It's All Part Of The Games

She woke with a start, her sheets tangled around her after thrashing about in her sleep, cold sweat dripping down her face, saturating her clothes, her breathing short and sharp. Quickly, she reached over to her bedside table and tapped on her lamp to turn the light on.

Bloody nightmares, she said to herself as she raked a hand through her short, dark brown hair. Then she ran her hands over her face, rubbing her eyes to try to wake herself up fully.

It was 3am, she noted as she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, splashing her face with cold water. As she was drying her face, she heard a noise. The sound of a creaky door opening. Her creaky door. The door to her house. She heard a soft thud then a click as it shut again. She'd watched enough horror films to know that you never call out "Hello?" like the dumb blondes always do. They always end up dead.

The creak of a floorboard beneath someone's feet caught her attention, disturbing her thoughts and setting her heart beating. She held her breath and all she could hear was her heart going a million miles an hour. Dammit heart she thought to herself. She heard the click of a light switch and the sound of the refrigerator open.

What sort of evil mastermind goes through their victims fridge first?! She thought angrily, rooted on the spot.

"Saskia? I know you are here" called out a familiar voice. She let out the breath she had been holding softly and took in another, making her way over to the shower as quietly as she could. She closed the curtain as quietly as she could, sat as low as she could in the tub and played with her necklace absently, running the charm up and down the chain. Soon scolding herself and stopping because it made too much noise.

Her breathing evened out her pulse, much to her relief. She was sure the killer could hear it before. Saskia Lopez you snap out of this right now. Why would he want to kill you? She let her mind run over a list of possible reasons she could be on an assassination list. Her mind abruptly stopped as the shower curtain was ripped open and there was the man from the news, holding a knife in one hand and a jar of Nutella in the other. The escaped, mentally deranged psychopathic killer. His rugged hair shaggy and shoulder length, the same colour as hers. It made her sick to think just how alike they looked, how alike she looked to him, how alike he looked to her.

"Come to kill me too huh?" she asked shakily. The man looked at his knife and then back at Saskia, laughing slightly.

"Oh Saskia, you did get the brains out of the two of us didn't you?" he smiled.

"Just like you killed mum, and dad and Josie then?" she asked with more confidence than before.

"Saskia, that had to be done" he said impatiently.

"NO IT DIDN'T JACOB!!" she screeched, "THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO DIE!! NOT AT THE HANDS OF THEIR OWN FAMILY. NOT AT THE HANDS OF ANYONE"

"Alright, enough talking" he said, moving closer so that their faces were inches apart, the knife pressed against her neck, she let out an involuntary whimper.

"I'm ashamed to call you my twin" she whispered hoarsely.

"The feelings mutual" he said before he killed her. He looked at the knife, and then at his dead sister.

"It was a pleasure" he said before standing and cleaning off the knife in the sink, "I think I might keep this. If you don't mind, that is" Looking over his shoulder at the shower, he laughed a sickly evil laugh before leaving the house and pulling off the gloves he was using. He put them in a bag and put the bag in his pocket. He would burn them later.

"It's all part of the games" he whispered, a smirk flashing across his face.