. You were so stupid to do what you did and now you’re gonna learn that. Because if there is one thing you can’t do with a beast, with an animal, it’s that you can’t tame it. It’s impossible. Do you think putting a collar on a dog stops it from pulling at the leash? These aren’t children. You can’t prop them up in front of a T.V. and tell them to shut the fuck up for a few hours. It doesn’t work like that. It was never going to work like that, but you kept trying and now the monsters are upset and so they are going to take it out; and not on me, no, I am one of these monsters. They are taking it out on you; the humans. I know what you’re thinking; this bitch is crazy right. Why am I reading this shit, listening to it? I don’t even know who this person is and that’s fine. Turn off the radio. Close the book. Toss it in the garbage can or beneath your bed and come back to it a few days later. A few days later after you’ve already watched your entire family be slaughtered; but by then it’ll be too late, now won’t it. You won’t know what to do, you won’t understand why this is happening, you won’t even make it to the damn trash can. So, if you want to live, if you want to survive then read this because I am giving you the key to survival right here, right now, and it’s all pretty simple. The Divisions failed, we failed. We put it up to separate the tether between your world and ours. In your eyes maybe that was to protect yourselves from us; but in our eyes, it was to protect ourselves from you because what do humans do best? They repeat history. They never learn from their mistakes and they eliminate what they fear rather than try to understand it. Hitler killed people simply because they looked different; white men enslaved black men simply because they looked different. Now just imagine what you would have done to us. If you had seen blood staining my fangs, a witch casting a spell, a man turning into a dog. You would have ripped the teeth from my mouth, lit her on fire and stuffed him like a new piece of furniture to have on display in your house. You do it out of fear of the unknown and I understand that. I mean when I first saw a werewolf I nearly killed him, and not because I don’t like dogs believe me I do, but when that dog is twenty times the size of a regular Golden Retriever you start to wonder. Who is it gonna be? So, I get it, we got it which is why we created the Divisions. A world far away from cities and neighborhoods. A world where werewolves could run free in their natural form. Where demons didn’t have to wear masks, and where the Boogeyman was more than just a story to scare your kids into behaving. The Divisions were beautiful and I should know, I grew up there. Never setting foot in the human world and I was happy. When the Divisions failed I was in my last and final year of high school. All I had left to do was walk that stage and grab hold of a thin piece of paper. Until you broke through. You slaughtered us without even thinking. I remembered speeding and shoving my way through the crowd to try and find my mom and dad. The bodies of children left for dead on the grass while their parents and siblings clung to them screaming for the bullets to stop. My eyes latched hold of Andrew Parker, who's face was blown off by one of your weapons. I could tell he was in mid-transformation by the tears in his shirt and the fact that his legs were trapped in the form of paws while his upper body remained human. His pack howled in pain at the loss of their alpha before joining into the fight. My name was called out to me. I turned to find my mother standing across the way her fangs exposed and stained with blood while her eyes had shifted from light green to dark black. Her eyes looked past me and to whatever existed behind. My heels had sunken into the ground from all of my running, so by the time I turned around to face whatever it was, they snapped beneath me and sent me crumbling to the floor. My dad called out to me next but I kept my eyes locked on the man strapped in bulletproof clothing with a gun pointed at my heart. His eyes were darker than my mothers and one seemed to look bigger than the other as it widened at the sight of me. My dad called out to me again and I allowed my eyes to face him. He was running fast to get to me, throwing bodies out of his way as if they were weightless sacks of flour. A bullet forced its way through one side of his neck and out the other dropping him to the ground. He was alive. His hands squeezing onto the blades of grass as he tried to pull himself back up and to his feet. Blood oozed from his lips, while his veins popped out through his neck as he stared down the last few feet to me. For a second his glance found someone else to stare at. Someone running up from behind me and I assumed it was my mother. I would have had all the hope in the world that she’d make it to me if it wasn’t for the tear that he allowed to slip onto his face. She wasn’t fast enough. I was going to die. My head tilted itself back up to the man that was smiling now, “go to hell.”

