Author's Note: Heya, if any of you have read my other fics, then you'll know that I'm a violent person. This story is for the full of violence and gore, so if that disturbs you then go away. The characters are anthro because anthro is awesome, and there will be tons of cursing, which may also disturb you. But if not, then I think you'll do just fine here...

Blood Brothers

Prologue: Bloody Beginnings

The bell rang. Teens fell silent. But there was one who was already silent, always silent. A boy in the back, who hardly ever talked or interacted socially with others. He simply sat there. His name was Joel Pearce. He normally sat quietly in the back of the room, in a dark hoodie, jeans, and normally wore gray sneakers. He was an Umbreon, who had black as night fur and blood red eyes. No one would talk to him, as he had anger problems, and was known for getting into multiple fights, and winning. No one would talk to him, except for one person… "Hey bro." A preppy toned boy said next to him. Joel turned his head to see his brother, Sam Pearce standing next to him. Sam was an espeon, with lilac fur accompanied bright purple eyes, and generally wore a white dress shirt with jeans and white sneakers. "Watcha thinkin bout'?" He asked Joel in a mocking tone, knowing that his brother hated small talk. "I'm thinking about how I want this conversation to end." Was all Joel responded with, causing his brother to smile. "Of course you are, but for real, are we gonna do the thing…?" they were whispering now, as the lesson had begun, leaning over their armrests on their desks. They were sophomores, and had plans for later. Joel smiled at his brother and spoke softly, "Of course, like I would back out of something so serious." He grinned. Sam grinned as well. "It'll be perfect. Just like we planned. I got my tools off of the internet, and they'll finally be put good use, instead of gathering dust in my bottom drawer." "Quiet please!" The teacher loudly said to the entire class hearing the brothers mumblings. They both looked at each other and nodded. The deed would be done. They both looked over towards a chubby Charmeleon. He sexually harassed multiple girls, and bullied all of the shy kids, and the principal would always be lenient on him, as she was the boy's mother. The boy's name was Augustus, and he was a bully. He would continue to bully without consequence, until later today. In the Pearce brother's eyes, this boy deserved to die…

3 hours later…

Augustus was looking through a wallet he had stolen from some kid he kicked the crap out of, while sitting on a park bench. He grinned. "Forty two bucks, sweet!" he yelled out triumphantly. He heard crunching, causing him to look to the left. Joel approached, wearing a solid black paintball mask, holding an eight inch curved medical scalpel in black leather gloves. Amazing the things you can get off the internet. Augustus stood up. "Freak." Was all he said, turning around to walk away from him. But he saw Sam approaching, wearing a white paintball mask, holding a carpenter hammer in his hand. Augustus realized what was going on, and turned to the woods behind the park. "Freaks!" He yelled out, running into the forest. "GET HIM!" Joel yelled, both of them dashing into the forest, weapons tightly gripped in hand. they bobbed in between trees, following the fat and abusive boy who would only grow up to be a fat and abusive man-boy. Joel and Sam ran quickly, as Joel was on the track team, and Sam played soccer. Augustus was out of breath, as he had probably never ran a mile in his life. Sam caught up to Augustus and tackled him down. He rose the hammer up, ready to slam it down, but Augustus caught it, and pushed Sam off of him, forcing the hammer out of his hand. Sam fell back against a log, and Augustus picked up the hammer. "Get ready to die you…" He didn't see Joel sneak up behind him, allowing him to sever Augustus' common carotid artery with ease. The blood from Augustus' throat spewed out onto his shoulder and rivulets down his stained white shirt. He made gargling and choking noises as the blood which didn't spill out choked him to death. His fat dead body fell onto the leaves that piled up beneath the trees. Joel grabbed Sam's hand, and pulled him to his feet. "Sure we didn't leave any trace?" Sam asked, picking up his hammer from the dead boy's hand. "Don't worry, we were cautious. We left no variables to chance." Joel respond. "Well, your first kill." Sam said. "No brother, our first kill." Joel said. "Yes but you performed the act, so tell me… how did it feel, snuffing out a life?" Sam asked. Joel just grinned. The feeling was relieving, almost like a total release from stress, a wave of calmness washed over him as he slit the boy's throat, and it felt so good. And he couldn't wait to do it again…

Author's Note: Whatta think? Pretty good opening huh? Well, I'll just leave it at this. Normally I allow for character and plot ideas from the audience, but I will be doing this one solo. See you later!