Brother versus Brother

This is the first time ANY part of my novel has been put on display. This happens while the twins are confined to the Immortal HQ in Ireland for 75 years. Someone needs anger management classes...

    The argument started out stupid enough.

            Thomas and William were discussing their plans for the free day; William wanted to stay inside, while Thomas wanted to venture to Dublin. The heated debate continued as they walked to the weapon room to do some training on their 

    “Why in the world do you want to go to Dublin?”

            Thomas shrugged. “I just want to get out of here.”

            William frowned. “Why? We’re safe in here, there are no humans to attack.”

            “God, it is the same argument every time!” Thomas groaned. “I want to test our progress, and you want to stay locked away from the world.”

            “It is safer.”

            “Will, forget safe, okay? I want to live.”

            William glanced up, his eyes narrowed. “I am living.”

            “No, you are sitting around here staring at the walls.” Thomas started heading toward the door. “I’m out of here.”

            “You cannot just leave.”

            Thomas laughed. “Of course I can, just watch; I will go to Dublin with Georg or Gustav.”

            “No.”

            “And just what are you going to do, stop me? Are you coming along?”

            William started flexing his fingers. “No.”

            “Fine, then I am leaving.”

            William growled, and Thomas glanced back. William’s eyes were very light brown. “You are not leaving me here by myself,” William said in a low voice.

            “Watch me.”

            William hissed, causing Thomas to turn completely around. William’s eyes had turned yellow, and he hissed fiercely at Thomas.

            “Wonderful,” Thomas muttered. Aloud, he said, “Will, snap out it.”

            William’s growl grew louder and claws appeared in the place of his fingers.

            “William!”

            William roared once, staring at Thomas but not seeing him. Thomas gave a deep sigh, and then pulled a lance from the wall. “If you won’t snap yourself out of it, then I will have to do it, brother.”

            William, sensing an attack coming, dropped to all fours and hissed loudly at his twin. Thomas closed his eyes briefly, fighting back a threatening tear. He never thought that their lack of self-control would lead to this, to brothers fighting each other.

            Thomas’s eyes snapped back open and William launched himself at him. Thomas held up the lance, blocking William. William grabbed the lance, trying to pull it from Thomas’s hands.

            Thomas focused on staying in his calm mode; going crazy at the same time as his brother would only lead to both of them getting seriously hurt or killed. Thomas jumped back, and William lunged at him again. Thomas dodged this attack, leaping over William and smacking him across the back with the lance. As William hit the ground, Thomas felt the searing pain of the blow swim across his own back as well. He frowned; it would be hard to subdue William if he himself was affected by every blow he dealt.

            William climbed back to his feet, his hair flaring around him. Thomas grimaced; his twin was pissed. William jumped at him again, this time catching Thomas off guard when he went around him and hit Thomas across his face. Thomas hit the ground about 15 feet away. He felt something warm ooze across his face; he was bleeding. Thomas raised his head enough to see William, who was furious that a similar gash had appeared on the side of his face as well.

            Thomas seized the moment. He jumped up and attacked, pinning his brother to the opposite wall, the lance held against William’s neck.

            “Stop this, Will!” Thomas cried. “Come out of it!”

            William gave a loud hiss, struggling against Thomas.

            Thomas gave another sigh; he knew what would take William out of the rage, but he hesitated to do it. It had worked on the two of them before; a sudden stab of pain from a serious injury. Of course, if he did this, he would suffer the exact same injury. Thomas narrowed his eyes. He had to, for sake of his twin brother.

            “Forgive me for this, Will,” Thomas said in a whisper. In one quick, fluid motion, Thomas dropped the lance, pulled out his dagger from his belt, and stabbed it into William’s arm. The dagger cut straight through, digging into the stone on the other side.

Yeah, I stopped there because I'm mean, lol. Let me know what you thought of it, and I'll finish the scene in the next blog (there's not much left).