The Curse

Chapter 1- The evil twin

     It was going to be my turn tonight. I could feel it in my bones, the way that you knew it was about to rain when you saw storm clouds. But this was much worst than simple bad weather. It was a curse. A horrible curse that was going to choose me as it's next victim. There were more than 7 billion people on planet Earth to choose in so many different countries, and I had to be the unlucky one to get chosen. Chosen to replace Martha, my dead twin sister. She could've died much later on in life, of a better cause, but the curse had stopped that from happening.

     I guess that I should probably explain what I mean. What this whole 'curse' thing is. I mean, a curse? That's a word usually associated with outdated horrror movies or stories around the campfire. But this one's real. Well, no one knew how or when it had started, but one day, someone had started killing people. After a while, that person was caught by the cops and killed by execution a few days later after killing 5 inmates, and people thought that the problem was gone forever. That they could move on with their lives as if the whole ordeal hadn't happened at all. People were dead wrong though.. A new person took the executee's place exactly two weeks after he was killed, and the new guy was killing hundreds of people every week. An anonymous envelope was sent to a team of scientists that day. A blood sample, labelled with the killer's name. The scientists discovered something weird in the blood. Something that they had never seen nor could identify. Before they could administer further testing, however, the killer was brought to be executed, just like the last one had.

     Again, a new killer named Fred started murdering people exactly two weeks later and was pursued by the police force. And again, an anonymous blood sample was sent to the same scientists. After the same tests were administered, they found the same unidentifyable substance in the bloodstream. The scientists told their wives, and the wives told the neighbours. Pretty soon, everyone knew about the weird tale. The superstitious town could only explain it as one thing: a curse.

     Everytime the killer was executed, a new one came. Pretty soon, the problem became known by the entire world, since the killer kept appearing in a new country. The victims were fully consious during the killings, which made it so much worst for them. They had front-row seats to their crimes. They had to see the light die from their victims' eyes. How do I know this? Because my twin sister, Martha, was one of them. At 7 years old, poor, confused and forever traumatized Martha commited her first murder.

     At first, Martha told me everything. How scared she was and how awful she felt. Although I was terrified to be in the same room as her, I held her in my arms as she cried on my shoulder. She told me, when I had asked the question, that she couldn't fight against the curse. There was no way. It was too hard. It was like, as soon as she was told to kill someone, she was only a spectator. Like she was in the movie theater, watching it all go down on the big screen. However, she couldn't look away.

     While regular 7 year old girls playing with Barbies, she played with knives as she killed my father in his sleep. While regular 10 year old girls watched TV, she watched her victims beg for mercy as she forgot who I even was. And when regular 14th birthdays were spent eating cake, Martha was getting killed by our neighbour, Karen, who was furious after her son, Kevin, had been murdered by... guess who.

     I guess I should've seen it coming. This always happened to the victim. And I couldn't blame Karen. She probably assumed that the killer would appear in another town, far away from us. Besides. Karen hadn't killed Martha. Martha was already long gone.

     Her funeral happened a week later, her tombstone placed beside dad's. I sniffed as I watched them place the tombstone inside the earth, my twin and only sibling forever gone. Mom handed me a kleenex. She had come prepared. "She's in a better place, sweety." Mom assured me, but she didn't seem to be believing jt herself.

     Everyone thought that they would be done with the killings for at least a while. I mean, before Martha, it had been 20 years since my town hadn't been visited by the victim. But I knew that they were wrong. I could feel myself slowly being taken over. I hoped that it wasn't so.