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Eyes a crystal blue, one a shade lighter than the other, hair a beautiful blonde, with black tipping at both its roots and ends, She had a soft and kind demeanor which contrasted that of her appearance. Accompanied with a white strapless crop top, she wore a cropped black and red letterman jacket that bore the words “Heart Breaker" engraved into a heart on the back. Furthermore, she donned black shorts that stopped mid of her thighs, followed by one thigh-high, the other knee-high stockings, and white, black, and red converses. A black choker tied with a heart at the front laced her neck alongside two gold ringed earrings that pierced her ear, and upon closer inspection, she had a cracked heart tattoo just below her right eye, another reading the word "Lovesick" on her chest. Right next to her, her brother, twin brother to be exact. Although they look nothing like each other, they were identical. Where she had light blonde hair, he had dark dainty blonde similarly tipped with black. Her eyes were blue, with his being green. She had a beauty mark above the left side of her lip and he had freckles. He bore a black spade tattoo below his left eye. Their names were an interest in themselves, Ari and Evan. They were oddly normal. Throughout the day, the two of them stayed relatively close to one another when going to their next class,even when they were standing next to their lockers. However, after lunch, the girl was nowhere to be seen, leaving her brother in class by himself. When asked about her, he simply stated that their guardian checked her out.. A period later, he had gone missing as well. As the tardy bell sounded Mrs.Sera announced that we had a visitor. Oddly enough, a police officer showed up, asking first if we were all there. Of course, with both of them gone, we were short two kids. His name was Officer Mckinley, and he wanted to talk to us about our safety. He asked us how we got home ,when we got home and the area that they were located in. He warned us how it was dangerous to be out late and that he'd rather us stay inside. When asked why he was worried about us being out so late. He proceeded to tell us how there was a possible chance of a serial killer being in the area. "There are many cases of both adults and teens such as yourselves going missing." He removed what I'd assume to be a case file from his bag. "Within a six-day limit of the said person going missing, the decapitated head belonging to that person will show up." He carried a remorseful sorrow on his face. "You said that you were short two kids, no?" "That's correct two, siblings Ari and Evan Valentine." Mrs.Sera replied
"I see. Do any of you happen to know where Mr. and Ms. Valentine live?" He said addressing us once again.
"Well, being that the two of them just transferred today, that would be highly unlikely, Mr. Mckinley." Mrs. Sera stated blatantly. "However, if my memory serves me right, Jonas would be the closest to them."
"Well, Mr. Jonas from what you've told me earlier, you leave school and go straight home, which is very responsible, might I add. Would it trouble you too much to ask if you would deliver this news to the twins?"
"Oh sure, I wouldn't mind that at all, Mr. Mckinley, sir," I said with unwavering excitement.
"The twins stay on Wild-street avenue. It shouldn't be that far, should it?"
"Not at all, Mrs. Sera," I said smiling, with my teeth. Not that far! That's a whole three-mile walk from my house.! "Normally, the force would handle this issue on our own, but with the shortage of hands around, we're not able to get everything done." He thanked me and told me that if and when I see any suspicious individuals that I should go up to the nearest house and phone the police immediately. As I was on the way to their home, passing mine by, I couldn't help but think back to the report Mr. Mckinley showed us. The cut looked like it was clean, that there wasn't an ounce of struggle. This means either the killer is quite vigorous, or they know what they're doing. While observing, I took note that the victim didn't die of a stab wound. Instead, they suffered a stroke due to an immense loss of blood. Wait, that doesn't make sense. If they died before the head was removed, then what caused the blood loss. Did the body have an injury to it? That would have to be it, but that still leaves an obvious question. What happened to the body? Forsaking the dark depths of my wandering mind, I found that I had arrived and nearly passed my destination. The house wasn't large but it did have a driveway. In it sat a Xentoro Maxis, with white, silver, and black lining it. The house had a low concrete fence that later split and rose into a higher one when nearing the back. Trees frequent the perimeter and inner areas of the house. Other than those features, it looked like a two-story suburban home. Ringing the doorbell, I took in the closer aspects of the house. The house was a cream white and pastel blue. Light pastel pink was traced and shaded into each of the colors creating an aesthetically pleasing color. "Yes?" A soft, meek and, thoroughly charming voice interrupted my thoughts. "Aren't you that boy that followed us around all day?"
"No! Well, yes, but it wasn't intentional! We have the same classes after all." I said as my voice gradually faded, opposite that of my current embarrassment. She let out a soft giggle and smiled as she opened the door fully. "I was only teasing you. You don't seem like the type to follow others around."
"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, for all you know. I could be a killer that likes to kidnap people. I'd be able to abduct you with that mindset." She tilted her head and looked off, looking as though she was contemplating what I said. "Well, then I guess I should be honored that you'd think of me as the perfect target for kidnap." She replied, smiling once more. "You obviously came here for a reason, but before that do come in, it's dangerous around here."
"You're just gonna invite a stranger into your home?"
"Who said you're a stranger? We know each other's names, isn't that enough?" She said holding the door for me to come in. "Evan went somewhere and won't be back for a while, so it's just the two of us." The inside of the home was just as aesthetic as the outside. The walls were colored with an array of pastels. The furniture was either a wooden white with a black cushion or one of the many pastels that colored the room. "I see you like my decorations. Evan said it was a bit much but, deep down, I know he finds the colors comforting."
