Okay so this is my first story, I despise Near so there will be unrestrained amounts of Near bashing in this story. If you actually like Near, then why are you reading this story? For that matter why do you exist? The whole world hates Near, conform for once.
Finally, the world was as it should be. Oxen was positively ecstatic as he pointed the barrel of his semi-automatic pistol dead center at the little mans forehead. Even now that cocky, arrogant, albino freak, acted like there was nothing wrong. There was no fear in that infuriating little face of his. Even so it was no small satisfaction that he was finally where he should be, about to grind Nears' face, that so called, perfect, impregnable face of his, into the cold hard dirt. "How does it feel? To finally be where you should be? UNDER MY FUCKING BOOT!" Upon his outburst Oxen Spartan kicked the white haired maggot of a human being right on the face. Blood squirted from his nose. It was obvious that it was broken. Finally Oxen felt the grim satisfaction of what he was about to do. But he hesitated. There was no reason to. With Near sprawled out on the ground like that. Despite the years of planning, doubt wavered, in Oxen's' eyes. After all these years, was killing Near really worth it? He didn't know, but what they say about when your about to die, how your life flashes before your eyes, it's true. But what they don't tell you, is that the same thing happens before you're about to kill family for the first time.……
Nate and Otto Rivers were both playing in the back
yard. Nate loved to stack rocks, and today his pile was especially
tall. It was full of rocks of all shapes and sizes. Granite mostly,
but there was a few slabs of sandstone and even some river rocks he
had taken from the family garden. But this stack was special in a
way. Today he was about to break his record when… Smack!
Otto
Rivers loved swords and swordplay. Even at some of the youngest ages
he had a stick with which he beat everything in sight. When Otto was
nearly five years old his father taught him how to use some of the
more crude wood shaping tools. Mostly he was given just the chisel
and file. But with those two instruments, Otto crafted eighty-six
perfect swords. Some of them were fantasy, with tips that even
spiraled out in a fiery storm of bark and sap. Others were
historical, exact copies of the pirate cutlass, and Roman gladiators.
The one he was practicing with on this day was a historical copy of
the English Rapier of about 1812. Sturdy and long it was one of his
favorite toys. He even made sure to cut ridges for his knuckles so
that no one but he could use it. Sensing a target, Otto swung his
makeshift sword at the rocks near the bottom of his elder brothers'
stack. And Nates tower toppled. Rocks were scattered about the grass.
By both Nates' and Ottos' calculations, Nate was only two stones
away from reaching his goal.
"Ha ha big brother I knocked over
your stack! Let's see how high you can get it this time!"
Otto
giggled with excitement, but Nate buried his face in his arms. He had
almost done it. He almost stacked the rocks above his head. But his
stupid little brother had to mess it up.
"I hate you!" Near
screamed at his black haired brother. Near and Otto were fraternal
twins. So looking at the two of them together, it was incredibly
difficult to say they were brothers, let alone twins. Nate was pale
and white haired, almost albino. However Otto tanned easily and had
thick black hair, which he never combed and allowed to fall all over
his head. And while Nate slouched and curled himself into a ball most
of the time, Otto stood erect with perfect posture nearly one hundred
percent of his waking hours. However despite their physical
differences, the two of them were bound in a mental link that put all
other twin links to shame. Even though Nate cried, Otto shared in his
brothers' misery.
"C'mon big brother please don't
cry."
Being the smiley and upbeat person he was, Otto was
probably the only person in the world who could cheer his twin up.
Reaching down with his steady hands put back each and every rock
exactly how Nate had it, down to the very last pebble. Every rock was
exactly the same; Otto just had that kind of photographic memory
needed to pull a feat like that. Once a few years ago Otto and Near
were playing three simultaneous games of chess. Their father didn't
see them playing and tripped over their first board and knocked all
three in disarray. Nate immediately gave up on the boards but Otto
however replaced each piece of wood on the set. So Otto did the
exact same thing with the stones. Once every stone was perfectly set
back in place, Nate looked up his face completely devoid of tears.
And the boy was smiling.
"Oh how easily fooled you are little
brother. Your gullibility will be your outdoing some day."
Nate
and Otto shared a good laugh over that but soon Nate went on to
stacking his rocks and Otto practiced his swordplay. One day soon
after the two boys father and mother were going out and they were
going to hire a babysitter. But instead of the usual giggling teenage
girl with absolutely no brains at all, this one was going to be a
colleague of their dads. Soon they were opening the door for this
sitter of theirs.
"Hello sir, I'm Nate."
Nate never moved
from the floor he was busy working on a new puzzle. He had to do it
upside down because there were colors on the front. Nate always acted
like he was bored even with company over. Otto however jumped right
up to this newcomer in their house. He had a million questions but
all he said was,
"Hi! I'm Otto it's nice to meet you."
The
old man smiled graciously at the two twins and took off his hat,
bowing to the two children, which Otto thought was strange. Probably
what was stranger was the way he dressed. The River family was
important, but it wasn't very wealthy, so Otto thought it very
peculiar about the black tie fashion this elderly man chose to clothe
himself in.
"Hello dear children, my name is Mr. Whammy
and-"
Whammy was cut short by Otto's obnoxious laughter. His
laughter didn't cease for several minutes and even Nate chuckled a
little. By the time Otto stopped laughing he was clutching his sides
and the walls for support. And his breaths came in short gasping
sighs.
"Whammy!? That is by far the most ridiculous name I have
ever heard! You might consider switching your name to something less
incredulous. Also if you have enough money to buy that kind of
attire, you might desire to select something a bit more fashionable
for the time period."
