The building fell dark, and his hands still stung red from his white-knuckled grasp. He dashed along the hallways, hope dying with every step. Gasping for breath, he muttered to himself nearly to tears, "First $#%*, then my blood brother... I won't lose her... I can't lose her..!"
He kept his breakneck pace and eventually reached a hallway with a dead end, save for a door on the final wall. It was the last room on the floor; the room that he wanted no, needed to see. Her room. His breath caught in his throat as he froze staring at the door. A shiver ran down his back, then his hand inched forward to the doorknob. It wavered back and forth, his conscious fighting itself. He found himself unable to move as his fingers finally touched it.
A face grew on the door. At first, a shallow imprint, almost an outline; it grew outwards with more defining features. Features he found all to familiar; Her features stared back at him.
"Why? Why didn't you save them?! Why didn't you sa