62 Just Like Their Fathers : Part 2

Cain jerked away, eyes twitching as he felt the hand on his wrist tighten. He became aware of his surroundings. The night had befallen the world. No sounds were surrounding them; it was too quiet.

The forest rustled as his little brother pulled the older one along with him. Sweats started to form on Cain's forehead, dry heaving as he tried to follow the teen.

"Where are we going, Raziel?! Stop it!" Choked the older Vergessene, labored breaths went out of his mouth.

"Raziel, stop! Where are we going? Please, stop. You are bleeding." Cain begged. He did not know the person in front of him. But then again, did he ever know his little brother at all?

They walked and walked and walked. Cain did not know for how long. It could have been hours, and it did feel like it. He did not know how deep they had been in this forest and how the atmosphere around them changed.