Summary:
Kurt and Cameron are close, even for twins. They've always only had each other- united against life in their small, dreary town. One night, on their way to play a prank on a classmate who wronged them, Cameron is attacked. He survives, but as the days pass Kurt begins to notice a change in his brother. He's acting out, and doing things he'd never done before.
Is Cameron just growing up, maturing and leaving Kurt behind? Or is something much darker taking hold of his brother...
Part One: Kinda I want to
"I can't shake this feeling from my head.
There's a devil sleeping in my bed.
Watching you from across the way.
I cannot make this feeling go away."
"Jojo?" Tina Cohen-Chang called, searching for her small shih-tzu. "Jojo sweetie where are you?"
She went out into her backyard, and stopped when she saw her dog lying with his head buried in the flower garden. "There you are..." She said, unsure why her voice wavered nervously. She walked over to the flower bed and bent down to pick up Jojo with trembling hands.
Before she touched him, it suddenly hit her why she felt so afraid. Something was wrong. He wan't moving...he was just lying there. And that smell-
She'd smelt the blood before she saw it, but when she did the sight of it knocked her back. All that blood, everywhere...
She hit the ground shaking, too terrified to even scream. It wasn't until she looked to her left, at the late Jojo's dog house, that a garbled cry finally broke its way out of her throat.
Jojo's body was in the tulips, but his head was staring back at her from across the yard, his tongue lolling out of his mouth just like it had when he was alive.
She shrieked, and ran out into the street. "It got him, it got my dog!" She sobbed, and accidentally tripped over her clunky doc martens, falling to the ground again. The neighbours crowded around her, looks of pity on their horrified faces. But beneath the pity and horror, each one of them was secretly relieved. Relieved it wasn't their pet this had happened to.
Amidst the chaos- the crowd, and Tina's incoherent screams of bloody tulips and lolling tongues, no one noticed the small, strange boy watching from down the street, an unimpressed expression on his pale face. Then again, no one ever paid much attention to either of the Hummel boys.
Kurt Hummel stood perfectly still, watching the crowd slowly depart from around the sobbing girl. The scrappy brown Pomeranian that lived next door to them began barking from the front lawn, and Kurt glanced at it in annoyance.
"Shut up, Toby." He snapped.
The crowd was gone completely now, having returned to whatever they were doing before Tina rushed out into the streets, and Kurt turned away as well, pressing the button on the garage door to make it close behind him. He entered the house and went straight down to the basement he and his brother used as a bedroom and base of operations.
"Jojo bought it." He said, dropping the supplies he'd been carrying onto their desk. "Tina's freaking out, and everyone else is just standing around her, thinking about how glad they are it was her and not them."
He looked at his brother, who was sitting back on his bed, playing with an old revolver he'd gotten in a pawn shop when they were 13. He spun the cylinder around then snapped it shut, taking aim at the wall and pulling the trigger. There were no bullets in it, and he made the blasting sound himself.
He smiled, one of his slow, subtle smirks, and bounced off the bed, putting the gun to his own temple now. He looked at Kurt. "How do I look?" He asked, his green eyes blinking innocently.
He and his brother Cameron were both 15, and although they were twins they weren't identical. Almost, but not quite. Cameron had been born a full 16 minutes ahead of Kurt, and he was bigger and stronger. Most people thought he was taller, too, but the truth was Kurt just tended to hunch. The only other difference in their appearance was their eyes. Cameron's were a bright, livid green and Kurt's were a swirling mix of pale blue and grey.
Cameron looked at him now, the smile slipping off his lips when Kurt didn't respond. He the took gun away from his temple, and pressed it against his brothers pink lips.
Kurt's eyes went wide as they gun popped into his mouth, and he knocked it away. "Cut it out, Cam." He muttered, crashing down on his bed.
Cameron grinned. "Sorry K, but it suits you." He sat down on his own bed, across from Kurt's. "You still going with poison?"
He and his brother had had a suicide pact since they were 8 years old. The plan had always been to off themselves just before they turned 16. Kurt had never had a problem with it before, but now as the deadline drew closer, he found himself growing nervous.
Kurt sat up up his bed to face his brother, shrugging uncomfortably. "I don't know." He crossed his arms. "I guess."
Cam's eyes narrowed. "Hey, you're the one who got me all psyched for this." He held his gun by the barrel, pointing the handle at Kurt. "Don't bitch out now."
Kurt sighed. "I just hoped my death would be more then a trite highschool cliche." He thought of everyone standing around Tina, staring. Would they stare at him like that? "What if no one cares?" He whispered, lifting his eyes up to meet his brothers. "What if they just laugh?"
