Authors Note: Hey guys! This chapter is fairly short, just because when I got to the point I wanted to cut off I had about 500 words less then I normally do. No problem, I quite like this chapter and hope you do too! Also please leave your reviews, I absolutely love reading them. Compliments as well as criticism is appreciated (please be nice though, not like it's been a problem yet). Also just prepare yourself, this story is starting to have some rather dark parts.
Flashback "Wait, why do you.. uhhh," I tried addressing Sam. Sam's eyes widen at me, obviously surprised.
"Oh," He said, "You don't know,"
"Me and Cato are brothers,"
Peeta's POV
"Well, half-brothers, anyways," Sam adds. I can't help but notice how his eyes wonder away from me, as if he's in some trance. I can tell this was a touchy subject, as Sam tuned out the world and Cato shuffled uncomfortably. Cato nudged me before whispering in my ear.
"We should get out of here," he whispered, eyeing the door. I trust his judgment and step out, leaving Sam alone. We walk several feet until we're by the staircase.
"Sorry," he started. "I didn't think Sam would be in there,"
"I don't care that Sam was there, I like him and all. I just didn't know you two were…related," I said, still a little surprised.
"Yeah, we have the same mother. It's not a very fun story, honestly," Cato said.
"Are you and Glimmer related, then?"
"No, they share a father. He looks just like my mother did though," Cato said, looking down, almost in the way Sam did.
"Do you not want to talk about it?" I asked. I could tell this story was painful for both of them.
"No, no it's okay. Either Sam or I have to tell you eventually anyways. Just know that very few people know about it, and it needs to stay that way," I nod my head to show I understand.
"Basically, my mom had an affair with Glimmer's dad. Nobody knew about it, so when my mom got pregnant, everyone got ecstatic. I don't remember it personally, obviously, but my dad told me a few years ago. When my mom was close to having the baby, she admitted to my dad that she didn't know if the baby was his or not. My dad left my mom, only to come back 10 years later. My mom died giving birth to Sam, only living long enough to name him. He got put in custody of Glimmer's family, and a maid took care of me. When Sam was about 3, Glimmer and Sam's dad killed himself, reasons unknown. The note said something about guilt, so people figured it was about the affair. He was a doctor, left them each with a fortune. Anyways, 7 years later Glimmer's mom agreed to allow Sam to switch between living at mine and their house. It was partly because Sam needed someone to look up too, and Glimmer didn't really count, but mostly because we both just needed someone to talk too. That's about it,"
"Um," I try, having no idea what to say. I also felt pretty bad when I realized I indirectly brought up the subject.
"Oh wow," we both turn our heads to see Sam standing in the hallway. "I've always really fucking hated that story," Sam walked past us and down the stairs.
"If anyone needs me I'll be in my dance studio,"
The hurt in Sam's voice was like a slap in the face. Obviously, I didn't do any of these things to him, but it was as if I was in a cloud of his emotions, feeling a small dose of his pain. I wish I could do that to people. When Sam was out of earshot, Cato turned to me.
"Don't worry about him. He just needs to be alone for an hour or so and he'll be fine," Cato gave me a reassuring smile, and I felt a little better. Suddenly, Cato rose to his feet and started walking down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" I asked, mostly just curious.
"I should probably lock up the liquor cabinet,"
3rd Person POV
"So what do you think of the new kid?" Marvel asked, talking into his phone.
"Who, Peeta? He seems cool enough," Clove replied on the other line.
"Cato sure seemed to like him," Marvel laughed.
"Do you think Dominic's in the hospital right now?" Clove changed the subject, referring to Sam hitting him.
"Nah, how hard can Sam really punch? He's weighed the same amount since 4th grade," The two laughed briefly before Clove noticed she had an incoming call
"Hey hold on, I'm gonna lose this dude real quick," She said, changing lines.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Clove,"
"Who's this? You sound stoned, dude,"
"Well that's not polite of you to say,"
"Yeah cool whatever. Are you going to tell me who you are?"
