The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket

Chapter 4: Dreams and Numb Feet

It's been a week since Casket decided to become a part of Venturian's life. In the day, Jimmy Casket was practically nonexistent. Jordan could edit videos and do whatever without his disturbance. It was at night when the fun began. The nightmares were always a little different every night but, they always ended in one of his siblings getting hurt. This time, it was raining. Venturian was running through a maze, hearing Jimmy Casket's laughter not far behind him. His laughing motivated him to run more. Eventually Jordan hit a dead end and turned around, seeing Casket soaked in a mix of rain and blood. As he approached, Venturian backed into the dead end, terrified. His murderous twin came so close, Jordan could smell the metallic scent of fresh blood on him. Venturian tried to shove Jimmy away from him but, the madman wouldn't budge. All the psychopath did in response was grin and say, "What's the matter? Isn't this a fun secret to keep?"

Jordan ignored his question. "Why are you doing this?" he asked.

Casket gripped his nails into Venturian's jaw. "What makes you think you're in any position to ask questions?" The psychopath dug the knife into Jordan's shoulder, causing the YouTuber to let out a whimper of pain. "Now, it's time to play." With those words, he awoke. Relief washed over him. It looked like Casket was in a nice mood. Jordan went into the bathroom to clear his head. That's when he saw it. Venturian could clearly see the cut on his shoulder, provided to him by Casket. Then he saw his eyes. Jordan's eyes were a swirled mix of brown and red. The YouTuber's left hand began to twitch. Jordan knew that he was losing control of himself. This wasn't the end of the nightmare. Of course. During the past week, it always ended in one of his siblings about to get killed. Why would now be any different? Jordan had to fight a smile that Casket was trying to plaster on his face as he looked at his reflection. Venturian looked away, gripping the bathroom counter until he was white-knuckled. Finally, he gave in. It was only a dream, right? He can't actually hurt Isaac, Cierra, or Bethany in a dream. Casket looked up to reveal the red that dominated his eyes. Despite being able to see everything, Jordan was no longer in control. The maddening smile took over as the madman sprinted back to his room and grabbed something under the bed. There Knifey was, waiting to be used. Jimmy grabbed it and headed to the second floor. The madman snuck into Bethany's room and came to her bed. In a high pitched, raspy voice, he whispered, "Do you want to know my secret?"

Since BethanyFrye didn't have her glasses on and was barely awake, she opened one eye and said, "Very funny, Jordan. It's the middle of the night. Go back to sleep."

Casket was disappointed by Bethany's calm reaction. "But it's a really good secret!" He insisted, "Are you sure you don't wanna know?"

By now, BethanyFrye was getting irritated by her brother's 'prank'. "Fine," she sighed, reaching for her glasses, "What's your secret?" When she put her glasses, Bethany's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She saw the cut on Venturian's shoulder. Blood from the wound was soaking into the fabric on her brother's PJs. He looked sickly and 'out of it'. Then Bethany saw Jordan's eyes. They weren't the brown she knew. They were a brilliant crimson and his pupils were dilated to no larger than a pinprick. "Wha-," Now, here's what Venturian expected: Casket thrusting the knife into Bethany's side. Just as she's about to be stabbed, he wakes up, cold and disturbed. He was wrong. Instead, Casket thrusted the knife into Bethany's side and she let out a sharp gasp. Jimmy Casket stabbed Bethany Frye. The wound bled slightly but, the knife kept most of the blood in. She screamed in pain, hoping Cierra or Isaac would hear her and wake up. When Jimmy pulled the knife out, Bethany whimpered. She was in pain but, she wasn't going down without a fight. Trying to ignore the pain, she dug her nails into Casket to pull herself up out of the bed and, possibly, buy time for her to leave. Jimmy bit his lip but, the grip was nothing more than discomfort to him. BethanyFrye had only gotten a few steps ahead when the madman, literally, stabbed her in the back. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground. He walked over to Bethany and crouched down to her level. She tried to pull herself up but, with one hand, Casket pushed her back to the ground. All Jordan could think was 'This had to be a dream'. It can't be happening.