Clint
I couldn't bring myself to move, I really did want to help Scott out...but I couldn't move. All I could do was watch my brother being torn to pieces in front of me. How could this happen...we are twins..I should have known that something awful was going to happen. I should have known.. Though Bob had diverted the barrel thowrds Scott I didn't feel one bit relieved. In fact...Far from it.
Bob
What was taking them so long..? Why didn't they just take the gun from my hands? because they are scared of you...It's a perfect time to shoot. "Shut up!" I hissed, "Why don't you just leave me alone? Are you the reasons for all of these dumb dreams where Clint is killing me in various ways!" It was for you own good...I was warning you.
"Bob...You need to try and block out the voices...just try..." he asked, his breath was getting heavier...he was scared. Good...shoot him.
"What do you know?" I snapped rasing the gun at him, "You don't lose sleep over having dreams of your own brother killing you. You don't have to worry about hearing about how everyones going to kill you and how life would be better if my family was dead!" I spat becoming more and more bitter.
"Just drop the gun." Clint begged, "I'm not going to hurt you..." I searched my heart and soul, looking for the trust in my brother ...but I found none. You won't find it...it's gone like any other compassion you had. "Drop it, Bob!"
Angerily I swung the gun at Clint and pulled the trigger forcefully. Yes! finally. I gasped...my eyes screwed up into the back of my head and my knees buckled. I felt myself falling down the steps, pain stricking through my whole body until my head came in contact with the stair railing....
Dave
"Clint! Oh my gawd Clint!" I screamed running over to my brother.
"I ducked it...I ducked it..." he gasped out in many breaths, his eyes wide with fear. "I..I...I'm alive..." My eyes wandered past Clint to see a gun hole in the back of the couch...great...Dad's going to love that.
"Are you okay man...?" I questioned, my hands were numb and my stomach was in a million knots.
"I'm fine..."
Scott
I glanced to Blair quickly...she was scared, I could see it in her eyes. Bob...unconsious, Blood oozing out of the large gash on the back of the head. "Someone...Call the doctor!" Slowly I walked closer to my brother, fear rising up in me...I thought that he was going to pop that gun out and blast me one... "Bob..." I whispered, leaning down and touching his cheek.
"Is he...dead?" Dave gasped, his eyes growing wide, just now noticing what had happened to this other brother.
"No..no...he just hit his head pretty badly..." I caressed his cheek slightly, I wished he'd wake up. It scared me seeing him laying there unconsious. Gently, I tucked a strand of his knotted brown hair behind his ear, soon the doctor would be here and Bob would be getting help...