“You first” my fangs flung out like a pocket knife and my eyes turned black while my arms tossed me towards him. The gun went off.

I bet you’d like to hear what happened next, but the problem is that is not where this story has to start. Not if you want to know how to protect yourself and those around you. This story starts three days before graduation. The day that I made the dumbest decision of my entire existence. “Can someone please tell me the female counterpart of an Incubus?” asked Mr. Buhmann to the class. I tossed my hand up with confidence, “Ms. Bronwen” he called on me.

“Succubus”

“Correct and can someone please tell me the Latin derived meaning of this counterpart?” I threw my hand up again, “nobody?” He questioned glancing past me and around the classroom. Students tucked their faces inside of books they were pretending to read before he ultimately gave up. “Ms. Bronwen.”

“Succuba meaning paramour and succubare meaning to lie beneath,” I answered.

“Correct again Ms. Bronwen. Now can someone-” I raised my hand before he could even get the question out, “someone other than Ms. Bronwen.” He gestured his entire body over to me prompting my hand to slowly make its descent back down to my body. “Tell me how to rid yourself of an incubus or succubus attachment?” His eyes searched through the classroom again looking for a victim before resting scarily on Andrew Parker who was laughing with his group of mutts. His shoulder-length red hair was tied into a low ponytail behind his head. His school uniform was half-ass done considering the tie on his collar hung loosely around his neck and the long sleeve white button-up shirt that should have been covered up by his blazer was instead exposing his freckled chest that all the girls at this school seemed to swoon over. The only thing I noticed was the wrinkles in his shirt that made him look unprofessional. “Mr. Parker, care to do the honors?” proposed Mr. Buhmann.

Andrew turned his head forward to face him exposing the bite on his neck that I had left in him so many years ago. It was scarred over, but one glance of it reminded me of the taste of his blood. My eyes turned dark. Andrew looked over in my direction shocked at what he had noticed. I turned away and faced my head out the window, rubbing my eyes frantically to get them to stop. “Pray,” he responded, “you should pray.” My eyes went back to normal and I sucked my teeth at his answer. “Do you have something to say, demon?!”

My head snapped to face him quickly as the other vamps in the room hissed at his group of mongrels. “Watch it, bitch!” Warned one of the vampires raising from his seat. The witches were good at ignoring whatever arguments that built between us, while the monsters seemed to want to have a side to choose. In this room, our “pack” outnumbered theirs in seconds.

Andrew’s troop grew uneasy at the sight of us and by how strong the smell of dog was starting to fill the room I knew they were getting angry. Werewolves didn’t have much self-control. They were violent in situations of peace and had a stronger taste for blood more than most vampires. The bell rang, ending this pathetic kindergarten brawl and the vampires were speeding out of the room leaving anything slower behind, including me. “You two, stay!” ordered Mr. Buhmann. Andrew’s pack pounded his back like dough before clearing out of the room,” what the hell was that?”

“I caught her eyeing me sir.”

“Eyeing you Mr. Parker?” Questioned Mr. Buhmann confusingly.

“Yes, sir.” He leaned in closer and lowered his voice, “eyeing me” he repeated dragging his fingers over his bite.

“Oh, what now you’ve developed shyness?” I mocked.

His dark amber eyes secured a hold on mine “I know what I saw. You would have sunk those fangs into me if given the chance. Just like before.”

“You attacked me.”

“I was hungry.”

