Cabin Four - I'll Swallow Your Soul

The cabin door banged open, letting in a swirl of snow and two very cold, very agitated figures.

"This is all your fault, Pietro!" Wanda shouted. "A nice snow shoeing trip to bond as family… what BULLSHIT!"

"Hey, I didn't start the blizzard! Be thankful I found this cabin!"

"I'm about to increase the probability of you spontaneously combusting, Pietro..." Wanda growled. She looked around the cabin, her eyes fixing on the buck's head over the fireplace. Something about it…

While his twin was mesmerized by the amazing taxidermy work, Pietro zipped over to the corner and examined a rather crusty looking blanket. "Ew," he muttered. "That looks like-" He was interrupted by the very distinct sound of a shotgun being pumped. Pietro froze, then turned slowly around to find his sister had trained a sawed-off shotgun on him.

"Wanda…?" he asked cautiously, wondering where the hell she'd gotten the gun.

"Come get some," Wanda said and fired.

Pietro avoided the blast. "What are you DOING?!" he screamed. Wanda reloaded, grinning crazily. Pietro decided he was fast, but not suicidal. He ran to the front door and escaped into the blizzard, narrowly avoiding being raped by a tree in the process.

"Groovy," Wanda said.

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