Cameron shook his head. "No way, K, trust me." He said, looking him dead in the eye. "You think stuff like this ever happens in Lima fucking Ohio? Never. Our deaths will be the ultimate 'fuck you' to this shit hole of a town. We'll be legends." He raised his eyebrows. "That's the pact, remember? 'Out by 16, or dead on the scene, but together forever.'"
Cam had put the gun down now, and he held up his left hand, extending his pink towards Kurt. The inside of his finger had a thick scar running along the length of it. Kurt had a mirror identical one on his right hand.
"Come on, K. 'Together forever.'" He repeated, wiggling his pinky at him. Kurt gave in and grinned, hooking pinkies with his brother. Cam gave him a satisfied smirk.
"United against life as we know it." Kurt said.
Cam's eyes flashed. "Trust me, K. They won't know what hit them."
The pictures were Cameron's idea.
It was just supposed to be a slide show about the Day of with the Dead, with information presented in Spanish about the rituals and rites.
But Mr. Schuester had told them to "get creative" with the presentation.
And so, with Kurt's clunky Polaroid camera, they took pictures. Bloody pictures of their own, gored bodies surrounded by flowers and candles. Pictures of Cam praying at an alter, his face painted with satanic symbols.
In one picture, Kurt lay dead in front of a grave, vomiting blood and candy.
And so it went. They'd maimed and gored each other in every way they could think of, and put it all on display for their class to see.
When the slide show ended, they were greeted by a deafening silence. Cam smirked. Kurt glared.
"Uh, can we see the ones of Cameron again?" Santana Lopez asked. A few of the girls giggled in agreement.
Mr. Schuester looked like he was going to vomit. "Well, that was..." He cleared his throat, looking way. "Obviously Kurt and Cameron worked very hard on this and..." He shook his head. "I'm sorry, but that was sickening. I am thoroughly disgusted by what you two have done." He looked at them, and Cam tried to suppress his smirk. "See me after class, you two. Separately."
Despite the chilled October air, they were outside for gym class, to play field hockey. Well, the rest of the boys were playing. Kurt and Cam were standing off on the side of the field, sharing a cigarette.
On the bleachers sat Dave Karofsky and his friend Azimio. They had a different period for gym, and third period was their lunch.
Dave smiled, watching Cameron and Kurt pass a cigarette between their lips. "I need to get in on that." He said, more to himself then Azimio.
Azimio looked up from the comic he was reading, and raised his eyebrows. "Dude, you know how uncomfortable your gayness makes me." He said. "I don't need to hear about you wanting to do a Hummel."
"Not the little dweeb, you doink." He grinned, looking at Cameron. "The hot one."
"Don't make no difference to me." Azimio muttered, turning back to his comic.
Back on the field, Cameron looked around at his peers. "Hey, search and destroy." He said, nudging Kurt.
Kurt looked around as well, and his eyes fell on a beefy, mohakwed classmate of his. He smiled. "Noah Puckerman."
Cam looked over, and nodded approvingly. "Nice pick."
Kurt cleared his throat and began. "Noah Puckerman, found bloated and blue at the bottom of the Smithsons pool..."
Unnoticed by Kurt and Cameron, Puck's friend Finn Hudson had passed close enough to hear. He gave Kurt a disgusted look and went to tell Puck what he'd heard.
"Found with his pants around his ankles, dick still hard." Kurt continued. "Rumour has it he was tossed in by the enraged spouse of the milf he'd been fucking."
Cam smiled. "Autopsy revealed an intensely skewed blood to steroid ratio."
"Dude, Kurt Hummel is saying shit about you." Finn said, shaking his head. "Fucked up shit."
Puck glanced over to where the smaller teen stood hunching by his brother. "Then he's a fucking dead man."
"Alright everyone, get into formation." Coach Beiste yelled. She look at Cameron and Kurt. "Everyone this time."
"Hey Hummel." Puck called, pointing his stick at Kurt. "I'm coming for you."
Kurt gulped and looked at Cam. "Cover me, ok?"
Cam nodded.
Beiste blew her whistle, and the game began. Kurt tried to keep an eye on where Puck was, but people were running all around him and he couldn't see- Oof!
Someone smashed into him, and he fell over. Instead of hitting the hard ground, Kurt felt himself land in something soft. He gagged as the smell of decay filled his nose, and he realized the soft mess he'd fallen on was another dog.
From the bleachers, Karofsky and Azimio hooted and cheered. "Ooh, the Lima-Beast strikes again."
"Bitches and dogs beware." Azimio cackled.
"Ah, gee Hummel." Puck said, snickering. "I'd apologize, but I know how much you queers like it doggy style. So instead, you're welcome."
Cameron was kneeling next to him now, helping him up. "Are you ok?" He asked.
Kurt wiped some of the blood off his face, still gagging on the smell. "Fabulous." He muttered.
