Mischa Lecter
Chapter 1: I Was Listening
Hannah walked down the streets of Venice, hand in hand, with her twin brother Hamal. They were both chatting about their vacation to Italy. They were meeting their mother for dinner, she sent them ahead rather hastily, claiming she had to fetch something from the room. It struck Hannah as odd, but Hamal seemed to think nothing of it.
Hannah had spent an hour getting dressed, she wore a white dress that hugged her curves down to her waist them hung loose under the royal blue sash that was tied firmly. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail, though it had a slight curve that followed her bangs. She had white heals on that had a blue ribbon that laced around her ankle and a blue jacket rested on her arm.
Hamal on the other hand was in a pair of black slacks, a white button up shirt, with the top 3 buttons undone and had his jacket slung over his shoulder, it took him less than 5 minutes. Hannah envied Hamal on that level. He could look good in no time flat, just as any of the girls that were currently letting their eyes linger on his form as they walked by.
"Hamal?"
"Yes, my dearest sister?"
Hannah rolled her eyes, "Do you think I'm right?"
He didn't answer.
"Hamal?"
No answer.
"Hamal, are you listening?"
"I'm sorry did you say something?" He said looking down at her, laughter sparkling in his eyes. She shoved him playfully, though he shoved back, still holding her hand.
Time seemed to move slower after that... Hannah and Hamal both were still laughing when the shots rang through the air. Hannah turned and looked at Hamal, still smiling, as the pain shot from her hand through her arm. Her eyes grew wide as more loud pops rang through the air and she saw Hamal lurch forward and blood start to stain the back of his shirt.
She instinctivly moved forward to try to catch him, earning an unfelt bullet to her shoulder. She landed on the ground next to him, everything starting to move too fast, blood staining her clothes as tears filled her eyes. Hamal let go of Hannah's hand and reached up to her face, drawing a diagonal line from the tip of her cheek bone to the edge of her jaw.
He chuckled slightly, "Yeah, Hannah... I was listening." he whispered in a hoarse voice. He struggled to take another breath as Hannah held his bloody hand in hers. "And I do..." With that he gasped once more and his hand fell limp in hers. She found it hard to breath and his lungs emptied and his hand slipped through hers, she covered her mouth more tears falling.
"No." she whispered, touching his shirt gently at first, then balling her fist in the fabric. "No! No Hamal! Hamal come back! You can't leave me! No! HAMAL!" she screamed, her whole body aching in pain. She screamed as she fell onto his chest, crying as hard as she could. It was then she felt one gentle hand on her back, though she refused to acknowledge it.
She didn't have the choice of ignoring the second that touched her. This pair was stronger and they lifted her onto her feet and pulled her away from her brother. She screamed and fought, trying to get back to him. But the arms carried her away. Two voices were speaking to her, but she couldn't understand them. All she could hear and see was the sound of her brothers final words and his last breath and the darkness now engulfing her brother and the world around her.