“Well, maybe I am too,” I flung my fangs out and took a step towards him. His arm dropped his book bag to the ground before facing me with tightened fists and heavy breathing. Mr. Buhmann rested a hand on each one of our shoulders while his eyes lit up in a dim grey glow. Soon I was no longer standing in the classroom but a bloodstained room. Bodies displayed around me in different assortments with throats ripped out and limbs severed from their rightful place. A mirror hung up high above the ground on the wall in front of me but blood covered it too much for me to see. I made my way over tripping on some of the bodies until I found myself standing in front of it. I lifted my hands to wipe the blood away but quickly noticed that they too were covered in it. My eyes moved from my hands and onto my clothes which were now possessing a different color from whence they started. I focused my mind back onto the mirror and scooped away at the drowned in blood to see me standing within it. My face was now covered in a mask of another’s insides, and, though it felt dry on my skin, the blood continued to pour from me. I tried to pull my fangs back in, but any attempt caused me to feel unbearable pain. My now dark eyes kept jumping back and forth from a shade of black to their original hazel color. A body moved on the floor behind me and grabbed hold of my ankle. I fell back in fear and then rose again when I noticed it was Andrew. Bite marks were forced into his skin going from his arms to his chest and neck.

“What did you do to me?” He slurred out with the remaining drops of blood that existed in his veins.

“I didn’t, I didn’t.” He took his last breath in my arms, “this isn’t real” I whispered. “Uncle!” I yelled out “Uncle!” The sound of footsteps parading through the blood-soaked carpet made there way over to me. “Take me out of here.”

“No.”

“Now!” I shouted.

He closed his hands together like a mouth and I could no longer speak. “I am your elder, your teacher and your family which means you will respect me for as long as I live. Now when I die, feel free to curse me to hell all you’d like but until then; respect. Do you understand?” He opened his hands to allow me to speak again. “Do you?”

I nodded my head “yes, uncle.”

“Good,” he stepped forward and took my hands in his, “now let’s go get the dog out of the doghouse.” In the blink of an eye, I was standing back in the room while Mr. Buhmann, my uncle, was still clinging to Andrew’s shoulders. His eyes remained trapped in their glow and I allowed mine to make sure that all the blood was gone from me.

“Let me out!” Cried out Andrew ramming himself forward into the teacher’s desk. He had tears in his eyes and it made me curious about what he had seen, what he had feared. I watched as he backed away from us scared to death and ran out of the classroom door.

“What did you do to him?” I questioned. Uncle wasn’t like the rest of us. He was the only one of his kind and believe me when I say you’ve been hearing stories about him for quite some time. Even my mom would tell me a few to scare me to sleep at night. About the monster living in my closet and hiding under my bed ready to pounce out on days, I didn’t behave. We learned about him early in history class when I was a kid. I remembered everyone fearing him and fearing me more because I knew him as Uncle Hamish. He wasn’t as scary as people depicted him to be. He was a scrawny man with thin arms that if I wanted to I could snap. His short cut hair didn’t leave much on his head and his grey eyes seemed to take up a light blue color whenever he was out in the sun.

“That’s not my story to tell Ms. Bronwen.”

“Class is over uncle, you don’t have to call me Ms. Bronwen” I mocked waving my hands in the air.

He flashed me a smirk before making his way back around and behind his desk, “I suggest you get to your next class.” He paused before continuing “Lilith.”

I smiled “Bye uncle, and don’t be late for dinner this time.”

“I won’t!” He called out as I exited the classroom.

The day went on peacefully without another bump in the road, that is until lunchtime when by then Andrew had spread word that Uncle Hamish and I had taken advantage of him in the classroom. He made it sound like a “Me Too” moment gone wild and soon the whole school was back to whispering about me even though every single one of them knew I could hear everything they were saying. “I heard you and Mr. Buhmann mind raped the alpha?” Interrogated Qarinah Levitt, aka wannabe top vamp at this school. She was loud, brave, assertive and had no problem presenting those characteristics. New students at the school would always be thrown off by her deep chocolate skin when in relation to the word vampire. Most of the time in stories we were pale and looked like walking corpses with bags under our eyes and chiseled out cheekbones that fit our emo facades. She, however, was the complete opposite. Her lion-maned curly brown hair engulfed most of her head and the marble gray piercing eyes that called her face home were what made her one of the most beautiful people at this school. It was that personality, however, that stripped her of that title every now and then because though Qarinah was brave and assertive, she was also selfish, intrusive and did a great job of lacking sympathy. She didn’t mind it though. She wasn’t here to get votes, she was here to take them and so she did. You see, you know how wolves have packs and witches have covens? Well, vampires have councils and an elected young graduating vamp must be placed within that council every few years and on graduation day it would happen, but not just as another member, as a leader. You see my mother has been Chairwoman of the council for over 200 years and for this particular year she was planning on stepping down. My parents had made the drastic decision to implement themselves into the human world. They wanted to be able to find a way to coexist and since I was graduating high school, their last child, this was their chance to finally do so. “So, is it true?” She stuck the tip of her straw into her mouth and began sipping away at the blood-filled bag in her hand.

