They had been closer, closer than any brothers had been before or any after... it all changed on that day, that oh so horrid day.
Arthur yawned and glanced over at his right side, were a prodding pain in his side was. "What is it Sherlock?" He groaned. "The sun hasn't even risen."
" Your highness," A voice trembled in fear.
Only one person called him that; and that was the young pup, Cyprus. Who lived in the house next doors to the brothers. Arthur's eyes soon blinked open as he got to his paws.
"Arthur... your parents." She said looking at the floor.
He took no time and soon bolted out of the room; to a stainless steel kitchen.. it wasn't stainless now though. Sherlock stood above the bodies of their parents that were now on limp. His paw tips stained red from their blood, as well as the tip of his lip.
"You killed them. You killed our parents...."Arthur's eyes widened in terror as he stepped a few feet backwards.
Sherlock quickly opened his mouth to reply,"Arthur... please listen to me-"
He was soon cut off as Arthur's voice range through the air.
"Shut up! Shut up!" He snarled, tears falling on the tiled floor. "My brother didn't do this.. .My brother wouldn't do this! You aren't my brother!" Arthur leapt at Sherlock, his eyes void of all emotions but pure hatred. The two never fought as Cyprus soon stood betweent hem, Arthur's claws slicing her cheek instead of who he intended them to hurt. Leaving three long scars running down from her eye to her jaw.
"Arthur..." She spoke, a weak smile on her face. "Sherlock didn't kill the-"
"Of course you did! You saw him infront of my parents bodies!" Arhtur snapped, causing Cyprus to quickly flinch. "Then why hasn't he defended himself then!?"
Sherlock never had replied as he soon dashed off into the gray and abandoned city. He felt his heart pulling him to look back, but he never did.