The Story of a Murderer's Brother

Chapter 1:Amber

    When I was sleeping that dreadful night, Mark came in and smothered me in chloroform to knock me out.

    One AM was when I woke to the sound of Cortana saying "Thank You, Master Bruce." Yep, Master Bruce. He has a fucking machine calling him Batman for fucks sake. He does not deserve the name Batman, not even fucking Joker, he deserves to be called trash, oh wait, I got it, Amber, thanks Felix.

    We have this inside  joke that we hate everyone named Amber, Felix started it, I didn't know and still don't know to this day why he started it. It's strange, truly, what have his past experiences been?

     Hearing the sound of Amber start to talk to me, pulled me out of my thoughts about Felix. "So, Jack" his voice still filled with poison, similar to the earlier conversation "You really shouldn't have threatened your bigger brother with the police. Do you know what happened the last time someone did that, huh, what was that, I didn't hear you?" "You didn't give me a chance to speak Amber, I wanted to say, go fuck yourself, you piece of shit brother, you killed my best friend, for fucks sake, all because he said one thing that ticked you off, you asshole!" My irish accent slightly obscuring the words, causing the evil to laugh. "Oh honey, I'm not the one that killed Felix..." Oh did I mention that he killed Felix too, fucktard. "Well then, who did asshole?"

     As I said this he slowly took a carving knife out of his pocket, putting it to the side of my face "Don't ever interrupt me again, or you won't like what happens next! Now, as I was saying before, I didn't kill Felix, that was Dark, he doesn't like it when people call him names." Dark, that was a new excuse he came up with to escape the cops, huh? Last one was Wilford Warfstache, a psychotic person with a pink mustache and zero beard. He supposedly kidnapped Mark and killed him while he was doing an interview. It was just a ruse to make the police think he died, they're now looking for a man with a pink mustache and pink hair. Idiots! I didn't believe it for a second, those identities were the ones we made up playing as kids, just a little bit on the douchey side if you ask me, taking our things from when were children and...insulting them!