CRIMSON GUARD

A young boy of about 17 years old sat near a wooden framed window. He gaze was fixated on what was happening outside the room he was in:

Across the streets, he could see two men arguing about something. The argument had started to be just a normal quarrel between two friends. One of the men had bandage tied around his knuckles. The other also had some cool sunglasses on. Nobody expected such an unprecedented argument to ensue between them.

Staring and squinting his eyes to get a better view of the scene ahead of him, the boy's curiosity had reached its fullest extent. There was no way of stopping him now. 'What is going to happen?'he asked himself rhetorically. These parts of the city was peaceful since most of the people stayed away from other peoples' businesses.

They only acted when someone dear to them were involved in a scuffle. This was how law and order was maintained in these parts of town. Simply put— no one messed with anyone. This was the simple principle these people relied on.

Huh!

The boy almost gasped in shock when the man who wore the sunglasses had been punched in the face by his so called friend. The intensity of the punch had totally shattered his glasses into half. The man used the back of his hand to clean the streak of blood which escaped the corner of his lips.

Without wasting much time, he had bolted towards his assailant in one swift movement and was already in front of him. This had once again left the boy stunned as he took in everything that was going on. He quickly made his way to a desk in the room he was in. Opening a drawer beneath the surface of the table, he had picked up a book and a pen.

This was to jot down what ever was going to happen between these two men. He rushed to the window with his book held tightly to his chest. He knew that he was in for some action.

Reaching his seat he had adjusted his body to make it was more relaxed so that he could reason to his fullest. The place where he sat was just an allowance of width left when the window of his room had been constructed. This place was his usual spot, a place where he could monitor what went on within his vicinity without being noticed. 'This would have been great if I have some popcorns', he sniggered. He shrugged his shoulders in defeat and bolted down stairs to get some snacks. He was about to watch an exciting show after all.

His white curly hair danced effortlessly, from side to side as he continued his journey. A slight highlight of blue lingered at the edges of his hair. Though it looked unnatural, that was what he was unsurprisingly born with.

Their house was nothing out of the ordinary, it was a detached house with some few floors. The boy lived close to the attic since that was where he belonged, as proclaimed by his parents.

Finally, he had reached the ground floor and was about to head to the kitchen when a voice had caught him off guard. "Where do you think you are going?", it had asked this question much lightly almost as if it wasn't demanding any answer. Only the boy understood what this meant as his heart thumped vigorously in his chest.

He turned towards where the sound had emanated from with a saddened expression. He wanted to speak but he couldn't because he was dumb. The person in front of him was no other than his younger brother who was just two years behind his age.

The boy gritted his teeth while searching deeply in his mind a way to turn this situation. "Tell me Harry,oh wait you can't even speak!", he shouted while laughing sadistically. The boy, Harry, had heard everything and tears started to feel his eyes. He had wanted to scream at his brother for his inhumane treatment but his body lacked the voice to do that.

He simply decided to storm off into the kitchen—- not wanting to end up in his parents' bad books. This simple act of his had not ended up well with his sadistic brother. His brother was a young energetic boy with blue hair which went down to his neck. His eyes had dark hollow spaces under them— this was as a result of him burning the midnight candle to plot against his brother. His hair hovered around as if they were defying gravity which was indeed a sight to behold. His face too was straight out of a vampire movie— mostly pale and without any form of blemish.

His lips had curled into a smile when Harry had turned his back on him. "Don't ever turn your back on your opponent…", he shouted and scorned while curling his hands into fists. These fists had been later on transferred to Harry's fragile body causing an uproar in his entire system.

His eyes widened as the pain surging from his back was transferred throughout his whole body. 'What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment from?', Harry had asked himself. All that he wanted to do was grab some snacks and head back to his room but no, this guy wasn't going to allow him be.

His brother smiled, admiring the kind of damage he had caused his older brother. "What you have done? You have done me wrong, no, you have wronged the whole family..", he replied with a sadistic smile. His face was no longer that of someone of a sound mind. He had anticipated that Harry will be thinking about such things so he had decided to finally spill the beans:

"Your crime, simply put, is your arrival in this world. You weren't suppose to come into this world before me…. You also don't deserve to be my brother."

These words had completely knocked the air out of Harry. The air around him slowly thickened with each passing moment. This was something his younger brother had never expected. He had calculated everything that was to happen today but never had he imagined that Harry also had some bad side.

Before he could react though, an immense pain had shot out throughout his whole body. The strength from Harry's attack had tilted his head to the side almost uprooting his head from his neck. Harry finally found a different way to express his anger, a way which only got better as one progressed.

"Nick, I'm sorry", he had tried his best to speak but nothing came out of his throat. He hadn't expected anything to come out anyway and he didn't believe in miracles either. Inching closer to his brother, Harry had tried his best to help him up but before his hands could even touch him a strong kick had landed right between his eyes, breaking his nose and causing blood to ooze.

Harry held his nose while whining about in pain. The blood had flowed uncontrollably, staining his clothes. Some had even entered his eye due to how he was grunting.

Several bangs followed as Harry was continuously pummeled in the stomach by his brother. His brother although with a swollen cheek, his smile still persisted, transfiguring his face into that of a grotesque figure which Harry hadn't noticed.

"Don't you ever touch my face!", he screamed while continuing with his heinous attacks. A kick to the shoulder, a stomp to the abdomen, an elbow to the jaw…. Harry was totally being brutalized by his own blood. "I hate that face of yours…" Most of the attacks were now concentrated towards his face.

His hair which once wavered around with such an immaculate glow has now been dyed red with blood. Cuts were all over his face and all of these cuts began to bloom with blood each time an attack had landed on his face.

After delivering 50 or so blows to his brother's face, he stopped and panted for a while before heading out towards his floor. The sickening smile he had on his face was still evident as he progressed towards his place. Harry had already passed out from the pain, thus, his body laid effortlessly on the ground. His head was now glued to a pool of blood. This was just the beginning of his nightmares.

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