Gloomy weather has the tendency to foretell the worst of things. Clouds block the exuberant rays of the sun. The sky would be a dingy shade of gray. Thunder would boom in the nearby distance. Lighting would take the offer to strike. Today was such a day. The scent of rain was heavy. There was no downpour yet. A raven perched upon a branch. It knew something was amiss. Ravens were said to be one of Death's messengers...

The Largo mansion held a bland atmosphere. Few people roamed its corridors and hallways. Shadows hung about. It was far too quiet. If it was possible, you could hear the air swirl about the household. Paperwork had to be signed and filed. Payments were due. Repo Men were due to collect. Organs were to be harvested. It was a busy day for Miss Sweet.

Pavi stood in front of his sister's office. His arms swung behind his back. He smiled softly to himself. He could hear his brother's footsteps edging closer. Today was a perfect day for murder.

"Where are her bodyguards?"

The smile widened.

"Oh no, you didn't... I don't believe you. For Christ's sake, Pavi. Do you really have to go and seduce everything in sight?"

"It was-a part of the-a plan, Brother."

"Yeah, right." An eye roll.

"It wouldn't-a work if-a her guards were-a here."

"True..."

"Besides, fratello. Everyone loves the Pavi." He reached up to stroke Luigi's jawline. To Pavi, this was just a mere gesture. It was how he interacted with everyone, regardless of who he was and what he was known for.

"Don't fucking touch me," Luigi snapped sharply. He hated that. He despised when people reached out to touch him. It was a sign of affection. Signs of affection were for the weak.

There was an abrupt knock at Amber's door. The Queen of GeneCo rolled her eyes. In every aspect... she was surgically perfect. But Amber Sweet was anything but sweet. She was bitter and cold behind closed doors. She was only kind and charming to the media. It was her manipulative demeanor that achieved her high ranking.

Amber was well aware that it was her brothers. They probably were bound to complain about something incredibly stupid. She had little patience when it came to such dull things. She gave a light sigh before straightening her frame and neatly folded her hands. Amber bore a suit the shade of midnight. It was obviously made by some popular designer.

"What the fuck is it, brothers?!"

"Well, Sister, we just wanted to talk," Luigi gruffly responded.

Great. That would turn into an hour long speech about coffee and GenTerns. Was that all they could think about? The need for sex and caffeine? She shook her head as a funny image appeared in her mind. Why couldn't anyone just invent a perfect GenTern made out of caffeinated coffee? That was the least of her problems, however.

"Enter. Make it quick. I have a meeting soon."

Little did she know that she wouldn't be attending... Both brothers knew she would never see the light of day again. They entered with unison. Heads hung high with pride. Their arms folded behind their backs. They appeared all too happy in Amber's grim opinion. She rose from her throne, striding over to her siblings. Her heels clicked against the floor boards. Her arms swooped open as she flashed a false smile (it was as synthetic as everything else was about her).

"Well?"

Pavi took a few steps back, closing the door. It shut with a firm click. Silence resumed its course. Suspicion flitted in Amber's mind. What did they exactly want?

"Just a talk," Luigi remained calm.

"It will-a be over soon, sorella."

The raven-haired male walked towards his sister. He lovingly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. The mask curved with a delightful smile. Shivers ran down Amber's spine as she tensed. She did not appreciate them playing such games.

"Hush-a, hush-a, hush-a. Don't-a say a world, my beautiful sister." The Italian accent slowly began to diminish. "They say-a that those who deserve death, die in a short amount of time from the pain, because of their ways." His words were filled with venom and menace.

Luigi had never realized Pavi had a side like this to him... something dark and cunning. Pavi wasn't as stupid as Luigi thought. He had underestimated his brother and for that, he cursed himself. He would have to be careful.

The glovers they wore were white. White was supposedly divine and pure. It was also considered 'holy'. The white would soon be tainted by a violent ruby shade.

"He's right," Luigi insisted with a grin. "It'll be quick. You never deserved GeneCo. You're a whiny little brat, a pathetic daddy's girl." He sneered.

"I've got news for you, brothers. Daddy didn't give either of you GeneCo for a reason. You're both ruthless. A rapist and a murderer. Heh." She gave a light laugh, waving a hand. "I'm surprised he didn't shun you both. You're disgraces! Monsters!"

