Accident
A/N: First things first. The ages of the twins Henry and Orville have been changed from five to seven. The length of each chapter will depend on how much information is put into it. All other characters shall remain the same.
Chapter One
"I'm bored!" Henry cried out as he fell onto his bed, his golden blonde hair falling gracefully into his dark green eyes.
"You always are," his twin, Orville, replied. "But I'll admitt that I'm bored to. Would you like to do something?" Henry peered from down at his brother from his top bunk. Orville smiled up at him, his blue eyes glistening under his mop of white blonde hair.
"We could play hide - and - seek," Henry suggested. "Just like we used to. This mansion is big enough, anyway." Orville nodded slowly. His family had just moved from their old home into a mansion. Their mother Lydia's growing expectance of a baby had led to their father Neville's sudden push for the move. The mansion was large and full of life, but the weather was always dark and dreary, and there was a graveyard out back.
"Oh alright," Orville agreed after a minute. "But I want to count first."
"Fine with me," Henry said as he jumped off the bed and headed for the door.
"No hiding in the attic or basement!" Orville shouted out after him. Henry yelled something, but his voice had grown too distant for Orville to hear. Orville shifted slightly as he began to count. He became so asorbed in counting that he was barely aware of the slight creaking noise that issued from the slowly opening window.
Henry poked his head out from under the pool table. Orville should have been in this room by now. Perplexed by the absence of his twin, Henry decided that he would now be the seeker and he went to look for his brother.
He was on his way up to his room when he ran into Madame Clairvoya, the resident fortune teller. "Henry!" she cried out, grabbing both his shoulders with her ring covered fingers. "I meant to tell you this before! Beware! Bad luck has befallen this house! Beware!" She shrieked dramatically and ran down the nearest staircase. Henry looked at her over his shoulder. She was a little odd.
Henry ran the rest of the way to his room. He pushed open the door and found himself face - to - face with the family butler, Shivers.
"Master Henry," Shivers whispered. "I have found...a rather grave...discovery." Henry looked at the butler. His old and tired face look paler then usual.
Henry looked passed the butler to his bed. His breath became caught in his throat, and he felt light - headed.
Lying on the bed was Orville. His face was as white as marble, and his eyes were wide and filled with fear. His right hand was clutched into a fist.
Henry moved from Shivers to his twin. "Orville?" he whispered, reaching out and touching the older twin's face. He was cold. Henry shuddered as tears began to slip slowly from his eyes. Then, after letting out a pityful wail, Henry turned and ran for his father.
Neville was busy signing final payment sheets for the mansion when Henry burst through the door, his red outfit dishrevled and crying loudly. "Daddy! Daddy!" Henry screamed as he threw himself at his father's feet.
"Not now Henry!" Neville shouted at Henry. "I'm busy!"
"Daddy, you don't understand!" Henry cried out.
"No! Now go away!" Neville said. "I'll be with you in a minute."
Henry looked at his father through tear - stained eyes and turned slowly and crawled from the office.
About an hour later Neville finished his paperwork. After hiding it safely in his bookcase he decided to head across the hall to the twin's room and find out what was wrong with Henry.
"Henry?" Neville called out gently as he opened the door. He heard a slight sniffling, and turned to look for his son. He gasped loudly.
Henry was sitting on his bed next to an unmoving Orville. Henry's hand was clutched tightly around his brother's.
"Henry," Neville whispered.
"I...I don't...don't know...what hap...happened," Henry whispered, hiccuping slightly. "I...just f...found him h...here like this."
"Is he breathing?" Neville asked Henry, although he had the feeling that he knew the answer.
"No," Henry replied. "Daddy, Orville's dead."
Neville grimaced and turned away.
