Mr. Devil (18+)

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"John, I'm home!"
I walked into the apartment that my brother am I shared. I placed my keys on the table in the foyer and hung my coat in the closet. I looked around the foyer and noticed things knocked over and out of place.
"That's weird," I whispered. John is a super neat freak. He would've never just walked past this mess.
"John?"
I walked into the living room. The couch's back was facing me and the two recliners were on either side. I noticed the window next to the tv open, blowing the curtains around. I walked around the furniture to close the window.
When I turned around, my heart clenched in my chest. My hand flew over my mouth as a sob took over and I ran to his body.
He was laying in the floor in front of the couch, surrounded by a pool of blood. There was a hole in the middle of his forehead.
"John," I cried. I shook him, trying to make him wake up. Wanting this to be some sick joke and him to sit up laughing. But, he didn't.
I held his head in my lap, soaked in his blood.
I let out a scream like nothing I had ever heard. The sound ripped through me. The ground shook and I heard things in the kitchen shattering. A second later, the windows to the apartment burst, sending glass everywhere. I couldn't even focus on the fact that my scream had done that. I could only focus on the body laying in my floor. My brother. Gone. Forever.