I watched as her silhouette came closer and closer, I knew she would come. But what I wasn't suspecting was someone with her. Guess I'm already being replaced. 

The tree's bark rubbed against and scraped my cheek and a small trickle of blood fell down my finger where my nail punctured my skin. I glanced down and mentally cursed, crud. I wiped my hand on my cargo pants and returned to my position behind the tree. It was a big oak that somehow made its way near Mike's grave. Mike. 

He never deserved this, a block of granite with his name and life dates carved on it. He was the most promising out of us. He was the one who could recite presidents and if you were in pain, he'd rush over and tend to you. I loved him more than anything, he was my younger brother. 

I loved Dillan. The monster in front of me. In my other hand, I repositioned my grip on the dagger. She will pay for doing this to me. I wasted too much of my time on her. She's a demon! I hate her!

As she neared, I saw her hair is purple, looks like we both changed. Except mine is for the worst. 

Once she made it to Mike's grave, I froze. I can't kill her, she's paying tribute to Mike. I'll keep her alive for him, not for me seeing that she gave up on me. Then I saw her grab a prosthetic leg from behind the grave. Of course, that's why she's here. 

I emerged from the tree and held my dagger at her throat. 

"I am Groot! I always wanted to say that!" I squealed. Dillan froze. "Dillan, you've messed with me too much. Now you will pay. Goodbye, my sister. My captain. See you on the other side."