It was nighttime as screams filled the silence along with a manic laughter.No-one seemed to hear those screams though...it seems as if everyone was asleep or nowhere in sight.Well,that was true most people in the city had decided to go to a beach far away from the city to spend time together but a pair of twins stayed behind not wanting to deal with crowds or people trying to talk with them.The screams finally stopped and the laughter began to die down,then once again silence filled the air.A corpse of a young teenage boy lying facing upwards on the ground of his house.He was covered in wounds and cuts,he had a missing eye and broken bones.His throat seemed to be cut open as if to stop him from screaming.Blood drips onto the body and the figure above smiled bitterly as they look at their hands and then back at the body before chuckling a little.The figure dropped an ocean blue eye on the ground letting it roll a bit before turning around and walking off.As they reach the door to the bathroom they paused and whispered with fake sadness laced in their voice, "I'm sorry brother...but there can only be one survivor here." Without saying another word, they wondered into the bathroom and got cleaned before getting into place to begin their act.This was their plan all along,to get rid of their stupid twin brother not because of any hatred,well not exactly,mainly because they blame them for being a target and sent to an hospital due to injuries because of their brother's enemies.
But there was one thing the now single twin didn't know...it wasn't the end or the last time they'd see the dead brother.
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I Thought You Were Dead
FanfictionA brother's rage but not hatred leads to his twins death but is he really dead?
