Deadly Secrets *Completed*

Chapter Twenty-One - Twins

AN: This chapter is a short chapter and not one of the three I told you about before, I believe it will be the next one, though.  Don't forget to vote and comment, Darklings.

Chapter Twenty-One - Twins

Ryder drove to the prearranged destination. A bloody wooded area. Perfect. Was this his irony? Perhaps, karma coming back to bite him in the ass? Either way, someone would have hell to pay.

Ryder pulled up to the entrance of the tree-line and turned off the purring engine. Flicking his headlights off, the trees were enveloped in darkness once more. He sat for a moment contemplating whether this could be a trap. Were the Police onto him? Was Swat setup inside the trees waiting to snatch him up?

If it was a trap, how did he get caught? He always made sure nobody saw him nor followed him. He was incredibly cautious in that way and way too intelligent when it came to leaving clues to the Police Force. There's absolutely nobody that could have saw him — caught him in the act.

Ryder chewed his lower lip, sucking the soft plump flesh into his mouth and releasing it as he pondered in deep thought. As much as he thought back and retraced every step he ever made, he kept coming up empty. He was growing increasingly frustrated by the minute. If he walked into a trap then it was his own fault for ever getting himself in the situation in the first place.

His hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, the flesh on his knuckles turning a pale shade of white before he released the wheel and slammed his palms down onto it angrily. Growling out a low, "Fuck!" He then muttered a "sorry" to his beloved Ruby, stroking her wheel in apology.

"This is impossible. I was too careful. Noone has ever seen me. So who the fuck is messing with me? Who knows what and who I am?"

Ryder's eyes steeled as he begrudgingly climbed out of the truck and started his trek into the trees. It was cold, damp, and dark. He wasn't afraid of who was in there or what may be lurking within the confined shadows. He had his knife and his trusty chemical on hand.

Ryder unsheathed his knife, his fingers gripping the smooth handle so tightly that it cut into his skin, he barely even noticed. He was too concerned with who was waiting for him. His gaze slid all around him, searching for the, soon-to-be-dead person. He planned on slitting their throat without batting an eyelash. He couldn't let his life's work go. The hunt gave him purpose. It soothed him. It was always there when he needed to squash the scarred memories that haunted him on a nightly occurrence. The dark caressed him when he woke from the same hellish nightmare of his childhood.

He needed the blood of his Dolls to keep him going. Most of all, he needed his deep hatred for Ray, his need for vengeance to keep the hunt alive; to keep the darkness that encompassed his mind - his soul.

If not for the Demon within, who would he be? A scared, weak, vulnerable and broken shell of a scarred man who is a nobody. He would be nothing. Left numb to wallow in the traumatic memories of his childhood. These were wounds that could not be healed. They forever left a tainted and corrupted mark upon his soul. But the Demon within, it quelled those feelings — the doubt. It would not allow him to fall. Because falling meant you're weak. It meant you were losing who you once were, giving up hope and trading it in for fear.

Fear of the fall. Afraid to fall.

Ryder shook his head and focused ahead of him. The crack of a snapping branch sounded directly ahead of him. Stilling and positioning his body for a defensive approach, he prepared himself for a fight to the death, one he was sure he would walk away from.

Then he watched a shadow emerge from the blanket of darkness. His eyes widened, a soft audible gasp passed through his lips, his mouth dropped open in shock and his heart kicked into high gear as his mind rushed a thousand different and dizzying thoughts.

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Rein waited in the cover of the trees, perching on a fallen tree to scour the opening as he waited for his brother to show. What would he say? What would he think? Would he be shocked? Would he attack him? Would he believe he wanted the same thing as he did? Would he accept him and give him a warm brotherly welcome with a nice pet to cut open together? Would he ask about their family? Would he want to learn about his past? Would he want to know why he became a killer?

Rein's mind spun with different scenarios of how this could play out. Would he try to stab him? Would he tell him to fuck off? The questions kept rolling, tumbling inside him making him feel more anxious. This is big. No. This was huge. How often did two twin brothers actually get to meet up later in life? Better yet, how often did two twin Serial Killers meet up for the first time? This was a historical moment that should be recorded down in history for later generations to read about.

What would they be dubbed by the media and public?

He didn't get to finish his train of thought because the moment he'd been waiting so long for had finally arrived. His brother was now walking towards him with a predatory expression painted on his features, knife in hand. Rein grinned and jumped off of the fallen tree, the bark snapping like a branch. He walked out of the shadows, seeing his brother face to face for the first time.

A look of shock passed across his brother's face as Rein's came into view.

"Hello, Brother."