[ WP ] Your brother grows up to become the most infamous despot in history . Upon going back in time to kill him , you find that someone unexpected has gone back in time to stop you .

As I stood in front of my childhood home, I wondered if the younger me was sleeping. I did n't want my younger self to see what I was about to do to my elder brother. 
 
 If only things were different. He had n't been a bad child. How could he grow up to become such a monster? As I remember the millions he slaughtered and the billions he enslaved in the future, it reaffirmed my purpose here. My brother had to die. I would take him while he was still an innocent child, so my mother could remember him fondly instead of... 
 
 I walked into the dark house, reminiscing things from my childhood. The games we'd play. Sneaking into the fridge for a late night snack together. Avoiding the same squeaky floorboards that were now giving me a bit of trouble sneaking. 
 
 I had arrived at my room's door. Curious, I quietly opened the door to look upon my younger self and take pity on him for the brother he was about to lose. 
 
 I looked upon myself. I was sleeping, face down in the bed, bottom up in the air. My hair was blonde, bleached in the summer sun. After a moment or two, from my pocket I pulled the prized possession of my youth, a rubber frog. When I was a child, I did n't remember how I had gotten it, but now I understood. I left the frog. My younger self would need it's comfort in the coming days. 
 
 Now to the task at hand. I left my old room and younger self and set about to do what I came here for. As I entered my elder brother's younger self's room, I looked upon him too. It's hard to imagine that this boy would become the evil he was in the future. Something twisted him. It's a shame that I ca n't save him instead. 
 
 I set my bag down on top of his dresser and began rummaging around in it for the vocal cord paralysis inducer I'd brought with me. This would prevent my detection by my mother. 
 
 Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure step out from the shadows by the closet door. 
 
 `` Hello brother'' said my future brother. 
 
 He had startled me, how could he have known I was coming back here? 
 
 `` I'm sure you are wondering how I knew when you were coming for me.'' he said. 
 
 `` You ca n't be allowed to live. You're the worst thing that ever happened to humanity! ``, said I. 
 
 `` Nonsense. Humanity has been killing and enslaving itself since the dawn of man. I'm continuing the natural order. You're here to kill this innocent child! What better are you?!'' he shouted. 
 
 `` I'm preventing the death of millions. I'm freeing my people from enslavement by preventing it! It's not the same as what you did!'' I snarled. 
 
 `` Think what you like, brother. Know this: You are the one who helped shape what I have become.'' he smiled. 
 
 I was completely puzzled. My face must have shown it because after a few seconds, my elder brother pointed to his past self, who was awake and wide eyed in bed. 
 
 It was then I realized, I had already failed. I could n't have killed my brother in the past because he was still alive in the future. 
 
 Just then, another realization struck. I was the catalyst for his change for wickedness. My coming here to murder his past self had actually caused him to begin to change for the worst. 
 
 It's my fault. It's all my fault. 
 
 Tears welled up in my eyes and I dropped to my knees and felt I owed an explanation to the boy. I breathed deeply and opened my mouth to speak to him to tell him about what he will do. 
 
 Then I felt a sting to my head. It was a terrible pain. An electric sting. One of an electrified baton making contact with my head. The world darkened. 
 
 I awoke in a cell. This was no ordinary cell. This was the cell my brother built to publicly humiliate prisoners. To demonstrate his rule and the consequences of action against him. 
 
 I was to be tortured. I would be tortured until I was dead. 
 
 Such was the rule of my brother's world.
