Chapter 1

What if you knew you were dieing?

Not just 'old age' dieing, Not even 'disease' dieing.

What if it was murder?

Would you cry? Give up? Turn of the lights and pretend you don't exist?

I was 16 when It began. My brother, Jason and I were celebrating his 21st by graphiting in a deserted alley way. We were close, had each others backs. Our parents were divorced, didn't see dad much, mum took care of us. I remember when I was real little, Mum and dad were still together. We lived in Forks. She was so happy, the best mum in the world. I was only two when mum came home, packed our bags, took me and Jason and left Charlie. 6 months later she gave birth to twins, Nathaniel and Isabella. Jason says, she came home from her ultrasound and that she was different, anxious. Jason says she kept mumbling to herself it's ok, he wont hurt them but then she looked at Jason and it was like the light just went off and she mumbled It's started. My mum loves us, but sometimes when she sees the four of us, she looks at me and Jason and smiles, then she turns to the twins with a look of disgust and grabs a bottle of vodka.

Anyway, I was 16. Jason finished off the red paint and asked me to go to the stash to get another one. When I came back, he was getting the shit bashed out of him, the man that was beating him, was covered head to foot in black. Then he pulled out a knife. Jason and I locked eye contact, he didn't look scared….. He yelled at me to run but I couldn't. The man sliced shallow cuts into Jason's face, arms and legs. He didn't even care that I was there, watching. I ran to Jason knelt on my knees next to his bleeding body. He smiled at me and he said, 'I will love you forever, please, for me, don't look.' I closed my eyes and heard the rip as the man plunged the knife into my brothers torso.

I love you Jason………..forever.

I still had my eyes shut, I was still kneeling in front of what remained of my brother when I felt the killer slip something over my neck. Sometime later I heard the sirens.

After the funeral, I was sitting on Jason's bed, remembering. Nate and Bella were… somewhere. Then Mom came in, she looked at me with tear filled eyes and she told me something that changed my life forever.

"I am sorry" She said, like it was her fault

"Mum it's not your fault, it's a sick world out there."

"I could have stopped it, I should have killed the twins when I had the chance." What?! I mean I knew she held some kind of grudge against them, I just assumed she blamed them for the divorce.

"What are you talking about Mum?" I said angrily, what kind of mother says that about their own children?!

"I knew they would come for you". What? She has obviously been drinking! "They marked you" then she looked me in the eyes and then looked at the necklace the killer had ever so kindly transferred from my brothers corpse to me.

And then it all came rushing back to me, the news reports, the "ghost story" my cousin had told me. It was true. They see twins as sign of the devil….

That, right then, was the moment I realized I was next. But Jason and I are just warnings. Once I am gone, the torture will truly begin.