Title: Scars of the Brother
Part 1
Author: Sarah

Rating: NC-17
Content: Violence, Character Death
Part 2
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
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The hot water rolled down his naked body, trickling over those awful marks he lived with every day of his life. The hot water sprayed out from the shower, he tilted his head under the spray of the shower. The water ran over his face, flowing into his long blond hair, letting it hang, the water dripping down his back. He stared around the empty shower room, just like his life, empty.

Edge ran his hand over his glistening chest, the water moved underneath his hand. He wished they would go away, he longed to wake up one day to find them gone, but each day he woke up to the same image on his body. His chest, stomach and back were covered with what looked like whip marks. Horrible red scars that would never go away marked his body, taunting him, always reminding him of his past.

In fact they were not marks from a whip, they were marks from a belt, a belt that Edge still felt tear into his flesh causing him to cry out in pain. His green eyes flashed and he snapped back into reality again.

He stared down at the horrible red, fleshy scars that scared his body, he had managed to count them one birthday, what a great way to spend a birthday he thought to himself. 13, 13 scares, no wonder his life was on a constant slide downwards.

He had learnt to slow the tears, that would come to him, he drowned them away with the water that flowed from the shower, he watched the water rain over his scared torso, the water and rain mixed together.

It was 4am in the morning when he looked at the clock next to his bed. His body was covered in tiny beds of sweat, that rolled over his muscles and melted themselves away in his sheets. He had been woken with another start, it was the dream again. The one with his brother.

Edge hadn't seen his younger brother in over 10 years, well not close anyway, he had seen him from a distance. The young face seemed so happy, but Edge could see and almost feel the sadness he felt inside him. Edge had tried to approach his younger sibling before, but the pain of his body became to great. How could he face someone he had run out on 10 years earlier? How could his little brother stare at the scars that tortured his body?

In his dream he saw his brothers face as if he had just been looking at it, but his brother wasn't a 10 year old any more, he was a fully grown man, only a few years younger than Edge himself. Christian looked like his older brother in many ways, he was tall, only a few inches shorter, his long blond hair trailed down his back, he was well built, he still carried that shy look about him.

Each time the dream appeared, Christian was calling to his brother, he was standing in a park, the spring trees full of blossoms surrounded him. He was smiling up at the big brother, it was a welcoming smile. Not one of a brother that had been left almost 10 years ago.

As Edge walked up to his brother, Christian stretched out his right hand, he rested it on Edge's chest, he ran his fingers over the blue shirt and stopped at the stomach.

A single tear streamed down his checks leaving a small stripe of sorrow. His crystal blue eyes looked up at Edge and the words whispered from his mouth,

"It should have been me"

Edge rolled over in his bed, that dream, he wished it would leave him alone, he begged to have a normal life, a normal childhood, a normal body, a brother that didn't haunt his dreams each night.

He lay wrestles in the hotel bed, he was a loner, no friends to call when the pain became to great, no one to care for him, no one to care. He had lived like this for most of his life, why would it change now?

His eyes fixed themselves at the dark wall, that stared back dimly in the darkness. Like the unlucky number on his body, he was destined to be unlucky all his life.

In his usual style he roamed the earth, his red sunglasses hiding his eyes from the world, he dared not look at anyone, in case they saw, in case they saw his hideous scars. His long blond hair hung in it's usual position, in front of his face. He stared at the ground when he walked, his long black trench coat swaying around his legs.

He had visited many places all over the earth, trying desperately, each time in vain, to escape his past, his dream, his pain. Each time he returned back to America, he had failed, his memories, permanent and mental continued to haunt him.

His eyes didn't need to look twice, he knew exactly where he was, exactly what he was supposed to do. He was here at last, his dreams of the park had been haunting him for almost 3 years now, finally, finally the time had come. The dream would be fulfilled, and the end of it finally realized, for good or for bad. Edge would finally come face to face with his brother, he would finally know what he meant what he wanted.

The spring wind blew gently at his hair as he made his way though the park, he watched as the little children played on the playground, his brother and him had used to play like that, that was a long time ago.

Edge stared at the oak trees as he walked past them, he stopped when he came the one that he had seen so many times over. With his right hand, was it shaking, scared? Nervous? Relieved? His hand places his sunglasses on top of his glistening blond hair.

He watched, his breathing becoming more rapid, as the man walked towards him.