Warning! Double Trouble Ahead

Chapter 4: Interviewees... Yay?

They stared the woman down, her eyes nervously shifting from one form to the other, her throat slightly burning from her previous yelling. They were standing in the middle of her room, her blanket pulled up to cover her chest and the phone she was previously using broken on the floor. She hadn't expected to be caught in her own home.

The one smiling drew closer, his knife resting by his side as he happily went towards her, his brother staying in place with a tired look in his eyes. He kept his eyes on the side window, watching for any possible exits the women might come up with while his brother did the dirty work. He was never one to get himself personally involved in these types of jobs.

"Haya! I can tell you know what's about to happen, so, why not make it easier for everyone. Yeah?" He tried, keeping his smile genuine and her body somewhat relaxed. In her defense, anyone would be relaxed by the smile he was showing.

"Like hell I would let you kill me." She gritted out, her eyes trained to the male coming closer even in a limp, figuring the other wouldn't interfere. He didn't seem like that type of guy and his posture made it clear that he didn't want to be here anyway. If her deduction was right, she should be able to leave through the door easily.

He gave a small laugh, keeping his pace the same as he neared the bed, her hand gripping the sheets tighter. "You're not the first to say that." He stated lightly, taking one step closer before he was covered in a blanket.

He stayed frozen as she jumped off the bed, her feet thumping on the ground as she dashed for the door, the younger brother watching her with bored eyes. She had a small victorious smirk on her face as she ran behind the taller, his body not yet moving and she was glad her instincts were correct.

Just when the last bit of her hair was about to pass his range, he grabbed onto it, forcing her head back and making her fall to the ground. He kept a grip on her hair as he waited for his brother to remove the comforter, his eyes on the side window. "Fuck! Let me go you piece of shit!" She called out, her voice breaking due to the added vibrations.

The older placed the sheets on the bed neatly, evening them out before bouncing over to her body, his own complaining about the weight on his foot. By then she had stood up, clawing at his brother's hand so he would let go, to no avail.

He laughed again, walking closer and keeping that genuine smile. "He's not letting go of you, and the more you anger him the more he'll want to kill you. Between the two of us, you don't want him to get involved with this." He tried to explain to her, looking at his brother before focusing back on the girl, the hair that was free looking like a bird's nest.

She ignored him and pulled harder on her hair, hoping it would make him loosen his grip but it seemed like it only made him tighten it. She hit him on his side and they both just stood there, one being amused by her efforts and the other being annoyed. "Stop her before I do." Was all he said, his posture the same as well as his eyes.

The older rolled his own, taking more limp filled steps and grabbing the girl's wrist, the younger letting go but not moving away. "Let me go! Get off of me!" She yelled, using her weight to try and take her arm out of his grip.

He kept his smile as he pulled her closer, the knife entering her side and making her stop all attempts at leaving. She looked into his eyes before looking down at her side, her eyes dilating as the pain settled in. "No more worries, only peace." He whispered to her, pulling the knife out and bringing it to her heart, making her death bearable.

He gave a short apology and made a prayer, laying her on the freshly made bed before covering her in the comfort of the blankets. He had blood spots on his coat and a small amount on his pants, figuring it shouldn't be enough to warrant the concern of others.