Of Everlasting End

43 | end; a sibling's wish

Subduing Snow White after his mind had nearly gone chaotic, a buzzing ever present as he lashed backwards, weaving his way past the dark shadows that reached for him, and silencing the girl in one swift chop of his hand.

His eyes had gone completely blank, the misty ocean stare deep and difficult to read. His sword danced skillfully through the air as he spun, twisting around.

At Snow White's defeat, everything collapsed at once in a puddle of bright colours, mixing together to create a dirty brown, akin to black. The lowlights flickered back to life.

Kane had appeared on a timely matter—first noticing the blood-stained man that slumped on the wall. An uncontrollable tremor ran through his body.

His face paled, and horror imprinted on his expression.

"...Lucas...?"

The terse voice trembled, wavering in disbelief and terror. His expressionless facade snapped in an instant, almost losing reason.

However, he was not foolish. He jerked his head painfully towards Elias' gloomy person, standing over the curled up figure. The man lifted his chin slowly, gaze flickering over coldly.

A smile graced his lips.

"Ah, so you've made it?" Elias turned away promptly from Snow White, and stalked over to Lucas' body. "I'll have to trouble you in grabbing the girl."

He bent down and scooped up the limp, faintly breathing man resolutely, not betraying any abnormality. He behaved in such a casual manner; it left Kane speechless.

But the hand that wrapped around the unconscious body was firm, tension in the hold.

Kane shook his head, reaching a hand out. "I'll take him."

"I can't agree to that." smiled Elias, though the curve didn't reach his eyes.

Kane narrowed his eyes suspiciously, moving a hand to hover over the sword at his belt. With Elias' weapon cast away to hold on to the body, Kane had confidence in winning—

"You may try."

Elias' relaxed smile never left his face, but something simmered in the depths of his gaze. Something deadly and dark, blacker than the abyss.

It wasn't a thing that could chase Kane away from the little brother he'd spent so long waiting for, though a fight at this time wouldn't be wise. Tentatively, he questioned: "Do you intend to harm the person in your arms?"

"The last thing I'm thinking of doing right now is injuring him further."

The answer made Kane's shoulders relax slightly, and he nodded reluctantly. Moving over, he grabbed Snow White and nodded again to move towards the mirror room.

Nothing was said between the quiet pair, their thoughts following similar wavelengths. They absolutely couldn't let this bleeding man die.

Elias furrowed his eyebrows, frustrated at the myriad of thoughts.

If Lucas died, that only proved that he lacked the ability to survive. Whether luck wasn't on his side, or his skills were subpart.

There was no reason for him to feel frantic.

His hands held onto the limp body tighter, feeling the escaping heat and the warm blood that smeared against his own skin. Lucas' eyes didn't flutter, remaining shut in a picture of slumber.

It didn't matter if he died.

It would be a matter of the inevitable. 

Elias' steps became slightly more hurried, and Kane quickly followed behind with the same haste.