I had a momentary writer's block, but this idea came to me last night. Trust me, it leads somewhere. REVIEW!!

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I woke up to the sounds of screaming. Having fallen asleep at the computer desk, I hadn't slept very well to begin with. Being jerked from my light slumber did not make me very happy. Annoyed, I ventured down the stairs to see what was going on.

At the bottom of the steps, I ran into my parents. My mother was sobbing uncontrollably, and my father had his arms around her, saying comforting words. Even Butler, who's face was usually as blank and unmoving as a statue's, had tears running down his cheeks.

I asked, "What's going on?" The only answer I received was mother's quivering finger pointing to the first floor bedrooms. I decided to investigate. Bad idea.

The local police were swarming all around the good guest bedroom. Cautiously I entered, for the police ignored me, as I was a child. In the room, I found the mangled corpses of my mangled brothers. Automatically, I began to sob. I had only really been attached to Arty, for Beckett and Myles had never really endeared themselves to me, but still. They were my brothers, and now they were dead.

Noticing my absence, my parents quickly came and collected me, apologizing to the police profusely for the intrusion. Mother gathered me into her arms, allowing my tears to flow unchecked into the folds of her bathrobe. "Why?" I whispered, "Why?"

Our unhappy family was so consumed with our problems that no one detected a slight haze entering the room…

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I know it is short, but the best is left to come. REVIEW!!!