Rewind Time part II (II)

So far, Kiyro was lucky. The shadow kept walking, and its hand reached over to push the door. With an annoying creak that seemed long and drawn out, the door eventually opened. Dim light spilled out into the dark hallway, lighting up the area.

The shadow at first took a couple of faltering steps back and waited a good moment before it slipped through the door hesitantly. He could tell it took a lot longer to walk into Kyle's room until he eventually saw it completely disappear.

Kiyro couldn't didn't wait anymore, and instead, he rushed towards Kyle's door. He didn't knock but entered. He saw his brother hunched over with his head on the table. Kyle's shoulder moved up and down, telling Kiyro he was still alive. Nowhere in the room did he find the shadow. He had to make sure that his brother was still alive; the thought of his brother being taken away made him afraid.

He walked over to Kyle's side, looked around, and saw the computer screen still on. Kyle was looking at different camping equipment online. Kiyro leaned over and shook his brother.

"Kyle." Kiyro shook him.

Kyle grumbled and shifted.

"Kyle."

"What?" Kyle snapped. "Leave me alone."

Kiyro sighed with relief that his brother was okay.

"I said leave me alone!" Kyle yelled, startling Kiyro. His eyes weren't open, and his arms started clenching and unclenching to the point where he was having a nightmare. Then, with a push, Kyle threw Kiyro backward into the shelf; books tumbled downwards onto the floor.

Kiyro groaned in pain. He didn't expect such sudden strength from Kyle, who was sleeping.

A loud clatter sounded off to the side. Kiyro turned his head and saw Kyle suddenly bolt up onto his feet. He looked livid and pissed at him. What the hell was wrong with him? Kiyro thought as he brushed himself and got up.

"Kyle, calm down. It's not a big deal." He groaned, trying to calm his brother,

Kyle rampaged around the room. Books were all over the place, the chair tipped over, and his laundry basket spilled.

It reminded Kiyro of a tornado that hit his room. What the hell was even wrong with him? Why go so far with destroying his room? There were only a few times that he would throw a tantrum, but it wasn't often.

Kiyro felt a strange oppressive energy coming from Kyle. Anger seeped out of his body, making him feel uneasy. His instincts were telling him that he needed to be careful with his brother, he didn't know why, but he watched.

"Calm down. There's no point in getting so angry."

"I'm. Not. Angry." Kyle started with a hiss.

"You are."

"No. I'm. Not." Kyle was getting furious more and more.

Kiyro saw Kyle's eyes seem to glow red. At that moment, he knew what was wrong. He knew this wasn't his brother, and he knew exactly where the demon had gone. In his brother, hiding in his body as if it is his own.

"Kyle. I need you to calm down." Kiyro brought out the holy water in front of him.

"What is that?" Kyle asked. He glared at the bottle of water in his hand. His words were getting deeper, unlike the usual voice that he had. "Is that…?"

"What? This?" Kiyro brought it up. "It's just water that I drink." He brought it up to his face to pretend that he was drinking it, but before it could go any further, he threw the water in his hand into Kyle's face.

Kyle reeled back with his hand brought up to cover the splash of water. He was in pain, yelling as his hand and face turned red from the water's touch. He dropped onto the ground and onto his knees.

Kiyro glanced down at the holy water as if he had done something extraordinary and strange; it took a while for him to realize what he had done. He had never seen a reaction like this before; the thought of blessed water doing something out of normal made him reconsider the idea of its use entirely.

The anger painted on Kyle's face was quite extraordinary; he reminded him of a Japanese Oni Mask with his lips curling upwards into a snarl.

"What the hell did you do?" Kyle replied with such force that Kiyro stumbled backward from the oppressive malice that he felt.

"What in the world?!"

Kyle jumped onto the table and hopped over his screen. He reached out toward Kyle in an attempt to strangle him. Kiyro threw up his hand in front of him, ready for a full-out brawl with his brother. He dodged just in time as Kyle flew past him; he twirled around and did a spinning back kick, hitting Kyle in the back of his head.

With a stumble, Kyle flew forward and hit the wall, his hands stopping the impact from the crash. Kyle pushed off the wall, not even phased by Kirro's kick; he turned around and did a perfect right hook when Kiyro rushed in for a follow-up.

A jarring pain erupted on Kiyros's cheek; the punch rattled his brain, making him see white. His vision temporarily blurred, making him rock back and forth on his feet. His muscles reacted before he thought about what to do. Next, his footwork helped him move out of the way before Kyle could strike him again.

Even his cacophony of emotions was squashed instantly, and the only thought that came to his mind was to survive. He needed to win this fight, even if it meant harming his brother. Though the thought of killing him was out of the question, putting him down in some shape or form was the most important thing to do.

Whatever that method was, he was going to find it.

"Kiyro, why are you dodging my fist?" Kyle hissed with a snarl on his face. "Be a good brother and stay still." He lunged with the such inhumane speed that Kiyro almost couldn't dodge his brother's speed.

Kiyro's sense was finally back, even though the pain was still present on his cheek. His hand raised to wipe the blood trailing off his lips; he could feel the cut inside his cheeks.

"Kiyro, stay still!" Kyle punched him wildly.

"No! You're not my brother." Kiyro jumped backward.

"Don't say that. We're two of a kind."

"Get out of him, demon!"

Kyle stopped. His hunched figure started to straighten, making him seem much bigger than before. "I am your brother."

"My brother isn't a madman who wants to deck the hell out of me. We have our fights, but you're trying to kill me."

"Huhuhuhuhuhu Hahahahaha!" Kyle threw back his head with his hand on his face. His voice crackled high and then lowed, which was close to a growl. His voice wasn't the same as Kyle's and sounded entirely like a foreign person. "Very perceptive, aren't you." He completely stopped laughing and gazed out from between his fingers.

Kiyro felt unnerved at the voice that spoke back to him. He remembered that voice, that low, scratchy tone that made the end of his hair raise. The voice came from the hooded demon that had taken his mother's soul.

"There are so few humans that can see, hear, feel, and even talk to us." He chuckled. "And you are that rare few. Just like your mother."

"What did you do to her?!" Kiyro's fist tightened, his body tensed, anger rising like a volcano.

"Do to her?" The demon chuckled. "I collected what was due."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't your mother tell you?"

Kiyro slowly shook his head side-to-side. "She didn't talk much about the past."

"I expected. No matter; it's simple. Your ancestors made a contract with a devil."

"What kind?" He wanted to avoid where this was going. Pact with the devil? Who would do something so crazy at this time of day and age? Especially something that could harm the descendant.

"Your great grandfather, a ninth generation down, on your father's side, made a deal. A deal that he couldn't refuse. Power and the woman that he wanted. So typical of humans." He shrugged as if it wasn't such a big thing at all. "Didn't you know that once he made such a deal, he damned all of his generation of offspring? But he didn't care. He wanted what he could have now and the power that came with it."

Kiyro didn't hear about this side of the story of his family, a secret that no one ever knew about, not even his father. Still, he couldn't help but believe the demon. Why would a demon be here pretending to be his brother if it was lying?

"But in this generation, your father married her." The demon's lips curled up into a snarl, but he could see and feel that the demon was smiling. Almost to the point where he thought he would burst out in joy. "Things turned out differently; he married someone so special that your family was protected. The wretched woman was blessed, blessed with protection from us, and hid away your family."

"So, you came back to collect your debt?" Kiyro glanced around, looking for anything he could use against the demon. "You stole my mother's soul."

"Well, that was a bonus, you see. To avoid the contract, she took this generation's place."