“You know, you should slow down. You might get a stomach ache.” I warned sarcastically before trying to walk away.

She moved faster and was soon standing directly in front of my face. Her hand squeezed at the empty bag that two seconds ago was full and slammed it onto the ground. “I asked you a question.”

“And I’m not going to answer it. Now get out of my way!” I demanded.

“Make. Me.” Her fangs jumped out from their hiding place and she lunged at me. I moved to the side quicker than she could and wrapped one of her arms behind her back as I slammed her face down onto the lunch table. Her free arm kept trying to push off from it but I wasn’t making it easy.”

“Separatim!” screamed a voice stomping their way towards us.

I was thrown from Qarinah and against the cafeteria wall. I tried to pull away from it but found parts of my body stuck like glue. Principle Namorah’s hands were raised up and apart from each other to keep us separated. Once she got closer she lowered them back down dropping us to the floor. I struggled to pull myself up and was stopped midway by the pressing of her heels onto my hand. “Two fights in one day Ms. Bronwen. How proud your mother must be,” her British accent filled the cafeteria while her different colored eyes pointed over to Qarinah. “You both are released for the rest of the day. Call your parents and get the hell out of my school.” Her heel yanked itself out from my hand, “as for the rest of you, lunch is over. Continue to your remaining classes in an orderly fashion. Thank you.” My hand was already healed by the time she left the room but the pain still lingered. I made it outside of the building before Qarinah and called on dad to come to get me because mom probably would have killed me, whereas he would just carry on with a never-ending speech about representation and being the better person. When we arrived home I stormed up into my room and sat crisscrossed applesauce on my bedroom floor while blasting Mozart loudly for the neighbors to hear.

“What’s wrong with you?!” shouted my brother, Luther, over the music while blood dripped from his chin probably from his lunch.

“School got out early!”

“Really?”

“No, not really!” Barged in dad ripping the volume button from my stereo. The music died down like a low battery machine.

“Hey, uncle Hamish got me that!”

“I don’t care, Lilith. My God, do you not understand how serious this is? You could have gotten expelled.” He reprimanded.

“Dang, what’d you do?” questioned Luther.

“Nothing!”

Dad tilted his head over to him, “two fights in one day.”

“Ooh, mom’s gonna kill you” he laughed.

“The first one wasn’t even a fight.”

“Because your Uncle saved your ass.”

“I wouldn’t constitute him showing off as saving my ass.”

My dad sighed and lowered his head, “Lilith I-” Don’t say it, not that cheesy word. Don’t say you’re disappointed in me. My mind begged. “I don’t understand,” he took a seat on the floor in front of me “you are top of your class, captain of your swim team. I mean why do you allow yourself to be considered as low as them. You are better than that.” His rough hands cupped my cheek, “you have to be better.”

I nodded my head “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

My dad pulled me in for a kiss on the forehead, “we won’t tell your mother about this, alright. It’ll be our little secret.”

“What!” yelled out Luther.

“Oh, hey forgot you were there,” dad said getting back up to his feet. He patted Luther on the shoulder before walking out, “don’t tell your mother champ.”

Luther’s mouth hung open and followed him down the hallway before returning back to me, “spoiled brat.”

