A {living} nightmare [Marr/Blitz]

My mouth throbs with every beat of my heart. My feet match the beat of my heart each time they touch the ground. All I know, and can see is the shadow of my brother and the large shadow of the man that's trying to hold him. He's pinning him down. He's holding him against his will and there's nothing that I can do right now. There's nothing but this moment.

Nothing but the scream of my baby brother shouting my name and telling the men to leave me alone. It's almost funny how a moment ago, I did that for him, but here is Thunder trying to do it for me. Two more steps closer I run forward only to feel a snake wrapping around my leg, and my face meets with the ground faster than I can even think. Immediately, dirt and grim seem to flood my nose and a mind numbing pain is tingling throughout my body. I don't move. I can barely catch up to what just happened, but the thing wrapped around my leg contiues to squeeze and I glance up as the lightning illuminates the scene in front of me.

The knife...

I think it's a knife is right by my brother's body. It's too close to him. The memory of that knife that peirced his body when our cousin died becomes too real again. I choke back my own breath and the knife seems to get closer and closer to Thunder.

"No.... no..." I beg, and bring my arms around to the front of me as I try to pull myself away from the man now clawing up my leg to get on top of my back and to hold me still but I keep watching the bastard holding my brother.

"Please! Let him go. Take me. Kill me. Please... he's my baby brother. My BABY brother..." I plead with them, begging while choking on my own spit that's formed with the rain and the rubble that's tainted my mouth with a gritty taste. My free leg flails and hits the guy in the face and I, once again, try to claw my way out of his grasp.

I'll do anything to protect my brother. I'll kill these men if I have to...

I'll kill them. I'll kill them both. I will slaughter them like pigs if they touch him... I dig my nails into the ground, tearing them away and chipping any sort of length off into the wet pavement. All the while, the man pulls on my leg, digging his nails into my thigh, and his knee somehow gets jammed into my shin and the pain of it all sends new waves of fear through me. I'm not going to make it in time... Thunder... I"m coming. Please, hold on for...

"Now what fun would that be?" The man asks me with a venomous voice. His words and actions are enough to know that whatever he's planning is fixing to happen and if I don't hurry, then I will be too late. I will not make it in time to protect him. "I'll let him go."

Thank God, he's going to hear me out. He's going to let my baby brother go. He's going to let me take his punishment for something he didn't deserve... and for only a split moment of calm, I believe the bastard until the knife went forcefully into my brother's body and his voice stopped saying my name.

"THUNDER... SOMEONE HELP. HELP! HELP! HELP!" I scream over and over again, as the man behind me finally makes it over my body and he straddles my back and pushes hard on my body, flattening me to the ground except for my head and as Thunder falls to the ground, I know that more than half of the water below my face is tears that are falling so much.

"Quit screaming. Quit yer baby crying. You will see your brother soon."

I shake my head and feel the man start to lay down over me, and his mouth tickles my ear. "We can always have a bit of fun before I kill you. Do you want to hold the knife? Do you want to swing it around? I can get it for you? Just let me get it from you..."

"Don't... touch... him." I growl and rear my head back, knocking him in the mouth and he gives me the moment that I've needed. I turn slightly to the right and nail him hard in the middle of his legs and crawl out from under him. My sights then get set up on the guy bellowing with laughter that stands above my brother. Even in the dark of night, amongst the raging war in the sky, I only see red.

And red... will mix with the water coming down.

The lightning has intensified. Normally, standing outside while the flashes of electricity wouldn't be done from myself because I'm slightly afraid of being struck, but it only gives me what I need. It gives me sight to see where I need to run. Where I need to hit. It shows the man's ugly face and illuminates his broken tooth in the front and the scruffy beard that isn't fully grown. It shows his eyes squinting and one hand laying over his enormous belly and how he is probably so drunk right now that no one would dare touch him, but he touched my brother. He stabbed him.

My brother is dying and I'm afraid I'm going to become what he became the night storm died. If he dies, then someone else is going to die and with these two big men around, it'll probably be me.

I can't see the red that is flowing from my brother's wound. I can't see his face. I can't even hear him. I don't even want to see him so I focus my attention and run into the man in front of me. My two hands shove harshly upward, hitting his throat, slamming his body back until the man saunters down to his knees and clutching his throat, gasping for breath. My senses are super aware of the man behind me because I turn to meet his gaze for a moment before he reaches for me. My teeth bite hard on his hand that aims for my shoulder and again, I knee him in a place that I know will give me the leverage.

"You killed my brother." The awful noises the man makes in front of me is highened. I turn my attention back to the one that plunged the knife into Thunder. I take my hands and wrap them around his neck one more and push his head against the brick wall. "Let us go..."

I beg him and see that look in his eye.

One.

His head smashes against the wall.

"Let us go..."

Two...

I watch his eyes roll into the back of his head.

"I wanted my baby brother to be saved."

Three. Four. Five. Six.

The man stopped moving and a thick fluid touches my hand and is mixed with the gentle flow of water over my hands. I move my hands away from the man's body and bring my hands to look at them, but in the dark of the night, I don't see anything until the light is provided and I see the blood that covers my hand. The man's blood. My brother's murderer's blood is all over my hands and I don't notice the dull thud of the man that falls over.

"Crazy kid... YOU'RE CRAZY..." Feet patter away. Sounds of quickened footsteps echo far away as I look over to Thunder's body and crawl over to him.

"Thunder... please don't be dead. Don't die. Thunder. Talk to me..." I beg as I place the back of my hand on his cheek and furiously try to wipe off the blood of the man. Only then do I pick Thunder up and cradle him in my lap. "I'm here. You're safe, Thunder... you're safe."