The Lonie Twins (Creepypasta Story)

The Lonie Twins; Lux & Steph

Luxury Lonie, Lonie Twin 1, and Stephanie Lonie, Lonie Twin 2. (Lux-yer-ree & Steh-fan-E Lou-Knee) Two twins, born in 1997, originating in Shorehaven CT. Mixed races, a pure miracle. Their father was black, their mother white; very much racist. That's why their father wasn't in their life, though she told them he walked out. He didn't. They grew up without a dad, and a junkie mom. By the time they were 4, they were sprouting, growing like weeds. Their mother took this into account. She had been running at an all-time low. She didn't have enough money to buy her drugs, liquor, and provide food for the 3 of them. So, she figured she'd make them do something with it. What would they do though? They were 4, almost 5. How would that work? "I'd give 10 oz. for my way with your daughters." A text she'd got about a week ago. She smirked. A thought popped up in her head. She got onto her phone and quickly replied, "come through the cellar door, they'll be there. Once you're done, leave it on the steps. You can bring friends, ONLY if they have something to give to." She sent it. She didn't even feel bad. "LUX, STEPH!!" She yelled quickly, the two boney girls ran downstairs with a cheerful smile and manner. "Yes, ma?!" "What mom!?" They asked at the same time as they looked up innocently at their sadistic mother. "Come here," she grabbed them both by an arm harshly, beginning to drag them to the cellar. "Ouch!" "Mama that hurts!" They both complained. She scoffed, basically throwing the two down the stairs. In reality, they tripped each other and fell. Stephanie had started crying, Luxury was just angry. "Mama! Why?!" Lux yelled, "Mama, noo..!" Stephanie followed. She glared at them with her chin up, "I'd say I feel bad, but I don't. You deserve what's coming for ruining my life." She shut and locked the door. Lux ran up the stairs with a grunt, trying to open the door. "What is she doing?! It's dark in hereeee!" She complained, a little scared in the dark cellar. She and her sister sat against the door at the top of the stairs, in pitch-black darkness, and a siren silence. What had they done to deserve this? They never caused problems, always left their mother alone, what had they done to make her treat them this way? Soon, the cellar door leading to the back alley swung open, a big heavy white man stood in the doorway. Lux's pupils shrunk. She knew what was gonna happen. Why? Why had her mother done this? Stephanie just latched to her sister, probably not the slightest clue what was going on. He gave a heavy chuckle, a few men were behind him as well. They walked inside, shutting, and locking the heavy swinging doors behind them. "Please...no.." Lux whimpered quietly. The men had already surrounded. It was no use; this was the end of their innocence. Not that anyone else around them cared, of course. Fast forward about 7 years, it's 2013. The girls are 11. Lux has finally had enough. Got a little older, and her body has decayed due to the promiscuous games she had to play. Stephanie just was trying to get through it, telling herself they'd leave that place soon enough. That day would be today. Their mother had come to tend to Lux's wounds, all self-inflicted, and deep ones too, they'd scar over, and probably never fade. She's only 11, and her whole body was covered in eye-shaped cuts, some bandaged, some not. "Lux, I told you to stop this god damn it.." She growled, "the men won't like you this w-" Her words were cut off by a crying girl in pink, who'd just hit her mother on the back of the head with a lamp. Lux's jaw dropped, she looked at her mother's unconscious body before quickly putting on her shoes, grabbing Steph's hand, and running out the door. It was light out, it hurt her eyes. They hadn't been outside this house in those seven years--nor seen the light of day. Lux's eyes teared up as she began to run towards the light she saw beaming through the window in the backdoor. She's weak-kneed, but she's going full force to get out of this hell hole, no turning back now. She continued until she got outside, which was when she burst into tears. Her purple hues, iris' dilating in the sun as she continued to run with her .5 second younger sister following. She continued to run until it was dusk, which left her in an alleyway, alone, with her sister. They were only 11, they didn't know what to do...so they just slept. They had ended up going a couple of cities over, to Norwalk. where they killed men and robbed them, sometimes tortured, sparing all women, no matter how old or young. With this money, they'd bought a tiny house, which they lived in for another 6 years. Once they were 17, Lux knew it was time to go back for revenge on their mother; she knew she wasn't dead. When they'd returned to their old hometown, they glared at everyone and thing in sight. This disgusting town. The cops were shit, they didn't do anything about what was going on in their home, and that drove them this far. Lux walked up to the backdoor, slowly opening it. It was late, about 2:00 AM. The door was unlocked, like always. Typical mother. She slowly opened her Katana, Japanese Sword, gave to her by her best friend, Yui, who believed in her cause, along with a lot of Ninja Stars. Sadly, Yui was thrown in prison for mass murder 2. Their mother was passed out on the table, she had been snorting a dr*g substance, white, deadly powder; cocaine. Lux scoffed and rolled her eyes, pulling her mom's head back, which woke her. Her eyes shot open, she looked up at Luxury, "Lux..?" "Hey, Amanda." Luxury said coldly, before slitting her own mother's throat. She had it coming. Lux shrugged it off, looking at the red, now new blood that stained her already bloody white arm warmers. She smiled. Stephanie was disappointed. "You promised no weapons, Lux!!" She hissed. Lux looked at her, unimpressed, and spit on their mother. "Oh come onnn...she had it comin'!" She said with a devilish grin before leaving.

As they walked away, Lux wondered what was next for them. Well, they continued to hunt and kill men, all around the world. They had once encountered another boy like them--Jeffrey Woods, better known as Jeff the Killer. Though, when they did, they were 11, and he was 13. They met him in Norwalk, the same alley they'd been living in for a while. His skin was pale, but not bleached. His smile was fine, he had eyelids. He had a knife in hand, though. His white hoodie was all bloody. He had a big grin on his face. Lux narrowed her eyes, pulling out her knife as well. "What do you want?" She asked flatly. He had run away. She hadn't met him since. 
She was 19 now. Lux had a scar over her right eye and had an under buzz. She usually wore her hair in one ponytail now, instead of twin tails. 

Some say this story of The Lonie Twins is true. Some say it's not, but if it is, lock your doors are windows, they could still be out there...

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