MorMor: A sprinkle of Westwood Suits & Sniper Rifles.

Secrets

"Sorry boys, am I late?" A familiar sleek voice echoed from above me like a loud cats purr. I tore my gaze away from Eliot's shocked face to the top of the staircase, my fingers twitching over my gun.

"Son of a-" I said irritability as my eyes focused on the slim figure of Jim. What the fuck is he doing in here? This isn't part of the plan...From the dim light, I could just make out what looked to be a smug expression as he twirled something in his left hand. The thin object glinted dangerously as it caught the moonlight, a silent promise of something more to come. I slowly moved away from the crumpled body of my father and towards him. It felt like magnets had been sewn into my skin, every fibre of my body being pulled toward him. I was by the first step in a few strides, lifting my foot to walk upwards when his voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Stop." His voice floated down the stairs, merely a soft whisper but from him, it might as well have been a shout. I froze, my blue eyes lifting to meet his brown ones in confusion. This sounded more like the old James than the one I'd managed to uncover in the last couple of weeks. And what's worse, I couldn't tell whether I liked it or not.

"Jim?" I frowned at his cold eyes regarded me as if looking at a disobedient dog. He stepped lightly down the staircase, his movements painfully slow as he lifted one hand to caress my cheek with the glinting object. I tensed up as I realised what the object was, pain searing through the left side of my face. A warm wetness dripped down my cheekbone toward my jaw. Fuck. I found myself drowning in the murky depths of the smaller man's eyes as he held my gaze for a century. Suddenly he leaned up toward the side of my face.

"Don't look." He whispered into my ear, his warm breath lingering on my neck. I inhaled sharply, his sweet scent lulling my senses ...and then he was gone. My head snapped around to follow him, my thoughts muddled and confused. Don't look? Don't look at what? He walked toward the shape of my father, his back toward me the entire time. I watched, unable to look away as he lifted the knife and-

"No!" A strangled noise came from the doorway. My eyes followed the noise to Eliot, his face contorted into a look of pure horror. I looked back at Jim. He'd positioned himself in the perfect place to conceal what was happening from me. But I could hear it. The screaming. And the red pool of blood which began to form around his feet.

"No!" I heard the voice again. I blinked, looking over at the source of the noise again. Eliot. My thoughts suddenly clear, I ran toward Eliot, my body colliding into his smaller one. I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist as he fought against me, kicking and screaming. "NO! GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME! DAD!"

I kept a hold of him. If I let go, I knew he'd try to go to our father. And if I knew anything about Jim (which lucky for Eliot I did) my little brother would be killed the second he tried to interfere.

"Stop!" I hissed into his ear, trying to get the boy to come to his senses. "Eliot! Get a grip!"

"He-He-He-" Eliot spluttered, tears streaming down his now pink cheeks. I stared down at him, frowning. Sure he was our dad, but had Eliot forgotten the fact that this was the same man who had tied him up and beaten him earlier?

"He got what was coming to him." I said firmly, turning away from him to James. He was facing me now, a casual smile on his face. I shook my head. How someone could look so calm and content after my murdering someone... "Are you finished?"

"Hm..." He looked thoughtful for a moment, his gaze sweeping from me to the mess at his feet. He finally nodded and walked past me to the door. "Come on."

Something tugged on my sleeve before I could move.

"Sebby." Eliot whispered, going on tip toes as to almost reach eye level with me. "He just-"

"I know." I sighed.

"But he-"

"I know."

"But Seb-"

"Let it go, El." I said sharply, giving him a disapproving look. He looked down at his feet, his mousy brown curls falling softly into his eyes. I let out a loud sigh, rubbing my temples. "I'm sorry. We can talk about this later alright?"

He didn't answer, just shakily exhaled and pointedly looking anywhere but at me. I shook my head, neither possessing the time or energy to deal with this right now.

"Let's just go." Eliot said after a moment of tense silence, sharply walking away from me and out the door. I was about to follow when I suddenly remembered my jacket and shoes upstairs.

I'm sure Jim won't mind waiting for me for a few minutes...I reached a hand up to my stinging cheek thoughtfully. Anyway fuck him. We are gonna have a loonngg conversation once we get back home. Something along the lines of "what the fuck, don't fucking cut me you piece of Irish shit".

I took the stairs two at a time, panting slightly when I finally reached the top and leaning my weight against a nearby bookcase. Fuck I'm outta shape. I really need to work out and-Wait what the-

The bookcase swung backwards into a sudden opening and my body fell through a wide gaping hole.

"HolY SHIT." I choked out, fumbling around in the darkness for something to steady myself on. My foot landed on something slippery with an audible squelch and I pulled back in disgust.

What the fuck was that? Please don't be gross, please don't be gross, please don't be gross.

With trepidation, I slowly pulled out my phone, switching on the flashlight.

"Oh for fucks sake." I groaned at the unmistakable red gloopy substance glistening on the floor and now on my poor foot. "Where the fuck am I?" I moved my hand around in front of me, the flashlight shedding some uhh light on the area. The bookcase had opened up into some kind of tunnel, blood splattering the walls and floor and low and behold, a body lay neatly in the entrance, a clear shot to the head.

This was Jim's handy work, no doubt about it. But...Why hadn't he told me he'd come into the house too? Was there a change of plans? Or...Was this the plan all along? Was there something here he wanted? Why wouldn't he tell me?...Only one way to find ou-

"Sebastian..."

Authors note

Sorry for the long wait, folks! I just haven't been in the writing mood yknow? I hope y'all like this though :)
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~Mishamoo