Trigger Warning: Death, blood, sickness, beating, etc. Pretty heavy, dark themes. Violence. Yeah..

Note: Uhhh, yeah...so Fitz murdering Alvar, shattering his brother's body and his own mind. Ehe. I would say enjoy...but...I don't think you will.

Haa-

Anyone who reads this, please comment something telling me if I should keep violence like this to myself or if you guys don't mind it.

(Also definitely not me smiling endlessly at the picture up above, no definitely not-)

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Fitz attacked his brother.

   He flew at him, tackling Alvar to the ground and throwing punch after punch after punch at his sickly face, his boney chest, his fragile neck. His brother tried to fight back, and Sophie tried to pull Fitz away—screaming something about how they needed Alvar to answer their questions. How they didn't track him down just to kill him.

   Fitz couldn't help himself.

   His brother shouted garbled curses and tried to roll away or land a few of his own punches, but Fitz was too strong for him now. He could feel the fight as it left his brother and he gave up, letting Fitz pummel him. The blood was pouring from his mouth and his chest rattled with laborious breathing. Only now did Fitz stop himself from hitting his brother, grabbing Alvar's greasy hair and forcing his face to tilt up instead.

   "Look at me." Fitz commanded, screaming when Alvar's eyes didn't so much as try to open, "LOOK AT ME!"

   Alvar glared up at Fitz with as much hate behind the tears in his eyes as he could muster.

   "What did you help the Neverseen do to Glimmer?" he demanded.

   Alvar shook his head, tightening his jaw as he nodded wordlessly to Sophie, who Fitz now realized was in tears. She nodded, closing her eyes and going into a telepathic conversation with his brother, igniting a flame of jealousy within Fitz. He was a telepath too—Alvar could've gestured to Fitz and he could be the one taking the information from Alvar's head.

   But no. It had to be Sophie. It always had to be her.

   "He—he wasn't involved," Sophie mumbled, "He says...says that the Neverseen have two other Vanishers, that he knows of, that we haven't met.." she trailed off, swallowing heavily and looking between Fitz and Alvar, and Fitz was glad he wasn't a empath because the emotion that he saw all over her would make him ten times angrier if he'd had to feel it.

   Guilt. Pity. Irritation. At ME, of course. She thinks I'm reckless. Yet she loves Keefe..

   Fitz cut his thoughts off right there. "He deserved the beating anyway," he spat, "He deserves to die."

   Sophie shook her head in horror as Fitz reached for a nearby rock, holding it over his brother's head.

   "Your last words?"

   "Fitz, don't!" Sophie screamed, but he ignored her.

   Alvar glared at the rock, then Fitz, rasping, "I (insert some growling ogreish curse word that Fitz didn't know) hate you."

   "Mutual."

   Sophie rushed forward, pulling Fitz away. When she dragged him back from his weak brother, Fitz used his telekinesis to fling his brother's body into the air, then let it fall, landing in such a way that there was no possible way Alvar could survive. His body shattered, probably every single bone, and his skin broke—blood and guts spilling out.

   Sophie vomited, crying at the violent show she'd witnessed.

   Fitz felt bad that she had to see this, but he didn't regret it. Alvar deserved it. And now, Fitz had made sure that Alvar would never hurt anyone ever again.

   At least, it was easy to convince himself that he'd done the right thing, until later that night.

   Alvar found him in his nightmares, the words, "I (growling) hate you" chasing him in his dreams. Sophie crying and fading away while Fitz bashed his brother's head in. And Alvar's face morphing into his Dad's face, then Mom's, and lastly it was Biana who was the one gushing blood from her head. Fitz dropped the stone and backed away in horror, waking up when it went back to being Alvar.

   I've killed my sibling, what have I done-

   He deserved it though, he made his choices-

   My. Brother. He taught me how to play base quest, he taught me how to pick out outfits and do my hair..

   He was a two faced traitor!

   "I (growl) HATE YOU."

   "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Fitz screamed, writhing in pain as a headache hammered at his brain.

   He moaned desperately, suddenly aware of his whole family rushing into his room and trying to help, asking him what was wrong—

   Not my whole family.

   Della hugged him to her chest, holding him tightly. His dad rubbed his back, frantically repeating, "No reason to worry, you're okay Fitz. You're alright, don't worry," and Biana held his hand tightly, tears staining her fearfully pale face.

   And behind them, even though Fitz knew it was only in his head, he saw Alvar's twisted, deformed body.

   The headache swallowed him up and Fitz could feel his mind shatter.

   Nothing had hurt more in his life.