BLOODLUST BROTHERS
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I live in a dark world.
It sounds a bit dramatic, but it's true. It started three years ago, but it's already a way of life. Heroes and Villains are meant to be from movies and comic books, to us they were a reality. I was thirteen when it first happened; at first it seemed like a rare, random occurence, then the police started to see a pattern in all the deaths. Not the victims, just the way of killing. Malibu was the home of it's very own group of Super Villains... Except we don't have a Hero to go with them.
At first they killed in secret, going after random people and leaving nothing to trace them, then they started to realise that they had the power. Literally, they had powers and they used them to get whatever they wanted. In masks!
Of all things, they wore masks and dressed in colors, like they were from some comic book or cartoon. Unfortunately they weren't.
There was a red one who could make laser beams come out of his eyes - and God help the person who got in the way of them. A blue one that could creat blunt force weapons - like bats and things - out of pure energy that could shatter anything the second they touched. And a green one that could control pure energy, but he was the most scary because he rarely used his power, he prefered to go psychotic instead. One of the nicknames floating around for the green one was Twitch because right before he went psycho in all the footage on TV he started twitching and laughing like a maniac.
And on top of that they could fly, were super duper strong, super fast, practically invincible... No-one actually knew what the extent of their powers were, just that you didn't want to be in the path of them.
"Oh, shit." My older brother swore under his breath, I followed his line of sight and gulped; three distinctly colored streaks were in the air heading in our direction. It had been three weeks since our neighbourhood had been attacked by those monsters, I knew it was too much to think they'd forgotten about little old Seaview. "Get home, Miles." Jackson ordered, practically pushing me ahead of him. It was scary how fast we'd had to learn to adapt for survival because of them.
I didn't need to be told twice to run, I took off as fast as I could towards home, acutely aware of Jackson on my heels, keeping up, but always making sure I was ahead of him; because Dad told Jackson I was his responsibility, he had to keep me safe.
I saw a flash of green in the corner of my eye; the Green one flew down, crashing through the window of the house next to us, I didn't even hear a scream, another crash as he flew out. I stumbled over my feet as I watched Green splatter blood and flesh on the sidewalk only a few feet from us. I felt sick, but Jackson kept urging me forward. My vision was filled with green blurs, tinted with red flashes, surrounded by a blue haze. The press called them the Bloodlust Brothers. It seemed appropriate.
I stumbled again and this time fell down; in the three seconds that I took to stand back up I found myself face to face with burning blue eyes. Not blue like mine and Dad's; blue like ice and fire, blue like electricity... Blue!
"Miley!" Jackson tried to pull me back, but the Blue one grabbed me first, his eyes sparking dangerously. I could feel the air next to me crackle as the Blue one grabbed at thin air until there was a solid metal bat in his hand, holding me tight to his body with the other hand as he flew up out of Jackson's reach. I was too terrified to move, to speak, to think.
"Look at the pretty one." My sight was once again filled with one of these monsters; the green on this time. Infinitely closer that the blue one had been, he was hovering mere inches from my face; I could see the green in his eyes dancing erratically. Even his eyes were as crazy as the rest of him. "Smells good." It was the first time I'd ever heard him speak - it was always the red one speaking on TV, making their demands. Once they realised they could have anything they wanted because they had the power over us, they started to take it; money, houses, material things, women... Anything they wanted they took, and then they killed and destroyed the city for no other reason than because they could. "Smells good. Smells good." He repeated, sounding as psychotic as he always looked.
"P-pl-p-please." I whispered, no-one ever saw the women they took away eer again. Once they took my school nurse - Lori - the day before Dad was going to go on a date with her, but we never saw her after that until it was announced on the news that he body had been found. Broken, bloody, bruised, and sexually abused according to the news. It was no secret that they raped the women they kidnapped.
And now they had me.
"She says please. Please, she says. Says please, she." The Green one rambled, his left eye starting to twitch.
"Don't." I forced another word out and it seemed to shock him.
"Don't?" Green faltered and dropped a foot in the air. "Don't?" He got close again - even closer than before - his eyes peering curiously into mine. "Do... Not?" I swallowed thickly. "Do not. She says do not so I will not." My eyes widened in disbelief. "I will not, I can not, I shall not." He flew backwards as if I burned him. "Down, Kevin!" Green screamed, clutching at his head and twitching the way he always did before he got psychotic. "She says do not so you will not. Down now! She goes down! Down now because she does not. Does not, shall not, can not." He kept mumbling to himself, darting around the air like a drunken mosquito.
"Down she goes." The Blue one laughed evilly in my ear and that was all I could remember before nothingness.
"Miley!" I startled awake with the image of sparking green eyes burned into my mind. "Oh, thank God!" It wasn't a crazy, psychotic voice rambling incomprehensibly, it was my Dad staring at me with worry.
"Ow." I tried to speak, but that's all that came out.
"It's okay, Miles, don't move, I'll get a doctor." Dad said, running out of the room. Doctor? Where the Hell was I? What happened? Not even a minute later Dad was back with a man in a lab coat and another man in green pajamas. Why was he wearing pajamas?
