Microfiction: Blood Brothers

“You’ve always been a selfish sonuvabitch.”

“Fuck you! You always thought you were better than me!”

“Until now, I was.”

One.
Two.
Three.

The gun exploded, a deafening staccato ripping through the malformed mockery. He felt no remorse. No pity. No regret. The thing writhed and screamed in his brother’s voice, but it stopped being his brother long before the infection, before the parasite took hold. He always knew it would end in blood between them.

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