I walked slowly to my seat and sat down, unable to draw my eyes from him.
I'd killed him. Granted it was with my hands, but shouldn't that have made it more real then the others. He should be dead, so how was it that he was sitting here now?
Avery leaned across the aisle to me. His voice a smooth whisper in my ear. "I don't die so easily little brother. Go out with me again and if you keep your anger in check I might tell you something."
I swolled hard. I understood now. He wasn't my brother in a conventional way, at least, I think. He was a brother by way of the mind games. He truely was like me... but what did that mean?
"Very well, Avery." I amended. This ought to be interesting, I did want answers after all. Avery was perhaps the ;only one who could give me that.
Besides, aparently I couldn't kill him physically OR mentally. Maybe that went for him as well. In any case I wasn't worried about my own life. Not when I intended to take his.
It's taken some time, but I'm finally getting around to posting this story up again. Enjoy my freaky creation. I swear most of my stuff isn't really like this.
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