These Chains Aren't As Heavy As These Tears {Under Rewrite}

No Hard Feelings, Right?

Mabel and Mason shared sinister smiles as they stood in front of the school. "Got the poison, sister?" Mabel nodded. Mason smirked. "Remember the plan, brother?" Mason grinned wickedly. That was enough for Mabel. She cackled as they walked through the front doors.

"They should be calling for us any moment now," Mabel whispered to Mason. As soon as she said it, the classroom phone rang. The teacher talked on the phone for a minute before looking in their direction. "Mabel, Mason, councilor's office."

Mason entered the room, Mabel following behind him. "Sit," the councilor ordered. They sat in the two padded chairs in front of his desk. "Now, Ms. Gleeful, we'll start with you. What do you like to do for fun?" Mabel grinned. "Well..."

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"Mr. and Ms. Gleeful, I am afraid to inform you that your parents will have to enroll you in a mental hospital." 'Oh, yes. You should be afraid,' Tyrone thought darkly. He asked if he could use the bathroom. Mabel took he hint and asked the same thing. The councilor sighed but nodded, ordering them to come back right after they finish. Once they were on the hallway, the twins exchanged glances. They both nodded at each other and headed to the bathrooms. They weren't lying when they said they needed to use them.

Once they were done, Mabel and Mason met in front of the door. "Ready?," Mason asked. Mabel grinned. "Oh yeah, I'm ready." Mason returned her grin and opened the door. Mabel waited for her brother to enter the counselor's room. She watched him act out the plan perfectly. Finally, the moment she'd been waiting for. She snuck in, the bottle in her hand. She tiptoed over to the desk. Opening the bottle, she emptied the contents into the coffee mug. She smiled wickedly as she got back out without no one noticing. She watched as the counselor took a sip of the coffee. She watched as he fell to the ground, coughing up blood. And she watched as her brother smiled just as wickedly at the dead body twitching on the ground. Their plan succeeded.

Mason felt something snap inside him. It was sudden, and it was new. He grinned wickedly at the dead body. Slowly, he started to giggle. Then he started he full-out laugh. His cackling filled the room. "That was fun!," he howled into the air. He stared at his hands. "I-I want to do mo-ore," he whispered, his pupils now half of the size they should be. His face was demented. Mabel suddenly felt worried. He looked truly insane. She never actually saw him like this before. She took a step back, but didn't let her eyes betray her slight fear. 'What's happening to him?'