Silent Morning

Yamii Vance

Just an average morning for the two Dalen twins, well except that Vincent isn't talking still and it's leaving his brother Vince worried and getting understandably frustrated.

Vincent lets out a groan as his twin brother Vince shakes him harshly from his near perfect comatose state. "Hey Vincent wake up, I made breakfast." He turns flipping over towards his brother with a groan and a blink of his tired violet eyes, red-violet eyes sparkled semi-concernedly but happy. "Its our favorite, toast!~" Vince purrs out slightly as he tries to yank him from the blue covers of the bed. Vincent frowns confusedly as he realized he was still in his work clothes, he yanks himself free of his twins grip and starts to throw his blue work shirt and gray turtleneck off, his black jeans following suit, leaving him in his barely fitting black and purple spotted boxers and black t-shirt, they clang to his skeleton-like form, his dark purple hair in a messy pony-tail. Vince grabs his hand again, after he'd replaced his green scarf to hide his bloodied bandaged neck, so he doesn't lose his balance as he'd started swaying dangerously. His blurry vision taking in his brothers appearance, He had on his purple work shirt, and match jeans with a black belt with shoes matching his belt, his brothers own dyed purple hair was limp and not pulled into a pony-tail yet but it looked neat and brushed underneath his purple hat.

The two brothers pasted the empty bookshelf and past the coffee table and couch, he was placed into a chair in front of the kitchen table. "So what do you think?" Vincent's empty and tired eyes stare at the plate in front of him as his brother sits down across from him, the plate contained semi-burnt scrambled eggs, some slightly uncooked ham, and scrapped free of mold toast. He tries to shot Vince a thankful smile, but them expression was lost on him and his smile was tired and clearly faked. But Vince took it with strive and smiled softly right back at him. "I t-tried my best you know I-I'm not much of a cook after all!~" He chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck, his gambling adventures had left him eating out way more then he ever tried to cook. Vincent sighs, his empty stomach groaning painfully, he really needed to eat something but… He stares uninterestedly at the food and found that he really didn't want to, he looks up and watches his twin eat with a slight grimace across his lips, the food having a slight unappetizing taste. He clears his throat and tries to adjust the his scarf to hide his bloodied bandaged neck. "I can changes those uh you know after we eat of course…" He pauses for a second looking distressed suddenly. "Y-You are going to eat right? I mean come on Vincent you can't keep not doing that if you expect to keep going as you are…" Violet eyes stare at metal and wired arms sitting on the table near his plate, not reaching for anything on the plate but he does pick up the mug of sugar. "Bro… Look at me…" Vincent just stares emptily into the cup of coffee as he forces it down his dry and damaged throat. "VINCENT!" He barks as he slams his fist onto the table more unsettled now, the plates and their contents shake and jump slightly, Vincent also jumps like the plates coughing and choking due to being startled and the way it burned his throat. Vince sighs and tries to soften his voice and relax and not look so tense, he and his brother had only been united a few years after being separated their whole lives really, he just wasn't used to dealing with Vincent like this…"Bro… Look I-I care about you… You know? J-Just eat a little bit… for me?"

Vincent sips up the last bit of his coffee, he recovered from his choking a few moments ago. He puts the mug down and stares, intimidated, at the plate before him. Vince sighs and goes back to his own unhappy meal, watching Vincent poke the toast with a hesitant expression. "You need to eat…" Vince mumbles though his mouthful, before taking a swing of his own coffee and grumbling inaudibly. The emaciated brother finally picks up a slice of toast and tries to munch on it but can't bring himself to do it, he felt sick, he puts the toast down and pushes the plate down and lays his head on his uncomfortable metal arms. Vince sighs clearly frustrated. "Are you serious…? A-Are you sick or something…? Do- I can… Want some soup?" He tries then mumbles upset. "Wait do we even have…? Damn…" Vincent just shrugs sickly his head still tiredly on his cool arms; he was staring out the broken window blankly. With another sigh Vince gets to his feet picking up his plate and dumping the scraps left in the garbage and putting it in the sink, before going over and picking up Vincent's untouched plate and putting it in the fridge, he frowns at the ripped off door of the fridge, not to say their front door was still standing… Vincent shivers weakly at the table at the cold air almost constantly filling the ransacked house. "You're a mess you know that…?" Vincent shots him a weak and dizzy glare. 'And you're Saint Vincent? Mister I gamble till we're broke…' Vince pulls at his collar and changes the subject. "Want me to change your bandages…?" Vincent just shrugged now staring nervously at the broken down front door his eyes struggling to stay open as he takes in wheezy breathes. Vince has went to the bed room to get their large first aid kit, Vincent takes great pride in it and keeps it well stocked. 'Why is he even bothering…? Its hopeless… W-Wait…? Am I late for…?'

He weakly forces his weary eyes open and glances at the clock a couple inches from the fridge. He grunts trying to push himself to his feet until an elbow lands on his shoulder and pushes his frail form back down. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Vincent grits his teeth as he strains to move one of his heavy arms to point at the clock, his shoulder screaming from the movement… "W-Work! Are you nuts Vincent, you can barely walk, is all that coffee rotting you brain?!" He exclaims then sighs as he touches Vincent's warm forehead, he'd been right about his sibling being unwell. "Look let me just change your bandages ok…?" He takes off his brothers scarf and puts it on his arms so he can lay on it if he really needed to, before helping him sit up slightly. Vincent groans at the strain of having to sit up, swaying lightly and nearly falling back down onto his now scarf covered arms. "Its ok… Just stay focused…" He mumbles as he unwraps his neck quickly, knowing he needed to work quickly with the wound or he might suffocate, he snatches up the gauze and wraps it around his neck again, he wasn't sure if he should spray it or not… "There… Ok…?" Vincent's head dropped straight back onto his arms, his breathing even more on even, he even spit up so blood, Vince winches and sighs. "Back to bed…" He grunts as he grabs hold of Vincent's legs and neck and lifts his much to light form up, even with his heavy arms he wasn't that hard to carry… They once more pass the coffee table and couch then the empty bookshelf before being back in the bedroom and Vincent, who was hugging his green but bloodied green scarf, onto the bed, Vince played with the covers but soon tucked him in and said. "I'll be back after work ok…? I-I'll try and come back during lunch but I can't promise anything…" He mumbles before turning and leaving.

Vincent in frustration tried to stay awake, his eyes exhausted and keeping blinking shut but then he'd jolt himself back to consciousness but after an hour off fighting the need to coma, his body gave out and let him slip into the darkness. His breathing wheezy and uneven he turns and faces the wall hugging his scarf and curling painfully into the blanket, he shivered. For the next three hours he stays curled up like that twitching and whimpering in his sleep. Footsteps creep into the house are unheard by his comatose state, someone enters the bed room grinning and taking a machete off of their belt, stepping carefully up to the bed. Vincent hisses in his sleep and makes the killer hesitate for a moment but it doesn't last long the blade is stabbed though his chest. Vincent's eyes snap open dazed and agonized his hands instinctively try and grab the blade, but he can't work the pressure sensors right his grip is to weak to keep the man from yanking it out, he gasps and falls limp from the trauma to his heart. But the man doesn't stop or hadn't noticed he'd fallen limp and jabs the blade into his skull and then taking it out and replacing it at his belt, humming as he leaves. No one the wiser…

Hey hope you enjoyed this and please let me know what you thought and if there are any mistakes I didn't catch!~

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