Dystopia

Chapter 12

It was a cold day in the Governing Elite grounds. The dark cloud hovering over the Raynott manor announced the storm that was yet to come.

 Mathew was in the kitchen pouring himself some water. He was lost in his thoughts, thinking about that day in the Auditorium. He wanted to see Eric, Oliver, and Ikay. He was worried about them. Were they alright? His mind drifted to think about Eric. Perhaps he could arrange a meeting with him someday. His thoughts then shifted more darkly. Mathew pondered on what Andrew had told him. He said he took something from him, but what did he take?

As Mathew continued to muse himself, his twin stepped inside the kitchen, undetected. Mathew was sitting on a chair at the dining table at the moment. Andrew slithered his way to the utensil drawer with the stealth of a shadow, and he silently opened it and took out a sharp silver knife. The menacing gleam shining in Andrew's blue eyes. 

He smiled wickedly as Mathew took a sip from his cup, still unawares. The scene was like that of a predator stalking its prey. Andrew walked behind Mathew, raised the knife, and brought it down fast to stab his twin's shoulder. Mathew screamed in agony and stared in horror at the sharp utensil in his shoulder. He looked further up to see Andrew smirking at him, his tears pricked his eyes..

"Afternoon . . . brother." Andrew spit the words like venom.

The pain radiated in immense waves throughout Matthew's body. He touched the knife and grunted in pain. Everything seemed slow. The teen's shock absorbed time itself.

"Why did you do that?!" Mathew screamed at the top of his lungs. "Why are you trying to kill me?!"

"Oh, brother mine, still so naïve. Father has made arrangements for you to inherit the power following his death. You're an obstacle to me. I must get rid of you to be the most powerful leader the Isolone has ever seen!"

Mathew gasped and dropped to the ground. His blood seeping through his clothes. This couldn't be.

 Andrew pounced onto Mathew and his knife dug deeper into his shoulder.  Andrew punched his face and Mathew screamed. He could taste his own blood dripping from his nose.

"We'll just say a burglar came in and killed you, deal?" Andrew smiled as he started to squeeze the life out of his twin's throat.

Mathew battled to get him off, but he was losing oxygen at a fast rate. He could feel the pressure starting to crush his trachea. He then gathered all his courage and strength to take out the knife in his shoulder and stab Andrew in the chest.

"Mathew! What have you done to your brother!!"

Mathew turned petrified to the source of the voice. He then saw, his mother and father standing in the doorway with shocked looks in their eyes. The blood left his face and he was pale as the snow. 

"Mathew . . ." his father breathed.

Andrew's eyes dimmed, and he collapsed on the ground. Blood quickly pooled in the marble floor.

"Andrew! Andrew stay with us! Please! James! James call the Doctor!" Mrs. Raynott yelled desperately as she pulled Andrew's body to her lap. She tried brushing the hair out of his face and keep him conscious. 

Mr. Raynott called Dr. Elixir through the emergency call button on the wall. Mathew staggered as he stood up, and felt numb at the scene. He just stabbed his brother, he just killed him.

"Doctor Elixir is on his way." Mr. Raynott turned to his murderous son and dialed a second number.

Andrew was losing blood by the second.

With a shriek in his voice, Mathew screamed:

"No, Father! Father no please don't do this! I didn't mean---I---h-he stabbed me first! Look! My shoulder! I was trying to defend--!"