The Maynhard Twins

Prologue

I stood still on my spot while the short dagger in my hand was covered in blood.

It's not a big deal.

For me, it's too easy.

Killing is easy.

The first time you did it, just like every wise man told you, your soul will be broken to pieces.

Yes, it did. They were right.

I remembered it like it was only yesterday.

The first time I stabbed a man with my own hand, it seemed like the good side of me screamed in pain. It was so filled with misery until I almost couldn't bare it.
I felt it gone from me and my soul cracked, filled with shadows.
My heart pumped so hard till I was sure it's going to explode inside me and killed myself.
My head was spinning and the only word crossed my mind was GUILT.

The blood on my hands made my hands shook in fear. The man's body lied on the ground, unmoved.
His eyes still snapped open in shock and I could see there's no light there anymore. His life had been taken. By me.

I hurt him.

No!! No!!!

I killed him.

I cried after that.

Like celebrating myself from getting in into the dark world.

There was no way back after this. I would never coming back.

My soul was contaminated now. It would be hard to clean it again.

I didn't know how long I've been sobbed among these blood.
I ignored the strong iron smell from the liquid.
I wished I could die at the time. I wished someone appeared and took my life in return.

But no one came. It just me. And the dead bodies.

The man that I killed and a woman that he killed before.

A killer was killed.

Somehow, I survived.
Relieve came into my chest as I knew I've killed him and took my revenge.

In one point, I stopped crying and pushed myself from the ground.
I knew I look like a mess with the bloods all over me.
But I was careless.

It's funny, I felt no remorse anymore.
It just empty inside me. Like a huge gap there.

The time passed and suddenly the front door was cracked open and a man rushed in.
He screamed seeing my condition and I gave him no response.
I just sat there, stared blankly at the man's body.
A dead man.

The new comer was asked me questions but I still ignored him.
The next thing I knew, I passed out.

....

That thing happened years ago and it planted on my head forever.
Now, I was older. Killing was no longer a difficult task for me.

That was how I make a living.

Well, additional money for my pocket since I had a main job.

Right now, I stared at another dead man. While in the corner of the room, a woman was shaking in fear, looking at me.

I didn't care how much she saw me, she would never recognize me anywhere. Not behind this mask.

The woman held her clothes around her tightly and I was sure she was relieved I just escaped her from this jerk.

Without saying anything, I walked out from the room, intentionally let my feet stepped on the dead man.

I couldn't stay any longer or the authority would catch me.

I ran fast using the roof and just in a few minutes, I already far from there.

Sighing deeply, I opened the mask from my face and took a deep breath.
After I broke the mask in two, I threw it away. It's useless to keep it since there's to many blood on it.
There would be a new one at home later.

I stopped my step at the highest roof that I could get and looked up.

Stars.

Many stars above.
Suddenly my mind brought me to the moment when I was just a kid.
But before the memory took me away, I blocked it.

No, it's not the time to think about that. I wasn't created for that.

I focused my mind on something else. On a sentence that I knew as my strength to do all of these.

'Mom said we have to stop being weak, Gemma.'

Yes, brother. I heard you.
I'm not weak!!

And with that, I ran back home.

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Prologue is done

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27/08/2017 (Edited on 02/08/2020)

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