"Okay, Miley, I'm just going to check your vitals." The man in the coat said, grabbing a clipboard from the end of my bed. The burst open again and another two men came in wearing suits and badges in their hands. Cops. Geez, what is with all the testosterone in here? "Not just yet, officers, why don't we let the girl breathe?" Lab Coat suggested, gesturing for Pajamas to usher the cops out as he continued to check my vitals. A hospital. I was in a hospital, I recognised finally. Now the question was I was in the hospital. "Okay, Miley, can you tell me your middle name?" The throbbing in my... everywhere subsided when he pressed a couple of buttons on a monitor next to my bed. Wowzer those are some good painkillers.
"Ray." Dad answered before I could even open my mouth.
"Very good, Mister Stewart." Lab Coat said dryly, "why don't we let Miley get the next one? Miley, can you tell me what month it is?" I scrunched my eyes for a second, trying to get my mind on track.
"September." I managed eventually, I knew that because school starts next week.
"That's right, and who is the President?" Lab Coat smiled comfortingly.
"Obama." I licked my lips, my whole mouth felt dry.
"Yes, and when is your birthday?"
"November twenty-third." I reported obediently, my throat was scratchy.
"I have some good news, Miley." Lab Coat stood up and petted my head gently. "You're going to be just fine; we'll just wait for that arm to heal up and you'll be good as new." I nodded and accepted the little plastic cup of water he handed me. I looked down to my arm to find it in a bright blue cast. I still didn't know why I was in the hospital or how I got injured, the only thing I could remember was green eyes. I yawned loudly, drawing the attention of Lab Coat and Dad who had been talking in hushed voices in the corner.
"Tired." I mumbled, feeling my eyes droop.
"Get some sleep, Bud, I'll be here when you wake up." Dad commanded lightly.
"Miss Stewart, could you tell us everything you remember about yesterday?" Once I'd woken up for the second time - this time my head didn't hurt as much and was less fuzzy - the two cops from before had returned, looking all professional and serious.
"Jackson saw them first." I murmured, I knew what they wanted to know about. The Bloodlust Brothers. Why did they let me go? I could remember the Blue one taking me, but the closer I got to the end of the encounter the fuzzier my memories got. The doctor said it was normal. "He told me to run." I hadn't seen Jackson yet, Dad said he was okay, but I wouldn't believe it until I saw him. "The Green one broke into a house next to us, I didn't even hear a scream." The Green one, it had something to do with him. "I fell over, when I got up Jackson tried to pull me back, but the Blue one got me first." I should have fought or something, not just hung in his arms like a doll. "It was cold." I recalled, unconsciously shivering even though I was warm now.
"The Green one came over." I gulped, remembering the fear more than anything else. His face flashed in my mind. "He was twitching." He always twitched, he was psychotic... So, why was I still alive? "He said I was pretty." The memories were coming back as I talked, the scene playing out behind my closed eyes. "And I smelled good. Smelled good. Smelled good." I wasn't aware that I had spoken in triplicate like him until one of the officers cleared his throat.
"I said please and he started twitching again. Then-" I faltered, confused. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who said don't. "Then I said don't and he..." I shook my head, burning green eyes were staring at me, I opened my eyes. "The Green one started rambling and told the Blue one to put me down." My eyes widened as I remembered. "He yelled; he was clutching his head and he yelled. 'Down Kevin.'" Everyone in the room froze. "He said Kevin, the Green one called the Blue one Kevin."
No-one had ever heard their names before, they were always just known as their colors or whatever nicknames the public came up with. Some people thought they might not even have names. Now I had heard one of their names and lived to talk about it. Hell, I'd heard one of them other than the Red one talk and lived to talk about it.
"Kevin?" One of the officers raised his eyebrow sceptically. "Are you sure about-"
"I'm sure." I interrupted, "he said Kevin, I'm sure of it."
The officers left shortly after that after making me promise to call if I remembered anything else. The doctor left to get my release forms for Dad to sign and Jackson finally came in. He was pale and clammy, but other than that he was okay. Jackson was okay. Apparently he wasn't allowed to see me until after the police had questioned me in case I got my story mixed up because of something he said. They wanted our statements to match without collaborating with each other in case it messed up the information.
"Let's get you home, Bud." Dad said, helping me out of the hospital bed.
Okay, so I don't even know why I started thinking about the PowerPuff Girls the other day, but I did, and then I remembered the RowdyRuff Boys... I've always had this idea of the Jonas Brothers being either a group of heroes or a group of villains... I clearly went with the villains idea.
So this story is like the RowdyRuff Boys, but darker, eviller, and just basically a whole lot worse. In this they are the Bloodlust Brothers (because RowdyRuff seemed too childish) and follow the same basic principals as RRB;
-Red one (Nick) or Brick in the RRB
-Blue one (Kevin) is Boomer from RRB
-Green (Joe) Butch from RRB
-It's mainly gonna be about Joe (big surprise, huh?) since I have this fascination with him just being completely psycho and weird.
Let me know what you think.