"Yeah, they are comforting. I guess it's the satisfying feeling of seeing the colors mix into one another," I said sitting down on the couch to which I had previously been ushered. "Putting that aside, the reason I came here was at the request of Officer Mckinley. He wanted to tell you and your brother that the both of you should be careful."
"Is it about the recent killings and missing people?"
"Yea, how'd you know, even I didn't know and, my mom watches the news every day."
"I have a family that works in that particular field. She told us about it before we came here."
"Then why would you come here still knowing that?"
"Point blank curiosity, I guess." She replied, following me as I walked towards the door.
"Haven't you ever been told curiosity kills the cat?" She once again tilted her head and giggled, all the while smiling.
"Well, it's a good thing I'm not a cat, huh?" She watched me as I walked down the driveway, bidding me farewell and a safe journey home. "What did I tell you about visitors," Evan stated walking behind me.
"Will you calm down? He just wanted to warn us about Damien,"
"You gave him a name?" He questioned, looking as though I'm the craziest person in the world. (If I were, I wouldn't be surprised.)
"People always get us mixed. I don't see the problem with it, plus it fits his moody demeanor."
"We don't know that it's him doing this, don't just assume."
"Yes, because kidnapping two mentally unstable, intelligent kids only to ask them how they grew up doesn't scream psychopath."
"What if he just wanted to conversate?"
"With two kids? Ones he kidnapped at that?"
"Whatever."
"Do you remember that saying dad always said to us?" I asked sitting, down on our pastel blue couch. "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer?"
"Mhm, and that's what I'm doing with our little guest."
"Don't you think you're a little paranoid? He isn't our enemy." Evan scoffed sitting next to me. "Not yet, he isn't. I've noticed our dear guest is very observant. He could bring us trouble down the line. It'd be best to keep our eyes on him."
"There you two are."
"Oh, Hi Jordy, what's up?"
"We have a little problem. Jarvis has been causing some trouble down at the border."
"East or West?"
"North."
"Were they able to stop him?"
"They didn't get a chance."
"What do you want us to do?"
"I don't know, but whatever it is, it needs to happen fast and cleanly. Nathan will be home soon.""Right. We'll be back in an hour or so." Evan stated holding the car keys near me, "You or me? Who's driving?"
As stated by Jordy, we began on our way to the southern border. Gulp. "Are you okay?"
"Not really, no."
I turn the radio in hopes that maybe some soft Bruno Mars would hopefully calm Evan down. He was his favorite singer after all. "Do you ever think about them?"
"Who?"
"You're victims."
"Dad told us that we shouldn't do that or we'd hesitate, we'd be weak."
"Yeah, bu-"
"EVAN!" I shouted, slamming my foot on the break. "Evan, we have to do what dad says or else. You know this as well as I do."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I asked." He replied in a monotone voice slumping back in his seat. We rode in a few minutes of silence before Evan spoke up again. "So, what's the plan?"
"Same as usual." A few more minutes of silence. "I do."
"What?"
"I think about my victims all the time," I answered, sighing all the while. "It hurts sometimes." I could hear the gears turning in Evan's head as I spoke. "Why?"
"It makes me aware that I'm not normal, that I could never be normal, let alone human."
"Do you cry?"
"Sometimes."
"So I'm not alone?"
"You won't tell dad, right?"
"Not if you won't."
"Then I won't."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
Upon entering the southern border base, we became acutely aware of three things. 1. All of the guards we established in the area are one with the ground. 2. The entire area was a huge mess, one that we would most likely have to clean. Last but not least, 3. Someone seems to have left our dear friend Jarvis hanging. With a pole in his chest, that is. Another thing we were quick to pick up on is that our "guards" just so happen to be missing their heads. "Well, that's unfortunate," I started analyzing Jarvis' now deceased body, taking note that his head happens to be missing as well. "I don't mean to state the obvious, but our little friend ain't human."
"You can tell?" Ethan stated, surprised, currently trying not to trip over the countless bodies surrounding the area. "Yes, you forget Dad's little experiment left me with a very well-working nose," I started walking in what seemed to be a pit. "And here I thought this couldn't get any worse. I suppose ill try to track them down."
"Alright, I'll catch up to you soon," I responded watching, my sister walk further into the woods. Dad's Experiments. When she said it, I could tell it hung heavy on both her tongue and head. Oh well, she'll get over it. She always does. It scares me sometimes. How easy it is for her to forget about the things she has done. I mean, I've done horrible things as well, but they haunt me on a day-to-day basis. Sometimes it even hurts. A painful shrill cry pierced the dead silent air as water droplets fell from the pitch-black sky. Well, that didn't take her long at all. Then again, it never does; she was never one to wait around. I quickly start in the direction of the cry, mentally preparing myself for what awaited me. Well ill be. She was more careful this time. However, that still doesn't change the fact that a Wendigo, which she had been fighting, didn't even stand the slightest chance against her. Its body had been horrifyingly mutilated, tears stained its face and ran cold into the blood that tainted its mouth. The limbs that just so happen to be attached to were, broken and bent in ways no body with a bone structure should. I looked to my sister, only to see that she was crying as if someone had slapped her into the next year. Her face still held its stoic graceful expression. I wonder what it is that she is crying about, oh well it's not like it matters. She'll forget anyway. She always does.