"Alright that's enough everyone." The coach was saying to the onlookers. "Hummel, go get cleaned up."
Kurt nodded, and stiffly made his way inside to the boys change room. Cameron began to follow him, but paused and turned to Puck. He walked over to him and looked him in the eye. "Touch my brother again, and I'll kill you." He said.
Puck smiled, and pushed him. "Bring it on." He said, through a cocky grin. "Just make one move, and they'll be changing your name from Hummel to Pummelled."
"Come on, break it up." Bieste said, pulling the two boys apart. Cameron glared at Puck before heading after his brother.
He found Kurt gripping the sides of the sink in the boys locker room, bent over slightly. A janitor came up behind him and offered Kurt a towel. Kurt took it and thanked him, and the janitor smiled and wheeled his cart of cleaning supplies away.
Cameron glared after him, and approached his brother. "You know, that janitor was staring right at your ass."
Kurt looked at him, pausing with the towel against his bloody face. "I'm sure." He said, rolling his eyes.
Cam put his hands on his brothers small shoulders. "You want me to kill him for you, K?" He asked, reffering to Puck. "'Cause I'll do it."
"Whatever." Kurt mumbled, trying to clean himself up.
"No." Cameron said, his eyes narrowed. "This is not 'whatever.'"
Kurt looked at the blood towel in his hands for a moment. "How about torture?"
Cam smirked. "You got it."
They sat in the parking lot, plotting their revenge on Puck. "Or," Kurt said, spotting Puck walking across the parking lot with his boxer on a black leash. "He has that dog."
Cam nodded. "Yeah?"
"We have all that blood and fake gore from the Spanish Presentation. We could kidnap it and make it look like the Lima Beast got it."
Puck had led his dog over to where a blond guy was leaning against a large yellow van. Kurt knew the guy, his name was Sam Evans. He hung around their school a lot, and for a while Kurt had thought he was a new student there. He was two years older then Kurt, so he wouldn't have been in any of his classes...but it turned out that wasn't the case. Few people seemed to really know what the case with Sam was, but that didn't stop people from having theories.
Sam looked up when he saw Puck and he held out his hand to him. As they greeted each other, Kurt thought he saw something get passed between them.
"See that?" Cameron said, looking in the same direction Kurt was. "The guys friends with a drug dealer. He'd begging for negative attention."
As they watched, Puck and Sam were joined by Quinn Fabray, and the stuck up prize-winning Poodle she always kept with her. It looked like Quinn was attempting to flirt with Sam, albeit unsuccessfully. Sam just offered her a tense smile before extraditing himself from the group. He started getting into his van, and she followed him to the window.
"So, Sam you're going to call me, right?" She asked. They didn't hear him answer, and he began to drive away. "Alright, well you have my number, ok?" She called after him.
Kurt wondered if Quinn knew what everyone thought about Sam. He doubted it.
Cam shook his head. "Pathetic."
They gathered up their things and began to walk away, when Dave Karofsky approached them, a glint in his eye. "So Hummel," He said, speaking to Cam. "I think we should get together."
Kurt raised his eyebrow, looking at his brother. No guy had ever shown an interest in either of them before. And that was the way they wanted it.
Cameron's mouth opened a bit, and looked stunned.
Kurt stared at him in disbelief.
"Uh..." Cameron said, his usually snarky demeanour lost. "No." He finally managed, and grabbed Kurt. They walked away, leaving Dave shaking his head after him.
That night, after their Dad had left to meet his friends for fantasy football, Kurt and Cameron began walking to Puck's house, a bag full of fake blood and guts in hand.
Kurt was having second thoughts. "We're going to get caught." He said. He had his camera around his neck, to document the occasion, and it slammed into his chest as he walked.
Cameron seemed unconcerned. "No we won't."
"The dog won't even be out." He continued, biting his lip.
"Well he's got to pee sometime."
"People don't just leave their dogs out alone anymore." Kurt insisted.
"Then you'll just have to distract him while I grab it." Cam snapped.
Kurt stopped. "I can't do that!"
Cameron turned around and glared art him. "Shit K, this was your idea." He hissed. "If you don't like your ideas, stop having them."
They continued on in silence, reaching the park that marked the halfway point between theirs and Puck's house. Cam stopped. "Look." He said.
Kurt looked to where his brother was pointing, and gulped. Lying next to the swing set was another mutilated dog. It bore a striking resemblance to Puck's.
"Sweet," Cam said, bounding over to it. "Now we can even leave a body. He'll go nuts."
"Yeah." Kurt mumbled, following his brother. "S'wonderful."
"Quick, grab it's er- leg?" Cam said, pointing to the dogs gored hindquarters.
Kurt knelt down, putting his hands on a spot that wasn't covered in blood. He blanched. "God, it's still warm."
