Beginnings

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Zain Valemdin sat in the darkness with his brother, Vlad. They were twins and lived at East-Brick orphanage, the worst-rated orphanage in the country. "I really don't want you to do it", sixteen-year-old Zain pleaded, "It will come and bite back". Vlad waved his brothers concern off, "It will be fine", he said, "It's routine". Zain had black hair, a short black beard and green eyes. Vlad had black hair and green eyes as well but was clean-shaven. They were both 6'2 with an average build. "I'm not covering for you", Zain said, "Just quit". "That's the thing, I can't", Vlad said, getting his shoes on and uncovering a Glock from underneath his bed. Zain looked worried for his brother, he was the only family he had. "Plan my funeral if I'm not back by eight", Vlad joked, heading out their room. Zain was left on his bed, thinking. He hoped his brother wouldn't get shot. He would have an agonizing two hours to wait to see if his brother was okay or not. 

This is only the beginning.

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