Things could only escalate from there. Burdened as they were, they wouldn't make it far enough fast enough. Remus stopped them only briefly, handing his back over to Romulus and pushing him forward with a harsh shove. "Keep going!" he demanded. Romulus was stuck in place as if the very earth had swallowed his feet to capture him. Seeing the hesitation, Remus returned to him, held his brother's face in his hands and spoke sternly. "Ruva, you must go. You will make the city we dreamed of. Our city. I will be fine."
It wasn't easy. Heart torn in two, eyes watering, Romulus only moved when Remus shoved him again and started running in the opposite direction. Toward the hunters. Romulus only made it as far as a few steps when he heard Remus yelling, taking the dogs head on in an effort to buy his younger brother time.
No. You have to stop.
Time he was wasting, watching in the distance as the dogs came upon Remus. He saw it, his throat going raw from screaming as the dogs descended upon Remus to shred him apart and devour him. There was nothing he could do. He had failed; he'd lied all of their life and had never told Remus of this moment, never warned him. This was it. No going back.
Everything was different.
It was a powerful moment, every piece of shame and misery and self-loathing, not even a shred of positivity, all pinned to this exact instant. Thousands of years of built up emotions, failure, pain and loss, accumulated in this death he would never forget. It was the start of his immortality, but the end of the only life he had ever wanted to fight for.
GET OUT!
Rushing power, a force so strong powered by urgency and protectiveness. Cain pushed, shoved, gave everything he didn't know he had into making them leave this darkest moment. Everything else was uncomfortable. This single thing was unacceptable. Sharing it on such a personal level was not supposed to happen.
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It wasn't easy. Heart torn in two, eyes watering, Romulus only moved when Remus shoved him again and started running in the opposite direction. Toward the hunters. Romulus only made it as far as a few steps when he heard Remus yelling, taking the dogs head on in an effort to buy his younger brother time.
No. You have to stop.
Time he was wasting, watching in the distance as the dogs came upon Remus. He saw it, his throat going raw from screaming as the dogs descended upon Remus to shred him apart and devour him. There was nothing he could do. He had failed; he'd lied all of their life and had never told Remus of this moment, never warned him. This was it. No going back.
Everything was different.
It was a powerful moment, every piece of shame and misery and self-loathing, not even a shred of positivity, all pinned to this exact instant. Thousands of years of built up emotions, failure, pain and loss, accumulated in this death he would never forget. It was the start of his immortality, but the end of the only life he had ever wanted to fight for.
GET OUT!
Rushing power, a force so strong powered by urgency and protectiveness. Cain pushed, shoved, gave everything he didn't know he had into making them leave this darkest moment. Everything else was uncomfortable. This single thing was unacceptable. Sharing it on such a personal level was not supposed to happen.