Chapter 1

Authors Note: Henry has an identical twin sister named Henrietta in this fanfic. She is the female version aka the genderbent version of him, so she is portrayed exactly the way Henry is portrayed. She and Henrietta are the deadly, psychopathic killing twins. Mark will also have a twin sister named Marcie.


Chapter 1

It was an early afternoon. It was a very chilly day in Rock Harbor, Maine. The harsh, cold breeze in the air. Thick layers of snow coated the dirt ground. The trees were mostly bare, and the ones that still had its leaves was coated with snow.

Two bodies suddenly emerged from the freezing water, and were now walking towards the rocky shores deserted beach. Drenched in salt water soaking their winter clothes, covered head to toe in seaweed, Henry and Henrietta Evans looked more like a pair of sea creatures than young pre-teens. Thankfully, nobody else was at out at the beach. It was a rather strange sight to see a body washed up in the sea, especially that of a twelve year old, never mind two twelve year olds. Otherwise, people definitely would've had some concerns. How were they going to explain what had happened?

"Thank fucking God we made it to safety." Henry said, coughing up a bit of salt water in his lungs.

"Yea, it's fucking amazing we're still alive. We should've fuckin' died from that fuckin' fall." Henrietta said while picking the seaweed out of her hair. "Fuck, there's so much sand in my hair. And my clothes, too. And my clothes are all soaked! This is the worst fucking day of my life!" She complained.

"You think I'm happy about this shit? This was my favorite designer jacket! My favorite scarf too! It's fucking ruined!" Henry shouted in anger.

"We have the same scarf, and don't forget, this was also my favorite outfit, and it costed just as much as yours did." Henrietta shot back sassily. "Besides, we have more problems to worry about then just our fancy clothes getting ruined by the fuckin' ocean."

"No shit, dumbass. Mark, Marcie, and Connie are the fuckin' problems. Susan and Wallace, too. God, I fucking hate those losers! I'm gonna fucking kill them! All of them will be fucking sorry!" Henrietta screamed.

"Damn right they will! I especially can't wait to kill that bitch of a mother! I'll make sure she'll be sorry that she EVER let us fucking fall! She almost KILLED us, Henry! SHE ALMOST FUCKING KILLED US!" Henrietta screamed in fury, her voice raising in temperature and pitch. Henrietta took several deep breaths, taking some time to control her temper, because if she didn't, she wasn't sure what she was going to do, and she needed to remain calm for now.

Henrietta shook her head in disbelief and scoffed. "God, this is all one terrible accident. Worst fucking accident ever."

Henry just shrugged. "Accidents happen."

"Just ask my Mom about Richard!" They both said in unison and laughed.

"We have the same mom, dumbass," Henry said in a playful way.

Henrietta suddenly turned to her blonde twin. "Did you break anything?" "No, I'm feeling great, except for my clothes being all soaked. And my favorite winter jacket being ruined. It was my favorite one!" Henrietta whined, causing Henrietta to burst into a fit of laughter. Now it was Henry's turn to feign anger, an act which just made Henrietta laugh more. However long he tried, Henry just couldn't be angry at Henrietta. She was his twin sister, his partner in crime, the only person he had in this world, and the only person he'd ever need. "How about you? Break any bones yet?" Henry asked. "Nah, the fall was completely painless. I didn't even cut or scrape anything. I'm completely untouched," Henrietta said pridefully. "Besides, how else would we have swam all the way across the ocean if we had been fucking paralyzed?"

"We gotta be invincible after this! I mean who does fall off a one hundred foot high cliff and not only survive, but just keep going like it's nothing? We're fucking unstoppable." Henry said.

"Yea. Any person would've died from that fall, and even if someone other than us did somehow survive, they'd still be in a lot of fucking pain. And they'd be paralyzed and crippled for life."

"Fuckin' retards."

"Losers." Henrietta nodded in agreement. Henry then turned to his twin. "Come on, sis. Let's go wash off all this seaweed and shit on us." Henrietta laughed. "Yea, I wouldn't want to just walk around town looking like this."

"God, I'm gonna fucking kill them all. Mark and Markita are gonna fucking regret ever fucking with us in the first place!"

"Don't worry, we'll kill them. We just need to wait. We just need to be patient."

"I know, I know! I just wish I could fucking kill them already!"

"Relax, we will. And I'm going to help you. We are going to do it together, just not now."

Henry and Henrietta continued the rest of their walk along the shores in silence, enjoying each other's company. They lost everything else; their glamorous life, their family- not that they even needed those dumb fucks anyway. The fall had nearly costed Henry and Henrietta's life. They were just grateful that they were alive, and still managed to not freeze to death from hypothermia or break any bones. The one thing Henry and Henrietta were the most grateful for was that they had each other. They didn't need anyone else, they only needed each other. So what if Mark and Marcie didn't want to be friends with them? They rejected the twins' offer of becoming long-life sisters and brothers, and becoming partners in crime, so they can go fuck themselves, for all Henry and Henrietta cared. Same with Wallace and Susan. And Connie. They're still planning on killing them all. Susan especially. She was the one who let Henry and Henrietta, her own two children, fall to their deaths. She had to die. Mark and Marcie also had to die. They rejected Henry and Henrietta's offer of lifelong friendship, of being their other brother and sister, and instead had caused more harm than good. Mark and Marcie had to go, plain and simple. They even stole Susan, their own mother, away from them! They were now the favorite twins! Susan chose to save them over her own two children!

The next day…

Wallace, Susan, Mark, Marcie, Jack, and Connie were hosting a funeral for Henry and Henrietta out by the cemetery near their house. Even without any bodies to bury, Wallace and Susan still placed two gravestones for Henry and Henrietta. Susan brought two bouquets of chrysanthemums. It was the only decent things they could've done for Henry and Henrietta. The only decent things. Not like they would've done any of the like, but still…

After the preacher finished his speech about the blonde twins, Jack, Wallace, and Connie decided to head back home. Susan, Mark, and Marcie decided to stay behind. Marcie glanced at Susan, Susan glanced back and nodded. Mark saw this and also nodded. All she did was nod. She didn't have to talk, neither did they. Marcie and Mark both shared an extremely close bond with Susan. It had begun before Henry and Henrietta had died, and their deaths had only strengthened it.

Marcie bent to her knees and retrieved a bouquet of dead, brown flowers from the ground. Chrysanthemums. Since Henry and Henrietta's dead, Susan had been tending a whole garden's worth of them in warmer months. Mark took a second, fresh bouquet of the flowers from his aunt and laid it next to Henry's gravestones. Marcie took the other bouquet and laid the flowers next to Henrietta's gravestone.

Together, they rose to their feet and stood there for a time, staring down at the three markers. One belonged to Richard, the other two, Henry and Henrietta.

"No matter what, I still love them," Susan said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"We'll never forget them," Marcie said in a somber voice.

"Never," Susan whispered.

Marcie then slid her hand into Susan's and looked up into her eyes. She was her and Mark's mother now. Or as close as she was ever going to get again. As if she'd read her mind, she smiled a little.

"Come on," she said. "Let's go home."

A sudden gust of wind rattled the branches overhead. Susan and Marcie walked back into the house, holding hands in silence. Mark merely pulled his jacket tighter and followed his aunt and his twin sister back toward the house.

But little did either of them know, they had and were still being watched. Two blondes, each of them wearing matching designer clothes and were smoking a cigarette, were watching Susan, Marcie, and Mark leave the cemetery. Little did they know was that Henry and Henrietta were very far from being dead. They were alive and perfectly fine, and they were seeking revenge.