Deadlihood: Cursed (1)

VI: Sin Cole, At Your Service.

Cursed

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Cursed

VI: Sin Cole, At Your Service.

“Brother...”

Peter scowled at his brother, voice dropping to a hushed whisper, “You think I like being here? You killed a man, Sebastian.” He flexed his jaw, “And not just any man, a man you’re in love with.” He turned back to the door, adjusting the dead weight on his shoulder before ringing the doorbell. “You’re out of control,” His posture straightened, everything automatically aligning itself perfectly. They both spent way too much time fearing this woman. 

“Peter,” Sebastian bit, “You know-”

It was then the door swung open, both sets of eyes fell on the young woman before them. Dressed in nothing but a ripped black crop top and some underwear, all three of their eyes narrowed. “What the fuck are you wearing?” 

“Where is he?” Peter snapped, talking right over his brother and pushing past his sister, eyes scanning the nearly spotless house, “I’ll fucking kill him.”

With a roll of those smoky green eyes, she reached forward and shoved him back into her drive, and plucked the cigarette from her lips, “Why are you here?”

“Wow, Sin,” Sebastian mocked, searching those lifeless eyes for a sign- something to assure him the little girl he once knew and loved was in there.. somewhere. “It’s nice to see you, too.” Her response was a habitual roll of the eyes as she took another drag. Annoyed, Sebastian moved forward, gently shoving her from her post at the door and stepping inside, “Sorry to interrupt your prostitution, but apparently I’m in need of your services.”

She turned, taking another drag before answering, “I know word on the street is I’ll do anything, but incest...” She lulled, shaking her head and taking another drag, “I mean come on, bro.”

Sebastian chuckled, looking up from a framed photo to smirk playfully, “I-”

“Jesus!” Peter snapped, his attention suddenly turning to his baby sister, “And ‘everything’, really?”

Sebastian and Sin looked back at their older brother with identical smirks, “There’s no point in denying it,” Sebastian stated, “After all, you are sending me to Satan’s rehab clinic.”

Sin rolled her eyes as her brother became distracted by something and wandered off, “Are you coming in?” 

Peter glanced about the home, before meeting his sisters dead eyes, “What if I catch flame?”

“Grow a pair.” He watched her go before drawing a deep breath and stepping through, kicking the door shut behind him before dropping the dead weight onto the couch. 

“So, you idiot’s ever gonna tell me why you’re here?”

“You gonna tell us why there was a naked punk in your shower?” Sebastian tisked his tongue in disapproval, distractedly scrolling down the TV guide. “Sebastian,” Peter nagged, “Leave your sister’s things alone.”

“Yeah,” Sin whined, snatching the remote from his hands, “The neighbors paid good money for that cable.” Sebastian snorted.

“Sin!”

“What?”

“Honestly?”

“Oh come on, Pete.” She coaxed, “I’ve got an eternity to pay my way,” She pouted then, switching off the television, “Let me mooch.” Quito stirred in his sleep, turning on his side and causing both his holders to focus, senses on alert. Sebastian stiffened as Quito buried his face into his legs, letting out a half-conscience moan. One Sin immediately responded to. “You sure you tapped this?”