The Victoriano Twins; The Evil Within Story

Ruben

Aelin put out her cigarette on the fire escape and crawled back threw the window to turn off the beeping from the microwave.

"Funny how you still find use for that old, oily piece of shit."

Aelin turned to Sam leaning on the wall. He wasn't supposed to be home yet. That was what the timer was for.

"You're still paying for a new one after microwaving those dolls." She said, but he didn't respond to her. He just pulled out a grey slip of paper from the crease of his arm- a receipt.

"What the hell were you doing buying three gallons of gasoline." He demanded, untwining his arms and stepping toward her.
She pushed him away.

"Don't worry about it." She said, heading to her room. "Seriously. Don't." She barely cocked her head at him, and didn't even close the door halfway as he forced it open and looked at her with raw distrust. Expected.

"You were going to burn Mom's house down, weren't you." It wasn't a question, but he still wanted admission.

"It doesn't take a small house fire to diminish all she's built. But it does take a fire to send her money to hell with her."

Sam looked like she had just sold her soul for band tickets. So this was about their inheritance, and Aelin didn't want anything to do with it. She had never asked anything of their Mother, even if she tried to give them the world, Aelin would rather cut off her tongue than take anything from her once she emancipated herself.

"I'm going to burn it down with that house."
And I'll be in there to rot with it all.
Is what she didn't add.

But Sam already got that.
"Like hell you are." He whispered, and grabbed her by the arm. He dragged her to the dining room as her feet forcefully followed. Sam gripped the metal chain around the fire escape, then wrenched it off hard enough that it knocked over a small gaming console.

Aelin made no sound, just struggled under his grip.

Of course, she was stronger. A heartbeat after she got loose she wrenched her arm away hard enough to leave a stinging sensation. She ran, but he was much faster.

Tackling, fighting, biting like children. Sam pinned her with his knees and started tying her legs with chains.

It was rare Aelin felt anything that wasn't pain, but at this moment anger spazzed at her. She shouted, and clawed at his back, but he continued. She could scream her lungs out and he would acknowledge her till he was ready.

When Sam was done, he picked Aelin up, threw her on the bed in her room and locked the door. She cursed until he was headed out the door to dump three gallons of gasoline down the sewers.

كجخ

Ruben Victoriano stared as his daughter rushed into the little shop.

He knew why he was here, because rarely anyone went here. He needed food, and materials for his experiments. She didn't return the smile to the cashier as he ran in, and she didn't even seem to notice him as she scavenged for something in the limited isles they had.

She seemed to force out "Gasoline." mid- question when the cashier asked what she was looking for. She went in the back, and finally, she looked to Ruben.

She couldn't force him out of here, he supposed, and he knew she wanted to look away as much as he. So she did, and without care. He didn't even open his mouth to speak when the cashier had already come out with a gallon.

He wanted to say something. What was he to say? Of course, he had thought that it was just an act, that she was just some actress sent to distract him from his work or a little "fuck you" from Hayden beyond the grave to guilt him.

No, the way her blue eyes where rimmed with gold and that nose, long and thin, those lips that where infuriatingly close to Laura's. She was a Victoriano.

Aelin Victoriano.

His daughter of seventeen years, one he didn't know about. And she was beautiful.
Those cruel eyes glanced his way, and she didn't show any interest in him whatsoever.
What was it of her that made her so different from him?

Everything. Nothing.

She checked out and quick paced to the door. Some selfish part of him wanted her to turn, to say something to him- to scoff or yell or something. Anything.

She did not.

Ruben watched as she left. Hayden had never been deceiving, not even a monster.
She had been an Alexithymiac, an emotionless being, but she seemed to care quite a bit for Ruben- before she left. But leaving and lying about why she did. No, she didn't care if he would of never found out. And she knew he would. But she wasn't alive to explain. Had she thought the children would be a burden? Well she was right.

They are, right now, a heavy one.
And to him, when she left, he wish he knew Hayden brought two others with her.

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