Somewhere in a dark world, there lived two brothers, Isaiah, the youngest and most oblivious one, he loved his brother, never knowing the effects and damage of death, Jimmy, the oldest brother, he knew about the dangers of the outside world, they never left their house, and whoever came to their house was killed. Isaiah was only 7 when a young red head came by, she had beautiful blue eyes, maybe around 17 or 18 years old, Isaiah never talked to any of the strangers that came and never will, Jimmy took each one, picked each one off, girls, boys, young, old, the youngest never knew and was always was upstairs, playing a Mario or Phoenix Wright game as the older brother’s victims were gagged with a wet cloth tied tightly on their mouths and hands tied with more cloth. Jimmy smiled, not a normal smile however, a devilish and killer one, the blonde was sleeping and untied, luckily she wasn’t snoring or moving around on the steel table beneath her, silently, Jimmy poured a bit of the poison into her mouth, her green eyes flung open
“Too late~!” he laughed slightly, she stared at him, eyes watering with tears also wide with fright and they soon closed, breath stopped, dead “Yay me, it’s the twentieth victim!” he moved the body to the machine behind him “See ya girl” he tossed her onto the machine’s ramp and pushed the rusty grey button on the wall, it started up a soft growl, Jimmy sat onto a wooden chair and looked at the wall.
The words, “Your SPECIAL!” was written on the wall in black marker, Jimmy wrote that for Isaiah, now he could never see it
I have to get rid of him tears formed in Jimmy’s eyes as he frowned
He can’t come down here he looked over to his right where a cabinet stood; the bottom drawer was opened and revealed a knife. That’s it, he walked up to his brother’s room, a small bottle was held in his hand “Isaiah?” he knocked “You need to take your medicine!” his brother had a sickness and kept had to take a special liquid medicine to make sure he doesn’t get any injuries from it, but Jimmy had pulled a trick on him. Isaiah took a small sip from the bottle, his brown eyes widened slightly then closed, he fell unconscious as Jimmy picked him up and sighed
“Broth…er….?” He mumbled, Jimmy did something he thought he’d never do. He left the house.
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Cursed (Venturiantale Fanfiction)
Fanfiction“Happy ever after” A fairly simple ending of friendship and happiness, all stories have that of course. No not all, this story is filled with the background of a young boy, cursed to die when 20, he imagines of death and destruction. His new adoptiv...
