It was a miracle to behold. We both watched her run away from us through the cathedral archway, the sun, becoming more golden as it began it's long setting, highlighting our love's perfect flowing dress. My brother and I turned from her. His dark eyes had in them a thousand accusations. I imagine mine to be the same from his perspective. Since our joint birth we had a subtle competition between us that had festered as a septic wound, seeping silently throughout our activities. We both attended what were effectively opposing schools, studied opposing martial arts and had opposing philosophies and activities. I had opted to travel the world and experience all I could, he had chosen to make one area his home and work. I had studied slow moving open-handed disciplines and he had acquired a hard-fisted power. I smirked at my thoughts.
"What's so funny, Hedge?" My twin scowled, teeth near-bared.
Despite his ferocity in appearance and manner, I knew his heart to be kind and chivalrous. Dark on the outside with a light filled core I replied casually, "Simply that we're so different in every aspect and yet both of us fell for the same woman"
"I see what you mean," his new expression a bitter reflection of my own, "What with you being so 'saintly', right? Even despite what you do for a living..."  
Despite my desire to remain aloof I felt my expression cloud, uncontrolled. I could deny the truth no longer. I was truly a heartless excuse of a human being. In the dark recesses of my hollow shell I had to grin, to giggle. I managed to stop it from bubbling through me and past my lips, exacerbating Hedge had never been a good idea in the past. Our mutual object of affection, Jessica Farrowson, had been right. We were a walking, talking Yin and Yang. Only the Yin Yang balances itself out. We had slowly destroyed all around us as though a typhoon or plague and she was all that was left. Were we going to be responsible for her demise as well?

My hand dropped to my pistol with that unnatural speed I had come to revel in, my heart quickening before I realised sharply that Hedge in his infinite suspicion had thought to do exactly what I had intended to do. As my barrel was levelled his own rose into my field of vision, a shining spear proclaiming destruction. I moved as his hammer cracked. He dropped as my own snapped. Using my momentum I shot a kick backwards as I pivoted. It met air. My training returned to me and I moved for cover in one lithe leap, eyes darting perceptively to see where my target had gone. My target had leapt precariously onto the windowsill of the cathedrals aged large, ornate stained glasses and I would've fired but for a startling thought Target? He's your brother...

Unlike me he seemed to have no such conscience inflicting him. Roughly he dropped from his perch, his eyes boring into mine over the short ruined walls. It was like staring into a truly infinite abyss. Instinct struck me again, sharply, as if a reprimand. I kicked off backwards as he made to vault the wall, swinging my leg up just far enough to send the dry grainy dirt into his eyes. Hedge was never the most graceful of people to begin with. He fell forwards and rolled painfully, in contrast to my fluid movement up onto my feet. My eyes narrowed and once more I addressed him as nothing more than a pay less kill. A necessary kill. Before I could pull the trigger he had kicked out awkwardly but the force was enough that it knocked my side arm from my hand. It clattered into the cathedral as Hedge groped for his own revolver but I would not allow him an inch of ground over me. We had come here to settle this, once and for all. Dragging him from the hair I spun him over my shoulder and tenaciously he took me with him. The golden waning sun beat down on us as we struck at each other, circling and pushing each other deeper and deeper into the conflict we had created, deeper into the cathedral. Each strike was replied by a kick, each time we had managed to gather our firearms the other of us did everything to remove them. Every second stretched past, bringing forth blood, bruises, battered hearts and bedraggled breaths. The sun had near set now. Purple overtones highlighted our feud. My vision blurred.

When I opened my eyes, I was staring down the barrel of a gun. A custom S&W Model 10 combat revolver, the word 'Morte' carved into the side of the barrel. It was my present to him, all those years ago. I surged up but took a slug in the shoulder, forcing me to the floor like a leash around my neck. Or more like a noose. Breathlessly I smiled up at him, resigning myself to fate.
"Do it, Hedge"
The barrel in my hazy vision shook. I refocused on it's wielder, seeing his chest heaving through his bloodstained shirt, tears rolling shamelessly down his face.
"Why do I have to do this, Lucas? Why..." I watched him choke on his words. I felt regret for the first time in my life
"Because..." I paused, "I dragged you into my world. I misguided and poisoned your life, brother mine. She...loves you" I didn't know if this was true or a lie, she seemed to love as both. As I accepted my fate, pulling the barrel directly over my heart, I looked at the scarred and broken face of my twin. Contorted in sadness I saw sill resolve burning in his eyes. I had been the one to take everything from him, like a poacher. This was only right. I had scarred and broken that face. Clarity comes at odd times.
"I love you Hedge Wesson."
"I love you too, Lucas Wesson"
As life seeped from me as though finally free of some infernal bond, I lolled my head to the side as the sun set. Through that great arch I once more thought I saw her running, her dress billowed marvellously behind her.
I smiled.