She heard the door open then close again. She rolled over to see who had come in, but before she could gasp at the sight before her, the first brother had a hand pull on
her hair and a switchblade at her throat. She watched as the other figure walked around the other side of the bed and pulled a syringe out of his pocket. "Move, we kill
you" replied the first one. "Don't move, we still kill you" the second one grinned. "Who are you?" she managed to say through gritted teeth, as the first one pulled her hair
harder. "One" replied the figure holding her hair. "Two" replied the one with the syringe. "Great" she said, her fears slowly ebbing a little. "Not only do I have two albino
twin freaks in my bedroom, but now I know they can count." One snarled and pressed the blade harder to her throat, drawing blood. "We can also do a lot more than
that," he whispered in her ear. Two had finished filling the syringe with a clear yellow solution. "This might…sting……….a little," One whispered as Two grinned and
stuck the needle into her arm. She gasped as she felt the cold solution travel up her arm and into her head. She fought the blade and the needle, but with Two holding her
arm and One holding her head, she didn't have much of a chance. Still, she fought until the drug took effect a few minutes later. The last thing she saw before she passed
out was the twins faces, smirking at her like cheshire cats that had finally caught the mouse.