Rain was falling hard from the dark clouds. Outside, the mud had already recovered the fields and the paths around the area. And lying in this mud, was a young red haired boy, looking at the sky's tears. The water spattering around him was covering him in earth drops but he didn't care. All he was thinking of was the blood running out of his body, like a river's swirls. His entire body was burning and a thick head ache had came to his forehead, hardening minute by minute. He looked down at his belly, and a little shriek of pain and anger passed his lips. A big dagger was shoved into his flesh, and an arrow was still thrusted in his left shoulder. Then he turned his face to look at the other boy lying three or four meters away from him, his nose in the mud, fighting to catch his breath, growling and swearing. The rain was growing hard. The hardest rain they had both seen in their life, to say the truth.
Mehdi took the dagger in his hand and put her off his injured body, then roll onto his knees and sttled his eyes in his twin's. Tarek just turned his face, and crawled to put himself onto his back. He shutted his eyes and Mehdi saw a tear rolling down his cheek. He whispered his name kindly, but only get an angry look. He did not gave up, however.
"Tarek... Please. What are we fighting for, could you tell me ? It's foolish."
"I want you to die !" Tarek scolded. "I don't want to share anything with anyone but you're always in my way ! You must die !"
Mehdi shook his head sadly. He should have known his brother would answer this way. Since he had understood he could have control on his mind, and break then fix the fence between his dark personnality and the other, he was always playing with it. But the darkness was taking slowly his reason away... And nothing his friends and family would do would never take the child Tarek back. he was dying, and he was also refusing any help. He wanted to vanish.
Mehdi thrusted himself onto his trembling legs, ignoring the pain in his belly and soulder, and faced the boy still lying onto the muddish ground. He lifted his hand above his head, and he saw the gloden eyes widening while he let his wrist diving between the ribs of his twin. The outcast yelled at the pain and shock, released his muscles and blood came running from his mouth. He hung Mehdi's arm tight from his left hand, and whispered something ununderstandable because of the blood onto his lips. The red head thrusted harder in the flesh and a painful wince came on the mind changer features. Mehdi felt a little pinch of regret but didn't released the pressure of the dagger. Tarek begun to shuffle, and drew hard on his twin's arm, fighting against the pain and fear of the death. He finally succeeded at pushing him away, and bounce back to his nees, panting, blood spitting and moaning. He searched for his brother's eyes and a flash of anger passed into his golden look. He tried to jump at the daggered boy throat but fell in the mud and continue on spitting. Then a yellow flash passed ahead, and Mehdi was pushed away from the earth prince. The rain and fog had hide a blond boy from the red headed mafia man, and he was now in front of him, a big ax in the hands, chained to his wrists. His green eyes showed rage and hatred, and he threatened the older man by an only step.