Like I said, I'm going to start trying to write more, so every time I get even a teeny bit of an idea, you can be expecting a story. I might also start up Ask Mello again, just because that was fun, and took minimal effort. Anyway, here we gooo~ :P
We were always the same.
The way we moved, spoke, even our mannerisms were disturbingly identical. However, there was something about us that made us startlingly different. Something lethal and terrifying, deep within the recesses of our pretty little heads. Something lethal and uncontrollable.
Something that would someday end us.
For many years, we appeared to be just an average pair. Shaggy black hair, slender bodies, big eyes and broad smiles. We were intelligent, painfully so, and used craftily for other people's power. We were always in the limelight, not really related, but portrayed as twins, for publicity.
And then, one day, he snapped.
It was a normal day in the studio, men and women alike bustling about, each of them rushing for their predetermined destinations. Ignoring us, our hands locked carefully together, wide eyes scanning over them, mentally calculating them and filing them for what they were.
"He's a fraud, she's a slut." His voice was high-pitched, the savage beast of puberty had yet to crack it. His eyes were wide, childlike in appearance, but wise beyond their years. I turned my head, trusting brown eyes scanning over the planes of his marble face. I nodded in agreement after a moment, watching as the woman we had deemed "slut" moved closer.
She crouched before us, the scent of countless men tainting her sweet breath. Her hair was blonde and curly, her eyes wide and blue. She could have stepped off the cover of a Playboy, her smile spoke of sin, and her eyes were lined with worried secrets. Her slender hands moved forward, presenting us each with his favorite treat; strawberry cake, and strawberry jam.
Her eyes moved over each of us, clearly, she was already picking her favorite. You could compare us in a number of ways, he was taller, already looking like an adolescent. Clearly, he would be tall as life continued. However, I had a rounder face, and larger, darker eyes, my mind was much more matured, and had seen things most children would cringe into a woman's skirt over.
She turned back to him, running her slender fingers through his soft, black locks. Her smile broadening, I could sense her preference already. I became ignored, something to be compared with one of the many fake trees in every corner of the room.
He blinked once, leaned forward, and sunk his teeth into the flesh of her neck. She let out a scream, causing everyone to go quiet, turning to face the pair with wide eyes. I felt his hand leave mine, gentle traces of warmth still touching where his fingers had been only moments before.
I could barely process what I was watching. His hands found her head, and he snapped it quickly. There was a distinct snap, and then her screams were silent. He gnawed into her throat, ripping layers of flesh. My eyes were wide, my thumb buried deep into my mouth, being gnawed at brutally. He turned to look at me, his eyes gleaming with something I couldn't place.
I screamed, my voice breaking in terror and shock. I ran, pushing through people's legs, ducking away.
"Share the riches! L! Come back! We're friends forever! We share everything~"
I broke out into the daylight, falling to my knees and vomiting violently. I wiped my mouth, allowing myself to fall into it, my hair being soaked in the acidic substance. Breathing deeply the scent. I let my eyes slipped closed, falling into the last bout of decent sleep I'd have for the rest of my life.
Friends ForeverPoisonous Picasso12/15/11
Sorry, this one was legit rushed, I have to clean up my dorm room so mommy can come pick me up from college. :D