Hey everyone this is my first fanfic ever! So please don't be too harsh, however, you may give me your opinions and such. This is not going to be a romance toward Billy and my OC, it's going to be a bit more interresting and rather "nail biting." So, let me know what you think so far, and don't be afraid to be honest, so I can have a vote whether or not to keep on writing. Thank you! Oh, and I do not own ANYTHING or ANYBODY from Death Sentence.
Chapter 1 … Tragedy
"Brendon, you're such a kiss ass!" my younger brother, Luke, yelled at my twin brother.
"Hey!" my mother scolded Luke, as she took some dishes to the sink.
Brendon innocently put a hand on his chest, "God gave me the skills, I can't help it."
I giggled at my brother's bickering. Luke glared at me and Brendon, "Mom, I need to go kill myself."
"Of course you do, Lukey," I responded with a smirk on my face as I threw a pea at him.
He turned to mom quickly, "Can I please be excused?"
Mom quickly responded with a 'no', and he turned back to his plate with an eye roll. "I have creeps for siblings."
"And we have a dork for a brother," I replied.
Brendon laughed with a mouth full of food. Mom stormed in the dining room angrily, "Okay," she pointed at Luke, "You stop right now." She then turned to me and hit my shoulder lightly, "And you should know better."
"He started it," I pouted.
Mom took some dishes to the sink, "Let's be a family, shall we?"
Luke rolled his eyes, "Can I say 'no'?"
"No," mom said as she started washing the dishes.
Luke banged his fist onto the table, "I demand emancipation. Okay, I want a lawyer. I'm filing right-"
Brendon appropriately smacked Luke on the back of the head.
"I'm home!" dad yelled as he entered the house.
"Now," Luke finished his sentence, giving Brendon a dirty look.
"Hey!" mom responded to dad happily. I swear that woman was bipolar.
"Sorry I'm late," dad said walking into the kitchen, "and missed dinner."
Dad sat down at the table while mom got him a plate of food. I got up to put my plate and the other dishes in the sink. I walked over to dad to hug and kiss him on the cheek, "Hi daddy."
"Hi baby."
"I'm off to bed so-"
"This early?" dad furrowed his eyebrows.
"Well, yeah. I have been all night studying for my test last night. I'm pooped."
"How do you think you did?"
"Usual," I smiled.
"Another 'A' on the 'fridge?" dad smiled and winked at me.
I snorted as mom put her arm around my shoulders.
"Hey, Elle," Brendon broke the silence. "You're going to my game tomorrow night, right?"
"You know it," I responded as I punched him in the arm.
"Well, what about Luke's game?" mom asked.
"I went to his last game, so now it's Brendon's turn."
Luke shrugged his shoulders, "Fair enough."
I ruffled his hair as I walked out of the kitchen, "'Night everyone."
"'Night," they responded almost in unison
The next day, Saturday, went by pretty quickly. It was six o'clock when Brendon's game started. I wore a Metallica shirt, dark skinny jeans, a white studded belt, my favorite fish net gloves that went to my forearms, and high-top converses. I also wore Brendon's freshmen hockey jacket, to show him good luck. By the end of the game, Brendon made the winning goal. Dad and I talk about the game until we got into the car.
For a while, dad mainly talked, or should I say complained, about my dark make-up. So, I changed the subject back to Brendon's winning goal. Dad didn't seem to mind and complimented Brendon more.
"That was one heck of a game kid, I'm proud of ya."
"Seriously, Bren, that was sick!" I commented.
Brendon grinned back at us, "Thank you and thank you."
"Love the way you handled the puck," dad said as we laughed.
Brendon suddenly looked down at his hands, "So, uh, some of the guys were talking about maybe going to college in Canada."
'Oh, great. A way to break the ice, bro.' I smacked the back of his head.
"Hey, don't hit your brother," dad snapped at me. "So, Canada? Canada is far."
"You still have Luke, and Elle will only be in New York."
"Now there's a comfort," dad said as Brendon looked at me.
"Daddy," I groaned at his lame joke.
"Oh, I'm only kidding. If you don't get to kid about your kids, you'll lose your mind. You'll both see one day. Look, Bren you had a good game and a few other good games, but professional hockey, is that what we're talking about here Bren?"
Brendon laughed nervously, "well, maybe. I don't know."
"And this is coming from your extensive professional sports background?" I asked smirking.
"No, my extensive risk assessment background," dad stated as he looked at me through the rearview mirror. "Thank you very much. Risks, liabilities; the stuff of life my children."
Brendon chuckled, "No, it's the stuff of your life, dad; the thrilling life."
Dad laughed and put his hat on my head, "Hey, don't make fun of your father, bums. IT's the only one you're going to get. I guess we could talk to Coach Walger and research school in Canada and someone who can educate us on hockey versus law school."
Brendon rubbed his temples, "Dad."
"What?"
"Educate us?" I asked giggling.
"Look, I just want to play some hockey."
"Well, I guess it's the only fair, since Elle is going to college for her art," dad said smiling at me.
I smiled back, remembering the argument I had with my parents when I told them I wanted to go to Julliard to study art.
"Hey, lights," dad mumbled to himself as he flashed his headlights to coming up cars heading toward us without their lights on. I suddenly got the urge to tell dad to turn around, but before I could say anything, the cars were gone.
"Dad," Brendon broke my trance. "What were you saying?"
Dad looked at me through the rearview mirror and then turned to Brendon, "I-I said we would look into it. Just don't tell your mother; both of you."
"I would never," my twin and I said in unison.
Suddenly the two cars from earlier came back, but this time they came from behind us. The sped up as they were now on the both sides of the car. The cars sped up in front of us and continued down the street and turned on a corner.
"What the heck is on express way?" dad asked himself. There was a low beep noise coming from the car and dad groaned. "Oh, great, we're low on gas."
Dad stopped at the nearest gas station. He got out putting some gas in the car. Brendon turned in his seat to look at me and smirked, "Usual?"
I smiled back, "I'll go with."
We both got out of the car and playfully hit each other. Dad raised his head tiredly, "Where do you two think you're going?"
Brendon stopped hitting me and replied, "Need my foods, dad."
"Oh, yeah, almost forgot about you two and your slushies."
I pointed inside the gas station, "They have them, right?"
"That or something wore in there for you. Do you have money?" Brendon answered with a yes and dad nodded. "Okay, a quick in and out, we gotta get back home."
"Alright," my twin said as I pushed him forward. We continued to mess around while getting our drinks until three men in masks storm in with shotguns.
"Get the fuck down or I'll blow your fucking head off!" A man with a red mask yells as he pointed to the gun at the terrified cashier. He then turned to me, "I said get the fuck down, bitch!"
I couldn't move or breathe. The man with the red mask cocked the gun. Brendon pushed me to the ground, and I heard the man in the red mask mumble something. I went to look at him when I saw another masked man with a machete in his hand, walk over to Brendon. The guy with the red mask grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into his chest. I watch the man with the knife raise it into the air and slice my brother's throat open. I felt so helpless watching him bleed from his throat rapidly.
I thrashed around in the man's arms, trying to get to my dying brother. I felt so pathetic when all I could do was scream out his name. Everything was going so fast that I didn't remember being pushed into a red car. I was grabbed by someone in the back seat as my heart was pounding through my chest. My vision became a blur. I felt like I was in a dream or an illusion. The person holding onto me was now breathing in my ear. All I wanted was to go back to the previous night at the dinner table, bickering with my siblings and mom.