A.N – title will change over course of story, I just can't think of anything right now.
In a suburban house in London, a quiet family sat in their living room. It was their nightly routine of T.V. time in which they converse about the day's events, thoughts or just about anything in particular. It was just another normal night for the single mother family.
"I just don't see why people would purposely humiliate themselves on T.V…" the matron said to her two children. She sat in the armchair perpendicular to the T.V. screen shaking her head. The light glinted off her brown hair, momentarily revealing the grey strands that peppered her head.
"It's just those weird Americans, Mom. They'll do anything for some T.V. time," her son said from the ground. He was sitting directly in front of the screen, his back to the couch. He had his mother's angled features, her pointed nose and chin, and her shiny brown hair that he kept nicely spiky. The only distinguishing feature her got from his father was his blue eyes. His mom often commented on them at odd times. She'd just be staring at him for a few seconds, reminiscing.
His father, her husband, had died 5 years ago, when he was 11 and just starting proper schooling. The man was a pilot, quite verse in his occupation until a stormy night. The engine had been hit by a lightning strike, which had also knocked out the plane's radio. The plane plummeted to the ground, amid dense trees. The plane burst into flames instantly, killing all on board. That day had been a sad day. His mom had locked herself in her room and they couldn't get her out for a week.
"Shut up, guys! I wanna hear what the girl's calling the other one!" a girl chided from above his head. She was his ever-loving sister, the same one who just before had forcibly removed him from the couch and onto the floor. They were the same age, his mother being blessed with the miracle of twins, but he was older, no matter if it was only 7 mintures.
The girl in question was sitting on the couch, her legs drawn up onto the cushion beside her. She also shared their mother's features and the same shiny brown hair, which now fell to her mid back. Recently, she applied streaks in it, getting tired of the monotony of the brown. Mom had a fit then but now she'd gotten used to it. His sister hadn't gotten an external feature from their dad, having also gotten her mother's chocolate brown ones. Right now, those eyes were fixated on the screaming match in front of them.
"Well," the boy said getting up, "I'm thirsty, anyone want anything?" "Just a lemonade, Ryan," his mother called as he made his way to the kitchen. "Grab a can of Sprite for me!" the girl called out.
Soon Ryan was back, handing the drinks to their respective requestees. "What's going on now?" he asked his sister. "Commercial," she said, opening the can.
"Lianne, when does school start again?" her mother asked the girl. "Umm… next week Monday I think," the girl replied. "Okay, that gives me enough time to get those books they –"
The lights flickered ominously before the whole house was plunged into darkness. The girl screamed out to the darkness, "Why now?!"
Outside, hooded figures stood, having just appeared on the property. They talked in hushed tones for a few moments before the smaller nodded to the other. Turning to the house, he held out his arms and said, Abeo ex os.
There were three small flashes from inside the home, telling the figure that his job was done. He turned back to his comrade.
"The deed is done." The other replied, "Excellent, let's get to the meeting point."
And with that, they turned on the spot, disappearing like smoke in the wind.
A/N: Can you guys help me think of a new title. Suggestions welcome
