Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26705150-20150826223847

My body shook with the pace of the horse moving speedily through the dirt, to the hills across from Haddock. He too was moving just as speedily on horseback as I followed behind him, eager to catch him. Soon I could see a small cabin atop a hill across from him and he steered his horse in that direction in an instant. I followed, as he faded from view, up the hill and towards the cabin. I followed shortly after him and I found his horse tied to a post right outside, where I did the same.

I ducked as soon as I got off horseback and I occasionally peered into the windows, to try to catch a glimpse of my target.

“Come out of there Haddock. You’re at the end of the road now and there’s no way out,” I yelled.

I could hear the sound of glass shattering and the feeling of it falling down my skin, just around my feet, as I could hear him firing off shots. I moved around the wall and towards the back of the cabin. I stayed ducked behind there and occasionally fired shots of my own towards the interior. He too did the same but after a long pause of nothing and no more sounds, I decided to enter quickly. I sprinted across towards the back door of the cabin, where I spotted him down a hallway. I ran towards him, tackling him the ground, freeing him of his pistol, and I pointed my own towards his face.

“Where’s my brother?,” I asked.

I got a surprising response as he smiled at my question, revealing what I thought to be two pointing front teeth.

“What are you?,” I asked.

He began to laugh.

“You thought we were bank robbers. You thought my brother had gotten involved with criminals, didn’t you?,” he said.

My hand shook a little and I struggled to steady my grip.

“I saw my brother speaking with you and those others in your little group. I know he got involved with the wrong people. But I just want to know where he is.”

The response he have me after this made my gut churn and my eyes welled up.

“Your brother’s dead Hartwell and there isn’t anything you can do about that.”

I brought my pistol closer to his face and my shaking never ceased.

“What? Tell me what happened. I demand you tell me what happened.”

He smiled once again, as though getting sick pleasure out of all of this.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You see my front teeth? Do you know what I am?,” he asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">I was perplexed but he could see that and he continued.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We’re all like this, in my little group as you call it. Your brother had come to us with the knowledge of that, claiming he wanted to be one of us. But the truth was that he was a liar and a traitor. He killed one of our brothers in cold blood and it was only a matter of time before he was caught.”

<p class="MsoNormal">My face contorted and I could feel the wetness in my eyes and cheeks.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So you killed him?,”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, but don’t feel so bad about it, he never turned into one of us. Besides I don’t think the blood sucking business would suit him very well anyways. Too softhearted for that, your brother was.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I hesitated for a few moments, but then the decision was clear as I steadied my pistol above his face and I fired a shot. <ac_metadata title="Blood Brothers (Unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>