SP fanfic: The Darkly Brothers

Chapter 4

Monday 31st December 

"Good one Omen" Crepuscular said "Again"

Omen nodded as he went for a double jab. The first night Omen stayed at Crepuscular's place, five robbers have came and broke in. Omen managed to take out three of them, but two of them remained. 

If Marksim hadn't teleported in Crepuscular at the last second, Omen would have died from the gunshot that was aimed at his head.

Crepuscular decided that he'd train Omen since he had enemies from his 'business'. Omen figured that'd be more to this, however, he didn't ask any questions as he believed that it was too private for him to know. He isn't really a nosy person either, so he shrugged off the vague explanation.

"You sure do know how to pack a punch" Crepuscular exclaimed "Training ends for now. Get some rest"

Omen nodded and left the backyard by entering Crepuscular's small house. The house was one storey.

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[DESCRIPTION OF HOUSE]

When you entered from the front, you'll first meet the living room connected with the kitchen from forward away. On the left wall of the living room, is an opening which leads to a hallway. The hallway then had two doors on each side, and one door at the end. Each leading to some kind of room. The two doors on the left and the one at the end were the bedrooms. On the right, the door closest to the end of the hallway was the bathroom, while, the other door lead to the laundry room, which then had a door that lead outside at the background. Bam, there you have it. Crepuscular's somewhat small home.

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Exiting the laundry room, Omen bumped onto Marksim in the hallway. "Watch it" He snarled. Omen apologised and went to the kitchen. Marksim flinched when he heard him say sorry. "Every goddamn time, even if it's not his fault" He grumbled.

In the kitchen, Omen made himself some toast and ate it.

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The man was outside cleaning his backyard when a certain black-haired boy slamed the door open. "Well, hello M--"

"You" The boy snarled as he stomped towards him "You knew about the credit card!"

"What credit card?" The man smirked. The boy clenched his fists and desperately wanted to punch him, but he knew the man was more powerful than him. He would never admit that so..
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He stupidly went for a punch behind his back.

Without any bare effort needed the man simply grabbed the boy by the collar and tossed him backwards, and by 'tossed' the author means, that the boy was sent flying across to the other side. However, using his magic the boy managed to avoid any serious harm done upon him. 

"You haven't been doing a very good job" The man smiled "You're suppose to be his friend. Approach him, comfort him, befriend him. Get close to him, then stab him in the back"

The boy, surprisingly, remained quiet.

"But what do you do? Push him away as far as possible" The man continued "You guys are barely acquaintances. Will you at least try to become a friend at least?" 

The boy-whose gaze has been on the ground the whole time-looked up to the man and replied "I'm not sure if I really want to do that"

The man arched an eyebrow "Don't want to do what?"

"Be friends with him for the sake of your stupid plan!"

The man grew silent and the boy resumed "I'd gladly be his friend if it wasn't for the fact that it's to benefit us! He's..he's too nice. I don't know if I even want to do this..should I even be doing this? I..I want to call this off.."

The man slowly walked towards the boy, crouched down and spoke in an eerily whisper...
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"You will listen to what I say. Do you remember why you came in the first place? To find your mum. Now, hop along, Marksim. I'm sure Omen is in the kitchen right now"