Thanks to SakuraKiss96, the first ever reviewer of this story, and Gravind Divine! Sorry for the slow update. Despite the lack of reviews, I'm so happy you guys cared! :))))

The reason why I was slowing the update was because I was worried about the reception. "A bit of darkness thrown into the story might scare people off" was a thought that was on my mind for a few days. However, I'm brave, and I'll take a risk.

p.s: A fair warning to those who read the first chapter: it tends to get a little dark from now on. There will be absolutely no sibling corruption nor mental diseasing etc. What happens in this chapter will be explained in the following ones.

A bit of angsty and slightly violent dreams. A warning to those who dislike cheesy scripts and bad dreams.

"I still can't get it!"

Fred ran a frustrated hand through his red hair, trying not to bellow all the profanity in the world.

"Freddie, you don't have to. Episkey might help."

George winced as his ankle began pulsating, alternating between sickly shades of green, purple, and blue.

Fred felt his throat clog with tears as his twin writhed in pain. However, he had managed to steal-um-borrow a spell book from Percy's bedroom (it had been a beyotch to unlock). It contained hundreds of spells, but he hadn't been able to find the perfect one.

"Episkey is too weak! You know it's only for the stupid stuff. You know, like nosebleeds or skinned knees."

He flicked through the healing section for the fifth time until he found the description he needed: A magical splinter for all your broken and shattered parts (ego not included). Fred snickered at the cheesy joke and read the incantation.

"Um..Ferula?"

With an enormous bang, both twins went flying in both directions, Fred crashing into the wall, and George (luckily) landed in the nearby laundry basket. Fred groaned as he felt bruises form on his back, but all was forgotten when he heard his brother's yelps. Unfortunately, his ankle had landed right on the rim of the basket, slamming his Achilles heel. A few tears ran down his freckled cheeks, he was obviously holding his screams in. Fred darted over and picked him up, whispering apologies into his ear.

"Georgie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to turn out like that."

"It wasn't your fault Fred. I'm telling you, you don't have to try so hard!"

A sudden pain stabbed him in the chest when he heard his words. Fred opened his mouth to reply, until a strange, tiny voice tugged at the back of his head.

'See Fred? He doesn't care that he's helping you. Why don't you just give up, and stop acting like a bloody boyfriend around him. Come on, trust me and let me lead the way.'

"Fred? You okay mate?"

He felt lightheaded and strange, like a cloud was encasing his mind. Unable to take the nausea, Fred stuttered, and slumped down with George in his arms. George panicked as his twin's eyes glazed over with a white sheen.

"Fred? Freddie? Snap out of it! Please!"

I can't hear anything.

"FRED! Wake up! What's going on? No! Wake up you git! Now!"

I don't want to.

"Don't you dare leave me! Stay awake!"

I already am leaving.

"Don't! Fred, it hurts, it hurts!"

Wait, what?

Forcing his eyes open, he couldn't help but cry out in horror of what he was seeing. George was on the ground, being strangled by his own hands. His foot was planted on his ankle, breaking it even further. An audible snap resounded, but George couldn't even scream. All that sounded from his throat were death chokes.

"Freddie..*cough*..stop.. It hurts!"

Fred tried to pry himself off, but his body wouldn't listen. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Even his tears were betraying him.

"Fred..."

With a final cough, George went limp in his hands, tears still running out of his cloudy eyes.

"NO! GEORGE!"

*bang*

"Bloody hell Fred. You're finally awake. And you haven't listened to my warning about that bunk."

Fred blinked and looked around. He was in George's bed, and his head was aching badly. George had made a improvised crutch from an old broomstick.

"Seriously, you were so heavy I actually considered leaving you on the ground. But since I'm such a nice brother.."

Laughing, he turned around, cleaning up the mess caused by the previous explosion. Fred hastily wiped away the tears that were running down his face. Before he saw.

'George is still alive.'

'A dream?'

All for now! Please, tell me your opinions. This story won't go as far as M (I am a horrible lemon writer, as I've never gone that far in any stories I've written.) but T for violence and maybe a tad bit of swears.

Reviews would be lovely, but not mandatory. I'm just glad if you read it and enjoyed it!

(p.s: the voice isn't Fred's inner mind. It is in fact, another person on the outside.)

DUN DUN DUN

-Citrusfruitful