3rd person.
Michael and Brooklyn were sat at the table about to get ready for this game.
Michael was smirking and looking behind Brooklyn at a framed picture that consist of Luke's family. "It's a three player game" Michael said out of the blue.
Confusion ran across Brooklyn's face 'who else could possibly play' she thought while looking at the photo behind Michael which was her and Ashton posing on a night out.
"Luke could play" Michael read her mind, that's one thing Brooke doesn't like, it's an invasion of her.
"What if he doesn't want to?" she smirked.
The two where as bad as each other, when one made a mistake the other would try and piss them off vice versa.
Michael hates it when Brooklyn asks question upon question "I just know he will"
"How do you 'just know'-" she put air quotations on the end of her sentence.
"Ill prove to you now" Michael growled and walked off to find Luke, Luke's usually in the basement, so that's where he gone.
But in reality Ryan was down their and Luke was behind Brooklyn now.
"I'm so sorry" Luke whispered in Brooke's ear, Brooklyn went to turn round but instead was faced with great pain that caused the end of her life.
As Luke was slitting the 19s year old throat he heard the basement door click closed.
Luke did nothing to help his niece, the cut wasn't deep enough to leave her in her bad pain, but it should surely kill her with in the next five minuets so like wanted to saver every last second.
He laid at Brooklyn while she was chocking to death and sat next to her un settled body.
He place down the note next to her so it looked like a suicide and got ready to speak words from the heart.
"I'm so sorry, I just couldn't sit back and watch Michael toucher you" tears where spilling from Luke's eyes as he spoke "I didn't want to kill you, you're my little girl" kissing her forehead Luke got up from the bloody mess he had created and felt his heart rip in pieces, next on the list: Calum.
Calum was going to be joining the army next month, that isn't how this works.
Luke didn't want to have a sad sobby moment with Calum, this job at task would be over and done with.
Picking up the knife Luke had used to kill Brooklyn he taken one last look at her body, limp but stiff, her eyes were pink where they were once white and her face was blue/purple, Luke felt tears coming again.
Quickly scurrying away from the crime seance Luke headed up stirs when he heard a scream come from downstairs followed by silence, surely Calum would come running down the stirs, Luke made his plan to kill him and all was going as planed.
"What's happened now" Calum got interrupted by the loud scream from down stirs, he started to run when he got no reply but didn't know Luke would be stood be hind the door.
"Fuck" Calum cried in pain as the knife went in his neck, Luke looked down on Calum and spat leaving the room to meet up with his brother.
"Done?"
"Done"
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Murder house
Fanfiction"you think you can get away from me, hide, act as if i'm not here! honey, i'm here, and this is just one big nightmare you cant wake up from"