“Thanks!” I smiled slamming the door on his face.

The rest of the day existed solely for mom. Today was her birthday which meant that, though she denies it, today she is 1,227 years old. Luther and I were told to make a home-cooked meal which resulted in him not helping, me almost burning the house down and the ultimate decision that ordering out was the better option. I had bought myself a red dress for this night. It was a bright red lace off the shoulder dress that extended down into elegant flows of loose ruffles that hung just above my knees. My dark brown hair was braided into a fishtail and left to hang off to the side while different sized strands fell into parts of my face. I wore no makeup because mother would say you have no use for it when you are immortal. Black heels with red bottoms held nicely onto my feet and kicked up red when I walked. “Lilith” wined Luther from behind my door.

I walked over and flew it open to find him standing behind it with his tie trapping his wrist against his neck and face like a rabbit snare. “Very sharp bro mom’s gonna love it!” I joked.

“I’m stuck.”

“I see that.”

“Help me” he pouted. I reached my hand through to his and tried to untangle it. “Pop it out if you have too.”

“Fine,” I snapped his shoulder out and he winced in pain “tada!” I cheered untangling his hand before popping it back in.

“I said,” he groaned, “if you have too. Emphasis on the have.” His spit flung onto my face from how long he had held the word "have" out. I wiped it away and continued doing his tie while making sure it was aggressively tight. “So what did you get mom?” He asked pacing his eyes back and forth at the neatly wrapped present that sat on my desk.

I smiled “it’s a surprise.”

“Oh yeah.” He tossed me up into the air and onto my bed before ripping away at the wrapping paper and opening it up.

“Luther!”

“Documents?” He questioned while holding them up to his face “Adoption forms.?" He gasps dramatically after realizing what they were for. "No way you’re gonna let mom adopt you.”

I ripped them from his grasp and stuffed them back into the now broken chest, “so what she’s my mom.”

“You are signing over your freedom. Your ability to hang this over her head for all of existence!”

“Why would I want to do that? Unlike you, I happen to be very grateful for mom.”

“Hey. I’m grateful for mom okay.”

“Yeah? Cause you’ve been here longer than me and still no forms. No recognition that I don’t know maybe you want to stay part of this family.” His eyes traced my face like I was a stranger, “what?!”

“You’re giving up huh?” I didn’t answer him. “Lilith you are allowed to want to know how she is. Where she is if she’s safe. Lilith, she’s your mom-”

“My mom is here,” I interrupted, “and in a few minutes she will be expecting a gift and I don’t plan on handing it over to her in a broken box, so if you’ll excuse me. I’ve got things to do.”

“Lil-” I grabbed his tie before he could get another word out and wrapped it around his neck. The sound of it snapping and his body hitting the floor seemed better than pure silence. By the time he woke back up the gift was tied up with a bow and mom was finally home meaning that this conversation was over. “Did you kill me?!”

“You’re not dead, are you?” I asked stepping over his body and making my way out of the room.

“You’re crazy!”

He followed after me to the top of the stairs as I looked down at mom. She was hugging and kissing dad while he twirled her around the living room. Within the second twirl, her black hair that was hung up above her shoulders had fallen down and against her back.

“My mother is beautiful,” I whispered to Luther “my mother, my only mother.” I left him to stand lonely at the top of the stairs as I descended to her. She smelled of the perfume dad would buy her every year. I closed my eyes when she rested her hand above my head and kept them closed as she ran her fingers against my braid. I stepped back from her to allow her eyes to scan my dress and spun around like a model at the end of a runway which made us both laugh.

“Happy Birthday Mom!” butted in Luther. She jumped up and down trying to embrace him into her tiny arms. His eyes stared off into mine from over her shoulder before closing and taking it all in.

“What did I miss!” sang Uncle Hamish busting through the front door. Dad made his way over to him first because though he loved mom it would be foolish of me to say that he didn’t love Uncle Hamish a little bit more.

“Hamish,” said mom leaning in for a kiss on the cheek.

