After evacuating all the remaining students, Harry hurried back to Nathan in hopes that he had won. But just before he reached the door, he heard the man talking about taking Nathan with him to his boss. He took a peek and watched as Nathan resisted being taken. The man grabbed Nathan by the wrist and crushed his hand. He cried out in pain as the joints in his knuckles were crushed one by one.
Harry's heart sank after hearing the cries of someone he looked up to. He went through his pockets in hopes of finding anything that could cause a distraction. Unfortunately, he found nothing but crumbled pieces of paper and drips of ink. This made Harry panic even more and succumb to a pit of hopelessness with Nathan's anguished screams in the background. Just as it all seemed fruitless, he looked at the dried pieces of concrete on the ground, surrounded by broken window shards, and a plan came to mind.
He ripped out his pants pockets and crushed both the concrete and shards together until they were almost turned to powder. His hands bled with each motion and placed the bloody powder inside the ripped pockets.
As the man's attention was solely focused on Natha's screams as he continued to torment him, Harry saw this as an opportunity and threw both pockets of powder at the man's face. The pockets exploded in the man's face, took him aback, and caused him to cough violently. This created a sort of smoke bomb, and it dispersed around the entire classroom. The room was completely covered in smoke, and he rushed over to where Nathan was.
But just as he was about to get there, a hand wrapped itself around his neck. The hand belonged to the smoke-covered man with hints of blood on his face. He strangled a now defenseless Harry, with his eyes almost rolling back, and trying to get himself out of this situation, but his struggles could only be seen to be in vain, as he couldn't escape his hold.
Just as Harry was about to meet his end, Nathan jumped on the man's back and stabbed him in the side of his stomach. He threw Harry across the room and slammed Nathan to the ground.
He fell to his knees, and blood started to cover his torso. Harry's coughs and heavy breaths alerted Nathan on whether or not he was still breathing.
He tried to get up, but his body screamed in protest. He still tried his hardest with only the thought of taking Harry to safety. After a somewhat long attempt, he got back on his feet, with his eyes fixated on Harry, who was also trying his hardest to do the same.
[Don't worry, Harry. I'm almost there.]
But just as he almost reached out to Harry, a brutal whip of water slashed across his leg, and he collapsed on the ground. The man stood towering over him with malicious intent in his eyes.
[How the hell is this bastard still standing?]
"I have to give it to you, both of you. I never thought I would struggle this hard against two teenagers, but fair play.", he said with an unruly tone in his voice. "But I'm mostly surprised by you, 'hero'. You purposefully stabbed the least fatal point of my stomach with the sole intention of keeping me down for as long as possible. For that, you deserve a round of applause. But I believe it's time to end this."
He raised his hand in the air in preparation for the final blow.
[Shit, I can't move. Guess he's no longer planning on taking me alive.]
He dispelled another ruthless slash of water, but a figure blocked the attack in front of Nathan.
It was Harry who was on the receiving end of the merciless strike. His body slowly collapsed to the ground, and blood spewed out of his chest and mouth.
[H-Harry…]
"HARRY!"
Nathan screamed from the top of his lungs. He ignored all the pain in his body and hurried towards Harry's bleeding body and held his head up on his arms.
"Damn it, wrong guy." A transmission came across with his comrade telling him to leave the school as they had already left. "That's my cue then. Sorry about your friend." As he was about to jump out of the window, he turned and said to the panicked and fearful Nathan, "My name is Xavier." He jumped out after saying this with a satisfied grin on his face.
"Nathan…" said a weak Harry.
"I'm sorry we couldn't stop him."
"Don't worry about that, I'll get help and you'll be fine, okay."
His body continued to bleed out as Nathan tried to reassure him. After a brief moment, Harry's vision started to blur out, and a bright light appeared to him. He held Nathan's arm. His grip got tighter as he rapidly took sharp, anxious breaths. He began to cry out to him with tears flowing down his distressed face.
"Nathan… I don't want to die (sob) please…"
"SOMEBODY HELP!" Nathan yelled out from the core of his soul.
"Keep looking at me, buddy. You'll be fine, just hang on. ANYBODY PLEASE!"
Harry's breath slowed down by the second, with Nathan continuing to plead for the help of anyone nearby. He took off the bracelet he had made as a child and asked Nathan to turn to him in these final moments.
"Brother… take this."
"No, no, why are you giving me this? You'll make it, I promise!"
Harry had no strength left to respond to his brother's promise, but instead gave a smile. A small yet happy smile that hid a faint resemblance to sadness.
A thought came to him as he faded away. The happiness of his parents, his friends from school, and lastly, from Nathan, his brother.