Despite Whammy's background, even he
wasn't prepared for a vocabulary like that from a seven year old.
And after spending a night with these two children, he was positive
they were right for the Whammy house. So the next day he told their
parents about it. It took some convincing but soon they agreed to
allow Nate and Otto to take the acceptance test. So to break the news
to them, their mother turned it into a game.
"Boys I need to
speak with you!"
"We'll be right there mom!"
Reluctantly
Otto dropped his swords, and Nate put down his rock. The two of them
rushed inside after that. It wasn't wise to keep their mother
waiting. As soon as they entered their home, they were offered seats
by their mother.
"Boys, you remember Mr. Whammy?"
Otto
couldn't suppress a smirk at the mention of their newest sitters
name.
"Well he has asked that each of you take a test. And the
winner would receive a grand prize."
The latter statement was
actually a lie. It was a ploy to make Otto do better on the exam,
while he was just as intelligent as his brother; he bored easily and
so was not likely to take this test seriously. Otto was immediately
hooked but Nate was merely curious.
"What kind of prize mother?"
Nate inquired.
"I thought you might ask. The winner will be
allowed to attend the Whammy house. It's a school for genius
students."
That piqued Nates interest much more than it did
Otto's. Though he didn't show it, Nate had a love for excelling,
especially in academics and a school just for genii? That sounded
like heaven to him. That was the only time in his life when he
actually had a drive to beat his sibling. No one was getting into the
school but him. Only days later the two of them were sitting in a
room with about ten other kids. Each of them had a desk and the twins
were smack in the middle of them, side by side. Only one twin had a
darker plan in his mind. When the test began, Nate made sure to stay
in pace with his brother. He had to finish at exactly the same time
as Otto. If he didn't, his brother might get into the whammy house
and not him. Matching him, answer for answer Nates' heart pounded
in his chest as he planned what he was about to do. After about six
hundred questions, Nate finally finished, just a split second after
his twin. While his twin was stretching his cramped muscles, Nate
stood up paper in hand.
"Let me take yours brother."
Nate
flashed his brother a small smile and put his hand on the paper in
front of his twin. Now he was simply relying on his twin gullibility
to aid him.
"Sure Nate. Thanks."
Otto returned the smiled
and went back to stretching his legs. While Nate was walking to hand
in his and Otto's test, no one noticed the small pink eraser in his
hand, as he was rubbing out nearly a third of his twins answers. As
if they had never been there at all. Two or three days later they
received their test results. And only Nate was going to be accepted.
Amidst all the congratulations, Otto noticed a pang of guilt pass his
brothers' eyes. But it was gone so suddenly; he must've imagined
it. It was only after Nate had already left and was probably already
on the plane that Otto had a chance to examine his test. At first
what he saw stupefied him.
"Wha... What is this?"
All of a
sudden realization hit him. Nate had cheated. Blindly, Otto banged
his fists all around his room. Breaking whatever his eight-year-old
arms could manage to break. His parents were off celebrating so there
was no one to hear him scream.
"Nate! I'll kill you! I swear
to God Nate You will die! By my hands!"
As if by an act of God,
the connection between Nate and Otto snapped. They no longer had that
kind of twin telepathy. When their connection 'broke' Nate woke
up on the plane and simply cried.
"What have I done?"
When
the plane landed, Nate was silent. He didn't want to be around
anyone. All he wanted to do is be near to his brother. So when Mr.
Whammy told him to pick an alias, that was the only one that came to
mind. Near. In the Whammy house Near trained relentlessly to become a
great detective. He solved puzzle after puzzle hoping that would help
him in his quest and he never fraternized with others. He simply had
to be the best for his little brothers sake. The only person Near
didn't dislike at the Whammy house, was another kid named Mello
living there. Mello reminded Near so much of Otto. Even his Mellos'
hatred of Near was probably the same as Ottos. But Near would never
let Mello win. Near thought that maybe when Otto saw how good he
became, it might make up for it. How incredibly wrong he was.
Back
at home, Otto practiced ceaselessly. He often skipped meals for days
to practice swordplay, or strategy. He even convinced his parents to
buy him a few BB guns. With which he perfected his aim. For years he
studied Chess and books. He began to excel at anything he put his
mind to. All the while building his confidence and skills to destroy
Nate, or Near as they now called him, to grind him into the dust.
Though he refused to speak to his former twin, his parents kept in
touch with him, which is how he found out Nates' alias. Well if
Nate was going to have one than so would he. And Otto chose Oxen. The
ox was the one animal that would plow through any obstacle. And right
now, Otto's obstacle was Near.
For a few years that how it went. Both of the twins were practicing their brains out. One practiced to try and appease the other. And one was trying to annihilate his brother. At least that's how it was, until The Rivers family was torn apart by a tragic accident. The twins' father and mother died instantly in a terrible car crash one night while driving to the airport to visit Near. Oxen of course did not go. After they died, Oxen was put into the foster care system. He grieved over his parents for a few days, but he couldn't let that interrupt his goal of hunting down Near. And actually in a way it helped him. Because when Otto was adopted, the elderly couple that took him in was very kind to him. And he even had a new brother. He and his fiancé were supposedly very enticed by police work. His new brother was a man by the name of Raye Penber. At this time, Near and Oxen were about ten.
So yeah there's my first story. Your reviews would be very helpful. Please and thank you. There wasn't a ton of Near bashing in this first one but there rarely is. But I can promise you, Oxen will definitely be a thorn in Nears freakish little side soon.