The Victoriano Twins; The Evil Within Story

Samuel

Of course she had escaped the room, then the apartment. She left her chains hung up on the coat rack; a mockery.
He should of known better. He really should have. But he couldn't feel sorry for himself, not now.  Not as he crumpled up her letter and bolted out of the apartment complex in the fastest run of his life.

Sam, 

our whole lives we have grown up together. And our whole lives, you've tried to fix me.

Sams whole world shattered as he dropped the keys in an attempt to open the car. His body shuddered at the thought that soon, a whole lot more would shatter if he didn't hurry the hell up.

I can't live in a world where the only joy I feel comes from you. Somehow, someway, you make me feel happy, in the little moments we share.

He sped down the street, hurrying to their Moms apartment. He wouldn't fail her. He shouldn't fear failure, then it becomes a possibility.

Aelin had said that once. But what did she know about fear? Nothing, she knew nothing about fear but she somehow knew a whole hell lot about Sam.

But that is not enough. You don't make me happy enough. I want to go further, to see what's beyond this life.

He could smell smoke as he drove down their Mothers street. His heart drummed against his ribcage, Death himself grasping it in the palm of his hand. The house was in flames, yet none of the neighbors did anything? He was infuriated. Nobody stopped Sam as he ran straight into the flames.

Im not going because of Mom, or because of you, or because I'm depressed. But you know that.

He didn't care about the rippling flames, he pounded on the locked door until his knuckles bled.

I'm sorry.

Aelin, you heathen, you didn't even sign your name goodbye.

كجخ

When Aelin had broke in the house and locked every door and window, she couldn't help but feel like some broken, boring doll in a toy box. Maybe thats all this life was, just entertainment for a higher power, something beyond this life.

She would know that soon.

She was not afraid, and didn't rush. Taking time to smash every family picture in the house, every vase, and every single bottle of wine their mother had.

That took a little longer then she would have liked.

Aelin poured the gasoline, there was a fairly insignificant amount, but the flames were sure to grow in hunger as they erupted. One circle of gasoline around the living room, and over a hundred and seventy thousand dollars of a wasteful, obscene inheritance.

She wasn't one to gawk over money and she was sure Sam was the same. Human relationships, however, only Aelin found disposable.

She flicked her lighter. Sam would be here in a minute, or an hour, whenever, whatever, and it was time.

But she stilled, and peered her eyes to the open drawer. Someone had been in here after her and Sam left the other day.

Maybe she was distracting herself, but she was sure death wasn't waiting outside in his Mercedes, smoking a cigar waiting for her. She tugged on the already half open drawer, and sighed as she realized, they were just fucking scrapbooks. Sam had taken one the other day home with him. Just scrap books and old drawings and.. and tapes.

Aelin put a home video in the video box. It started off with Sam dancing, then Aelin throwing rocks at him in the trees, and Aelin chasing Sam with a stick to get him out of her room, then to their Mother faking a half smile with Felix.

Felix, the man Mother had brought into the house as a figure to the children. He was a happy man, and hyper, and emotional, and tall, very tall. Mom- Hayden never wanted the kids to turn out like her. So Felix was her monument to hide behind, to show the twins how to feel things like sorrow and joy and fury. It had worked for Sam, but not for Aelin. No, Hayden was no mother, no human either, to share a bed with a man who served only to raise her kids for her.

Sell her body, sell her soul, sell her kids. Whatever it would take not to collapse under the judgment of Gods will.

Her body wouldn't allow itself to feel it, but regardless Aelin was now familiar with what disgust was.

Aelin dropped the cigarette on the rug, and her whole world went up in flames.

كجخ

The angel crept around the blazing circle, waiting to devour her. The pounding on the door was drained out by the roar of the flames from the angels wings. He was too late. The television still played, melting mechanics and slowly breaking but lively- just like Aelin.

The angel entwined her arms with Aelins, devouring her flesh, sending her skin to the sky. Aelin snapped out of her limbo, right as Sam drove a car threw the house.

The house started with stairs, so you would have to walk up as soon as you walked in- unless you wanted to use the laundry room or take a piss.

Sam's car had obliterated those stairs faster then the angels blazing wings. He left the car to fend for itself as he climbed, actually climbed, up the steps.

He spotted Aelin and the fire caught up her sleeves, she watched him in silence. Even when he was on her in a second, patting down the flames, and the angel released her grip. And the darling thing let go, and lost itself in her own wings.

Sam had tears in his eyes, but Aelin spoke first. "Get out of here! Can't you see, it's already done. I'm nothing, I will be nothing."

Sam didn't listen as he picked Aelin up in rush, his jawline sunk into her hair as he headed toward the visible window. He kicked out the glass pane with his bare foot, it started to bleed even if he didn't flinch. There was so much more pain to avoid he didn't have the time to deal with it now. He could of died coming here, did he have a death wish? Or did he really care about his sister that much?

"Sam!" Below and ahead, wood was collapsing, and the angel entwined her arms around Sam and started to pull him into her chest. He wouldn't make it. She wouldn't make it.

"Sam!" Aelin screamed again, kicking her legs. No, not Sam.

He grunted, his bleeding foot sinking into the wood. But he leaned into her and yelled, "I love you!" He grunted and his body threatened to give out. Again, he spoke.
"Learn to love me, too."

Sam threw his sister out the second floor window, he heard a violent thud, and an even worse sound of his own ripping flesh and screams.

This was it, he would pay the price, sell his soul if only to gift Aelin with the humanity she deserved.