Tale of The Cipher Twins

Chapter 1

We didn't asked for this. It wasn't our fault! It was hers! We never asked to be the way we are. We just wanted to like we used to be, happy with out a care in the world. We wanted our lives back.

Will's POV

Bill and I had been playing tag in the large back yard that we had. Our sister and brother, Starlin and Tad, had been watching us, Tad had been laughing with us and latter on joined in, that's when Starlin yelled. "You're all such idiots!"

I hide behind Bill. She glared at me. "You're just pathetic! Nothing but a coward!" Her attention turned to Bill. "You, don't even get me started! You're the closest thing to a real demon as you can get but you're not doing anything!" I felt tears run down my face, I was only 8, why was she being so mean?

"Enough!" Tad's voice boomed, pushing Bill and myself behind him. "Sister, I don't know where this is coming from but please, you're-"

"Shut up!" She threw a knife at him, landing deep in his shoulder. We screamed. "I've had enough of you on going existence!" She threw knives at me and Tad kept taking the blows.

"Y-you need to run!" Tad ordered.

Bill took my hand and ran into the house, past our sister and took refuge in the attic. "B-Bill..." I was crying again. "I'm scared. She's gonna kill us isn't she?"

"Hey! Come on don't thing like that! S-She's just..." He started shaking and took my hand again, he ran for a guest room. "I'm gonna see if I can make it past her. You stay here. If she comes, lock yourself in the closet and wait. I'll come back. I promise Will, I will come back." He hugged me, it was tight and reassuring.  He took off and ran.

***

The door handle started to shake. I did as Bill had told me and hide in the closet. I held myself shaking, I wanted to let out a cry for help but I didn't. However, I remembered something, incase we die here.

I bit my finger and drew a circle and bill in the center in his triangular form that only came if we died. I drew 10 symbols on it. A PineTree, our sister's star, a hand with six fingers, a llama, a shooting star, a heart with a stitch threw it, glasses,a question mark, a bag of ice and a crescent like symbol. It was fast so it wasn't perfect.

I heard the door fly open and drew a second one that was reflected, just in enough time for her to open the doors to the wardrobe. I screamed as she reached for me, I kicked, I punched, I yelled at the top of my lunges.

I cried for help...

But no one came...