For the most part, The atmosphere around Luigi had remained brooding. But now... he was undeniably angered. He suffered another brutal blow to his pride and being. His body quaked with wrath. No more. She had crossed the line. He flung out his knife, arm swung high in the air. His grasp tightened on the blade's handle.

Amber's eyes widened at the sight. She felt the blade enter her abdomen. She saw it enter repeatedly. She felt it twist and curve. She saw the blood spill both from the wound and her mouth. The blood had splattered onto the ground.

She remembered Luigi's words, "I'll see you in Hell."

She remembered Pavi's," Death to the Queen." She heard his childish giggles.

Competition and royalty lied hand in hand. They were heirs to a promising future. They were both famous and rich. It made sense. The leader was bound to die.

Her body fell to the ground. Her eyes stared lifelessly towards the ceiling. Her mouth was pierced into an 'o' formation of shock and horror. Multiple stab wounds littered her torso. The blood surrounded her. The crimson dyed hair mocked a halo.

Luigi gave a sneer, adjusting his ascot. He muttered under his breath, "Fucking bitch... showed her. It serves her right."

Pavi knelt next to the corpse, tilting her heads upwards. He tentatively stroked her neck in an absent minded manner. He swung a leg over the body, pulling out something from his pocket. Luigi folded his arms, scoffing to express his distaste. He didn't have time for this. They didn't have time for this. They had to be quick in order to be efficient.

"What the fuck are you doing? We don't have time for this, Pavi."

The younger male flicked open his switchblade much to Luigi's surprise. Now it was Pavi's turn to curl his lip in distaste. He desperately yearned to add this face to the collection of other unlucky victims. A dark look twinkled in his eyes as he stared at the eldest.

"But it is-a most befitting, Brother..." A low growl rose from the effeminate one.

Jeez. I never knew he was like this after a murder...Luigi hated to admit that there was something appealing about it. He was quiet, eyes narrowed as Pavi continued to speak.

"...that she-a has been-a reduced to a pile of-a skin and-a bones. The Bitch is-a dead and for-a that, we should dance on-a her grave."

This was unlike Pavi's normal, fruity behavior. Then again, he was still a mental fruit. Insane. Unstable. The list could go on. Luigi was no better. They found their releases in raping and pillaging. It soothed their spirits.

Luigi let out a cross between a grunt and a laugh "Ya can't skin off her face, as much as we would like that. People would grow suspicious. That's why we're gonna frame that GraveRobber. She wanted Zydrate. She got it. She didn't pay and that's how this happened." He lightly kicked the body with the tip of his shoe.

"..." A thin frown knit onto the darkly painted lips. Pavi rose from the corpse, brushing off any possible or imaginary dirt on his clothing. Almost immediately a smile was ignited, "You're-a right, Brother.''

'Bout Goddamned time he said that. "You bet your ass I'm right."

"...No-a fingerprints?"

"What do you think I am? Do you think I'm fucking stupid? Of course not."

"Bene. This-a mess, though. It-a.... needs to be-a cleaned."

"We'll hire a GenTern." Then, I'll take care of that GenTern...

Pavi nodded. What he said next seemed odd, but true.

May God damn the Queen." An eerie grin appeared as he purred out the words.

"Yeah... May God damn her."

The framing would be the next step.

Murder has the potential to unleash the most deepest and darkest side of you. Your mind goes back in time. You rely on sheer instinct But murder unlocks something that is truly powerful. Sometimes killing soothes your emotions. However, this does not mean you can get away with it. For them, murder is passion, a deadly game of chance.

The raven spread its wings and flew away.

Author's Note: Thank-you ChaosandMayhem for being my Beta Reader! I thought about an alternate murder scene where both Luigi and Pavi contributed by circling Amber and taking stabs at her. I thought that would be similar to Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, however. For those of you who think the murder came too quick, it was inevitable. It had to happen quickly in order for the brothers to be successful. She would have caught on if they did not do it immediately. Everything is meant to be fast paced. Please don't hate me, Amber and GraveRobber lovers. They do have interesting characters. I merely had written this story out of my own curiosity of what could happen in the future. I hope you enjoyed this chapter regardless.