They tried together to lift the dog up, but it's middle section fell apart, landing with a squelch on Cam's boots and splattering his jeans with blood.
"Oh, yuck." Cam muttered, wiping his boots off on the gravel. Kurt threw the parts he'd been holding away, and shivered. Cam looked at the doggy-bits around them and shook his head. "Too bad." He said. "It would have been sick."
Kurt looked at his brothers blood-covered legs. Behind them, the swing-set creaked eerily, swaying in an unfelt breeze. Across the playground, Kurt thought he saw something move. "We should forget about this. You're all gross."
Cameron nodded, and began to turn back when something big smashed into him. Cam screamed and his arms flailed, knocking into Kurt and pushing him off balance. Kurt scrambled back to his feet, crying as he heard his brother being dragged off into the woods.
He ran after him, his heart pounding in his ears. He looked around, desperately trying to see Cameron and whatever had taken him through the dense trees. He couldn't hear or see anything, and a terrified pit dug itself into his chest.
A terrified shriek pierced his ears, and Cam came running towards him, his hair matted against his forehead with his own blood.
Cam crashed into him, shouting hysterically and pulling at him. Suddenly he was ripped backwards again, screaming and shouting as something huge ripped into his chest, shredding his skin.
Numb with terror, Kurt screamed and lunged at the beast, the heavy polaroid camera around his neck knocking into its head and going off with a flash.
The beast howled in pain, stunned by the burst of light. Kurt grabbed Cameron and the two ran, not stopping to think or breath or scream. They ran out of the park and onto the street, hearing the beast gaining on them.
A yellow van sped down the road towards them, and they bolted to the side walk, missing the van by inches.
The beast wasn't so lucky. The van slammed into it, sending it flying down the street in a bloody mess. Kurt barely had time to register that Sam Evans was driving the van before Cameron was pulling him forward again.
Sam sat at his steering wheel, his breath caught in his throat. He'd hit something. Something big.
Slowly, he got out of his van and groaned at the sight of his blood drenched car.
The street in front of his car was also slicked with blood, and he followed the trail with his eyes to where it stopped at the hulking figure that was too big to be a dog. He looked at it, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Oh, fuck me."
"Dad!" Kurt screeched, dragging the limp body of his brother through their hallway. "Dad!"
They stumbled through their house, and down the stairs to the basement. Kurt lay Cameron down on his bed.
Cameron was shaking and crying, gasping for breath and Kurt grabbed a blanket and pressed it against his brother's bleeding chest.
Cameron whined in pain. "Don't. Don't." He gasped. "I'hurts."
"I have to, Cam." Kurt whispered, peeling back the shredded fabric that had been his brothers shirt.
Cam whimpered. "It burns. Oh-ah god." He moaned, as Kurt tried to clean him up. "W-what was that thing?"
"I don't know." Kurt whispered. "A dog or a bear maybe-"
Cam make a garbled nose, halfway been a laugh and a scream. "Th' wasn't any bear!" He choked. "There's no bears anywhere fucking near here."
Kurt continued to press the cloth against his brothers wounds, trying to stop the blood from flowing. After a moment, he realized his efforts were in vain. There was no blood. Not anymore. He brought his shaking fingers to Cam's chest, prodding the wounds gently. "Does that hurt?"
"No." Cam said, shaking his head.
Kurt bit his lip, examining the wounds. A thin layer of skin had grown over them- the start of a scar. "This is impossible. They're already healing." He shook his head, backing away. "No, somethings wrong. I'm calling 911."
He reached for the phone, but Cam sat up and grabbed his arm. "No, don't." He begged. "Look I- I'm not bleeding anymore. Just, just spare me Burt finding out, alright?"
Kurt tried to nod, but he thought all he managed was a small twitch of his head. He sank back on the bed, wrapping his arms around Cam. "I was so scared." He whispered.
Cam nodded, hugging him back. "I know."
Hot tears fell down his pale cheeks, and he pressed his face into the crook of Cam's neck. "I thought you were going to die."
Cameron ran his fingers through his brothers hair, murmuring reassuringly in his ear. "I'm ok." He whispered, to himself as much as to Kurt. "I'm ok."
Once Cameron had finally fallen asleep, his head resting in Kurt's lap, Kurt took out his Polaroid camera and examined it. The picture that had been taken when it'd gone off in the woods was stuck inside. After a few minutes of prying, he managed to get it out.
It was blurred, and difficult to make out but in it he could clearly see a big yellow eye surrounded by wrinkled flesh, bleached a sickly grey by the flash of the camera. Kurt stared into the yellow eye of his brothers attacker, and then down at the boy sleeping with his arms around Kurt's waist. He swallowed nervously, unable to shake the sickening feeling that this wasn't over yet.