“Brother!” he called out in a deep, steady voice which belied the weakness he felt in his limbs, “You have failed and I am still alive!”
Stephen stopped in midsentence in the captain’s cabin, alarmed by the sound of Simon’s voice coming strong and clear to his ears. Enraged that his hated brother would yet be alive, he charged out of the cabin, leaving the startled man looking after him in confusion.
“I don’t know how you have managed to remain so, brother,” he snarled as he came to Simon’s side. “But you won’t find yourself in that state for long!”
“You have had your chance and failed! Now it’s my turn!” Simon said in a controlled voice as he moved to prepare for battle again. “Your evil has been loosed upon this world long enough, ‘tis time to put an end to it!”
“Just try!” Stephen growled, lunging at Simon and missing as his attack was sidestepped. “Everything is mine and you will pay!”
“You have gone totally mad,” Simon said with a sarcastic smile. “I could almost pity you!”
“Pity? I don’t want your pity, I want your life!”
“Stop them!” Leigha yelled as the pair closed with their fists flying, Stephen biting and kicking as Simon drove his fists time and again into his brother. “Please, won’t someone stop this?”
The captain and his crew stood back in shocked silence, puzzled by the battle that raged between the twin brothers. No one made a move to answer Leigha’s pleas, and by the time a few of the men had figured out what was happening and had grabbed their weapons to help, Leigha was already in the midst of the fight herself, trying to save Simon as Stephen kicked him in the groin, forcing him to fall to the deck. Before he could stand, Stephen had grabbed Leigha around the throat and half dragged her as he backed up to the railing.
“One more step and I swear that I will break her neck!” Stephen ordered with a growl as Simon got up to come after him.
The threat chilled Simon to the bone with the fear that his twin would actually do as he said. The scene froze and everyone stopped. Silence held the air and covered all in its thickness as Stephen tightened his hold on Leigha.
Stephen tipped his head back and let out a piercing cry of triumph, laughing as he held Leigha close. He knew that by holding her, Simon was helpless. He did not know of Leigha’s spirit. With surprising agility and strength, she twisted from his grasp and grabbed for a pole that rested against the railing near them, bringing its end around to slam sharply into his ribs as he tried to capture her again. The shock and pain of her attack made him stumble backwards, clutching at his side as he looked at her in amazement. Her action gave Simon enough time to run at Stephen, slamming into him with such force that both men went flying over the railing to land on the dock far below with a sickening crunch.
“Simon!” Leigha screamed and ran down the gangway to where their bodies were sprawled and twisted together on the wharf in a dark, red pool of blood. Two of the Harrington’s sailors ran down after her and tried to pull her away from the macabre scene as she hysterically screamed again, “Simon!”
Dagon’s Blood ~ p. 479 (80%) Kindle Edition