"What if I said no?"
"What if I said goodbye?"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you,"
"I like my odds," Clove sneered, hanging up and switching back to Marvel.
"Who was that?" He asked.
"I don't know, some creep,"
"All that drama with the killer has this town going crazy," Marvel replied. Suddenly, Clove noticed the person had called back. She rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"One sec," She said, switching lines again.
"What?" She said, obviously annoyed.
Why would you hang up on me?"
"I don't know, why would you harass me?" She retorted.
"All that drama with the killer has this town going crazy," he mocked. Clove eyed around the room suspiciously.
"How did you he said that? Are you tapping my phone?"
"Better. I'm standing in the closet,"
Clove rolled her eyes. "That's original. And bullshit,"
"See for yourself,"
Clove eyed her closet door, hesitantly walking towards it. She slowly reached for the handle, secretly scared someone would come popping out. Suddenly, she yanked to door open, only to find it empty.
"Fuck you creep. I'm over this,"
"I never said I was in your closet, bitch,"
Clove was just confused now. "What?"
"That's the original part. I'll tell Marvel you said hi,"
Click. The line went dead.
Marvel stood, patiently waiting for Clove to pick up when his closet door swung open. He turned in shock to see a hooded figure lunging at him with a knife.
"HOLY SHIT," he screamed, moving out of the killer's way. He tried running, but the killer grabbed his ankle and he came tumbling down, hitting his head on his desk. He laid there, in shock as the killer held himself over him. He took out his knife, running it down Marvel's face. This was enough to make Marvel regain his senses, as he kneed the killer in the stomach. The killer wheezed and toppled off of him as Marvel made a bee line for the door.
Just as he swung the door open, the killer lunged for Marvel and stabbed him in the back. Marvel's eye's widened in shock as the killer covered his mouth with his free hand. Marvel elbowed them in the gut , causing their grip to falter. He managed to break free and started running out the door. Soon, however, Marvel's stab wound caught up to him as he fell onto his stomach. As he began crawling for the stairs, he heard the killer calmly walk towards him. Suddenly, they grabbed his shoulder and flipped him onto his back before stabbing him directly in the chest. Weak, Marvel slowly raised his arm and took off their hood, staring in the eyes of his killer.
Marvel's last words were "fuck you,"
Peeta's POV
"Why do you need to lock up the liquor cabinet?" I asked, although I realized the answer as soon as I said it.
"We don't want Sam to get ahold of it, now do we? Don't worry, he's not an alcoholic or anything. He just gets drunk, like, really easy," he adds quickly when he saw my face. Well, I guess that made sense, even I had to weigh at least 50 pounds more than Sam. I simply nodded my head to show I was listening. As we made our way down to the living room, we noticed Sam pacing around the room, talking on his phone.
"Alright. Thank you for letting me know," He hung up his phone, before slowly bowing his head.
"Marvel's dead," he stated solemnly, making his way to the couch. I was surprised, but Cato was completely petrified.
"Was he killed?" I asked. Sam simply nodded his head before collapsing on the couch. I tried comforting Cato, but he still seemed unaware of his surroundings. We slowly walked over to the living room before joining Sam on the couch.
"Are you sure?" Cato asked. Sam nodded again.
"It was the police," he said, holding up the phone.
"We officially have a serial killer," Sam stated.
"I wonder if they'll make a movie about this," I thought outloud.
"If they made a movie, who would play us though?" Cato added, coming back to his senses. He still seemed a little shocked, though. We all sat around in thought for a moment.
I looked at Sam in thought. He looked far too youthful to really look like any celebrity, and his persona would be too hard to capture for most.
"You look like a young Cody Linley," Cato said to Sam. Sam shrugged and nodded.
"BUT, with my luck they'll probably cast Brent Corrigan," Oh god. The worst part about that is Sam is probably right.
Our conversation was cut short when we heard a banging on the front door.
"Hello?" Someone shouted. "I know you're in there Sam," I knew that voice…
Dominic was here.
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