The wind howls loudly throughout the neighborhood, quickly passing through the blue-green locks of the green eyed male. This male continues to un-weed the small garden in front of his seemingly two story house. As the wind picks up, a loud scream echoes across the long street.

“Ace! I got the seeds!”

The green-eyed male, known as Ace, turns around with a smile on his face, happy to see something other than dirt, bugs, and plants. As the child approaches Ace, his face becomes clearer. The child has large blue eyes, and his turquoise hair seems to shine in the sun. A smile is evident on both of their faces, happy to be near each other, even if they were sweating like pigs.

“Hi, Wendell. I’ll take the seeds; you go get cleaned up.”

“Okay. I’ll go get you some lemonade!”

Wendell darts into the house, up the stairs, and into the small bathroom. He steps into the shower and quickly washes his body. Scars litter the eight-year-old’s body, reminding him of the horrible nights he’s spent being abused by one of the people he thought he could trust. Wendell walks into his room and throws on a random outfit: boxers, khaki shorts, and a black tank top. After throwing on socks and shoes, the child runs into the kitchen and opens the fridge.

“Does it matter what flavor of lemonade?!” He yells across the house.

“Surprise me!”

The blue-eyed male grabs a large pitcher of pink lemonade and two small glasses before running back to his twin brother. Ace puts the last of the seeds in the ground before taking a glass and smiling at the younger twin. They pour themselves a glass before sitting down on the porch and allow themselves to relax after a long day of labor. Ace looks over at his brother, staring especially at the scars on his body.

“I’m so sorry, W.”

Said male looks up, confused as to why his brother be apologizing, along with why he would be calling him by his nickname.

“Sorry for what? You haven’t done anything.”

Ace grabs Wendell’s arm and raises it into the air. Wendell looks down as Ace starts to cry, finally pointing out the several cut scars littering his arms.

“”Haven’t done anything.” What the fuck do you meAN I HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING?! YOU’RE COVERED IN SELF HARM AND ABUSE SCARS! I JUST LET HIM BEAT YOU! WHO DOES THAT?!”

Their conversation is silenced as the familiar red car pulls into the driveway. Ace quickly wipes his eyes, making sure not to show any weakness to the devil sitting only a few meters away from him. A leg steps out and Ace stands up, immediately hiding his brother behind him.

“Good afternoon, boys. The house and garden look beautiful. I knew I could count on you two.”

The man, the two of them have been forced to call father, steps into the house, immediately grabbing a beer from the fridge. As he sits down, the twins quickly clean up their mess and head straight to their rooms. As they sit on the floor, Ace quickly hugs his trembling brother.

“He seems to be in a good mood. Maybe we won’t have to deal with any of that tonight.”

Wendell nods, trying to believe what his brother is saying.

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“SHITHEADS! GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!”

The twins bolt up, immediately shaking at the sound of their father’s angry voice. They both slowly travel down the stairs, only to regret it as they see an annoyed, angry adoptive-father standing there with a knife. As soon as he spots them, he grabs their arms and drags them down the stairs, toward the basement.

“I should’ve never adopted you dumb fucks. The only reason I did was because chicks love kids. Now that I’ve already found someone, you’re no longer needed.”

As they reach the bottom of the stairs, the twins notice a busty woman standing next to a large heater. Their father ties their hands behind their backs before giving the woman the knife. She holds the large knife over a lighter, allowing the handle to heat up.

“What’re you doing?!” Ace screams, fear evident in his eyes.

“None of your business, fucktard!”

The man kicks Ace in the gut before throwing him toward the other side of the room.

“Shitheads, meet your new mom. She’s gonna help me dispose of your bodies after I murder you. I’m done with you both, and if I send you back, you might speak.”

“Wimp.” Wendell whispers, his hair covering both of his eyes.

“What did you say!? Speak up, you fuck.”

Their father grabs the heated knife and points it toward Wendell’s right eye.

“Wimp.”

The father’s eyes dilate and his face reddens in anger before he plunges the burning handle right into the eight-year-old’s eye. Wendell screams out in pain and Ace can’t help but cry out. The man drops Wendell before standing right in front of the older twin. He lifts the knife before plunging it right into Ace’s heart. The man, along with the sinister woman, laughs out before dropping the knife and walking up the stairs.

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Wendell slowly stands to his feet, wobbling as he can no longer see through his right eye. He looks behind him, only to see the dead, bloody corpse of his brother.

“A-Ace?!”

He slides to his brother’s side and places his head onto his lap.

“Ace! My god. Ace, please wake up!”

Wendell stands up and walks over to the large knife that was discarded in the corner of the room.

A tear falls down his cheek as he runs his finger along the handle. Wendell quickly grabs the lighter from the floor, along with gasoline, before running up the stairs. As he reaches the top, he spots his father and his bitch making out on the couch, watching hell knows what. He walks up behind them and taps their shoulders. As they turn around, Wendell lifts the knife and decapitates the both of them.

“That’s for ruining my life, you fucks.”

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The blue-eyed male quickly distributes gasoline along the whole house, making sure to hit every place. He grabs his brother, throws the lighter, and walk out of the house. After walking for a while, he stops at the graveyard and grabs a discarded shovel. When he finishes digging the hole, Wendell carefully places Ace into the hole and covers him up. He carves into a stump and places it above his grave.

“Rest in peace, Ace. I promise I’ll visit you.”

Wendell walks into the forest for a while, no longer having a purpose in life. He spots a lake, and having nothing to do, he rests by it. He bolts up at the sound of a twig snapping. His eyes widen as he sees another person in the forest. The person smirks before holding out their hand.

“My name’s Mowow. What brings you here?”