“Delilah, stunning as always and I see your daughter follows closely behind.”

“Behind? Hamish, please she surpassed me years ago.”

Mom walked off to the kitchen after dad and Hamish pulled me in, “she seems cheery. I’m guessing she doesn’t know?”

I plastered a fake smile on my face and talked through my teeth, “nope and I’d appreciate it if you kept it that way” I mumbled.

“We’ll see and talk normally you’re not a ventriloquist and I am certainly no puppet, my dear.”

A snicker followed my eye roll and I made my way over to my family at the dining room table. The night went on quicker than I had thought and soon Uncle Hamish was announcing to us that fear was calling him which led to a quick Happy Birthday song and the unwrapping of presents. “Okay, Lilith you’re next,” called out dad. I felt around my lap for the gift and started to panic when it was nowhere to be found. “Lilith?” My mind put the pieces together and I burned my eyes into Luther who was looking guilty.

“Give it back!” I ordered.

“What honey?” asked mom.

“Now, Luther.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Luther!”

“What are you gonna do, kill me?”

“Luther!” Screamed my dad, “don’t say such a thing.”

“I wouldn’t dad, not if she had already done it!”

“What!?”

“Lilith. Did you kill your brother?” Mom questioned.

I could feel my face turning red from how angry I was, “I know what I’m doing” he whispered.

I climbed over the table knocking the food from its place and trampled him to the ground. “You guys know how to have a great time don’t you!” Yelled Uncle Hamish over all the noise.

“Give me the papers!”

“Get off of me you psychopath” he planted his feet against my stomach and kicked me up to the ceiling.

When I fell back down some pieces followed me. “This is not your choice!” I threw knives at him to draw his attention before climbing up his shoulders and tightening my legs around his neck.

“I’m your big brother,” he strained, “I’m protecting you.”

“Liar!” I squeezed tighter.

“Alright, that is it!” shouted mom. Her leg extended out and knocked Luther down to the floor with me tumbling off as well. “What the hell is wrong with you both?!”

“Mom, Luther-”

“Lilith got kicked out of school. They sent her home for the day because she got into two fights” ratted out Luther.

“One,” butted in Uncle Hamish drinking a glass of wine, “you’re welcome.”

My mom’s eyes turned dark out of anger which prompted him to place the wine glass down and excuse himself from the house. When he left those dark eyes now rested on me, “Is this true?”

“Mom-”

“Is it true Lilith!”

“Yes.”

“Go to your room.”

“But mom-”

“Now! Both of you I don’t want to even look at either of you for the rest of the night. I am very disappointed in you.” A tear fell from my eye but I was quick at wiping it away so that she wouldn’t see. Luther and I followed her order and dragged ourselves to our bedrooms. I wept into the pillow for what seemed like hours before I was able to fall asleep. The sound of pebbles hitting my window woke me up in the middle of the night, tore me from my sheets and over to it.

“Andrew?” I whispered confusingly.

“Whatever your uncle did to me I, I think it’s killing me.”

“You’re not dying you idiot now leave me alone.”

“Please! I need someone to talk to,” he begged.

“Go get one of your followers or something.”

“I need someone who can understand, someone who saw what I saw.”

“I didn’t see what you saw Andrew. We all have different fears and he showed you yours” I explained.

“And what was yours?” My mind felt like it was jumping through time at all the blood and bodies I could remember. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” he offered.

“We’re not four Andrew,” I raised my hand to close the window back up.

“You’re right, so stop acting like a scared little bitch and just come down and talk to me. Please!”

I lifted my legs out of the window and jumped below to him in the now torn up red dress. “Call me a bitch again and you’ll regret it,” I threatened while beginning to walk off.

“What the fuck happened to you?” He questioned following behind.

“I killed my brother, he came back, I tried to kill him again.”

“Why?”

“Haven’t you ever tried to kill your brother before?”

He stopped in his tracks. “No. No, I haven’t.”