H3XAGON KILL3R

" Wha...!" the figure yelled as he went spiraling to the floor.

Instantly Don grabbed his shoulder stopping him from getting away. Ruffly turning him around he prepared to come face to face with the real killer. Instead he came face to face with a shocked Larry.

" Larry...," Don gasped, at the moment lost at what to do.

" Yes, I am. That is, of course, unless I'm not," Larry stuttered bewildered, " I didn't know I was doing anything wrong, talking to Charles."

" It be a pretty one-sided conversation," Don muttered pulling Larry up.

" What are you talking about?" a haggard, but familiar voice called out.

Don turned around and came face to face with the vibrant, living eyes, of his younger brother.

" I don't take up everyone's time, do I?" Charlie replied jokingly.

Don stared at Charlie. He was talking. He was reacting. He was...for lack of a better term ALIVE!

" CHARLIE!" Don yelled, grabbing his brother by the shoulders. All the relief, the worry, the sorrow he had carried the last few days broke out as he held his brother tightly, scared almost to let him go.

Charlie weakly returned the hug.

" Don, what's wrong?" he said breaking free, " Why are you acting like this?"

Don stared incredously at Charlie.

" You don't remember!" he exclaimed.

" Remember what?"

" He's talking about the accident, Charles," Larry replied, as confused as Don looked.

Charlie stared at him, " What accident?"

Looking back at Don, the confusion and fear written all over his face, he added, " What happened to me?"

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