You and Blaise are always at odds, everything he does makes you see red. You two always try to one up the other— rivals in school— in life that is.

The conflicting part is how both of your older brother’s are the bestest of friends. You two even lived in the same building, so how did it come to this? Simple really,

Four am— there Blaise was, standing at your apartments doorstep, bloody, battered, and bruised.

“Is my brother… —Is Luke here?” He asked, his voice strained, shaking.

What the fuck happened?