3Bad Blood
Summary: Twins Logan and Owen Madison couldn't have been more different. While one was more inclined to numbers, the other's forte was with words. Not to mention one is the King of Hell and the other is the defender of Heaven. Talk about sibling rivalry.
It didn't occur to him that this would be the last time he would ever see his brother. Owen Madison looked at the battlefield, seeing all the broken wings and the fired up carcasses strewn all over the ground. He never wanted this to happen. He never wanted to follow Keyla, his right hand maiden, when she told him about the battle that he had to fight. It was against his brother of all people!
Before all this craziness, they were just twin brothers who bickered over who had control over the remote control or who could use the bathroom at what time of the morning. Before Keyla showed up in their lives, telling him that he was going to be the soldier of Heaven, Logan and Owen only had each other as company.
After their parent's death, they only had each other to depend on and they were used to it. But after knowing that they were going to be on opposing teams (heaven and hell no less), they had beings working for them. Beings with wings and…powers.
Owen didn't blame Keyla for doing her job. Kudos for her for being his right hand man…or woman. If anything, he wanted to thank the beautiful demi-goddess for being in his life. But it didn't make anything clearer. How could it be that one minute he and Logan were almost like conjoined twins who actually enjoyed each other's company and the next minute, they were to be Defender of Heaven and Ruler of Hell respectively?
"Just give up, Owen." His twin brother Logan hollered, his voice unnatural. Like a beast before a kill.
Owen's heart was beating like a drum. He felt Keyla's presence, her trepidation and readiness to fight. Her sword was aglow and her face was in a scowl. She had a trail of blood running from a crack on top of her head and down the length of her right arm. Soot covered her face yet she had never been more beautiful.
Her younger sister, Layla stood on the other side, next to Logan as his queen. Her once white dress was now torn and covered with blood, grime and who knew what else. Yet she looked ready to fight as well. Owen could almost feel her determination to destroy him and her sister vibrate through the ground.
The moment was coming near and Owen felt like crying. The battle was finally coming to an end. On one hand, he almost felt relieved by the thought. On the other hand…he didn't know what to think.
Although it was inevitable, he found himself questioning why he was dumped in this situation. This ultimate fight between good and evil. The fight between heaven and hell. The fight between two brothers.
He didn't want it to end this way. He didn't want this to be the way he would see his brother. A maniacal Lord of the Underworld with no mercy and no sense of recognition of his own brother…he couldn't.
Somehow, Keyla sensed what he was going to do and her fear tripled in its already overwhelming stage. She wanted to yell out no. She wanted to say he shouldn't do this. She wanted to do something. But in a way, she knew that he knew what he was doing.
Owen started to advance towards his brother and Keyla knew this was it. She was going to die for him. She had served him to the best of her abilities and she had no regrets. Owen might not know what she felt for him but she knew that this was for the best.
Ahead, she saw Logan breaking into a run, his sword almost on fire. Layla's eyes burned with hatred and rage as she advanced towards her. This was it.
Logan knew exactly what Owen was about to do next and he knew what he had to do. It was their destiny. One of them had to die for the other to prosper. Logan was not about to die in vain. He was going to fight and if Owen wanted to kill him, he was not going to do that easily.
Layla was already crying as she ran towards her sister. Her hands were surging with power as she reared it back before driving it into her own stomach.
Owen's sword swung over his head, about to strike down on Logan's head before spinning it in his hands and plunging it into his heart.
Logan and Keyla stopped running, feeling a searing pain in their abdomen and chest. Pain so indescribable they had to take in deep breaths to calm themselves. They watched as their siblings fall down to their knees, tears streaming down their faces and blood flowing from their respective wounds.
"OWEN!" Logan screamed in agony at the same time as Keyla who shouted for her sister.
Logan ran to his twin and caught him before he fell to the ground, cradling his head on his lap. "Owen…Owen no…this wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to take your own life…you made a mistake, Owen!"
Keyla sobbed as Layla raised one shaky hand to her sister's face. "Layla…I'm so sorry." Layla shook her head and smiled a shaky smile, similar to the ones she used to give her sister after a private joke. "It was never your fault. It was never…never…" an animalistic growl grew from Keyla's throat before transforming into a shriek.
Owen heaved a sob as he pulled his brother into an awkward hug. "Don't ever blame yourself for this," he stuttered through his sentence but made it perfectly clear. After a few ragged breaths, his green eyes fluttered close.
Author's note: Oh man...after MONTHS of pondering over what to do with this...brothers fighting each other...I finally have it. It might be for faeces (for lack of a better word), it's probably my best portrayal of rivalry and selflessness (thank you for this, Keyla). There's a button that says Submit Review down there so...do what you gotta do huh?
All the thanks to my betee? Well...thank you Keyla for being supportive!