Michael is running after his brother, his long legs carrying him fast. Fast, faster. He trips over a toy on the floor, feeling the arm of the action figure break under his heel. He whines in pain and hops after John for a second, but he refuses to give in to the pain. He refuses to lose. John is so, so close to home base. Father is yelling for them to stop running in the house, Wendy is nearly getting trampled over and over because she keeps rushing forward to pull things out of their path so that neither of the boys step on them. Michael reaches for his brother, who is slamming a door, and with a crack that resounds through the whole house his fingers are closed into the wood.
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