"Around five then?" Xander asked.
"Beats me" I replied. "Can't really make out the shapes, its too dark."
"Damn! We are so dead" Xander shrunk in at his own declaration.
Every now and then Xander and I got the idea into our heads that we were heroes. Fools, that we were. Grand gestures of bravery and selflessness were all fine and dandy to hear about in stories around the camp fire, but this was real, and when it gets real, bravery usually means a quick death. Help wasn't coming. It was just us....
"Just us..." I mused aloud.
"Kill me, just kill me now. Laying here and waiting for death is just too much." Morose as it was, he still had a point. Nothing was worse than if they caught you-a quick death would be welcomed but too far off to even dream about if you found yourself in their grasp.
"Oh, stop it!" I exclaimed, trying to sound more confident then I was. "Pipe down, we still have time to figure this out."
"Quit trying to be brave, Zane. Reality is upon us. Stop pretending this is some teller's yarn. Time is running out." Unfortunately he was right. Very few things in this life were worse than taking your own life, but what was after us was one of them.
"Well, how does this work then, do we just..." I hesitated. "Xander I..."
"You kill me, and I kill you" he interrupted. "Zane...I'm so..." my knife slid into his gut before he could finish, and before I could blink at what I had just done, I found that I too was bleeding out- a heroic end for the brothers Eh'Beecy.
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