Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Violet, once home, had decided against telling her family, when they arrived, of the situation earlier. Besides that, nothing really happened. Not with the man or Max, so by any instance they didn't really need to know anything about what happened that afternoon. Not that anyone was home anyway. It was just emptiness in the house when she arrived home. The house was still in disarray - there was Alan's toy cars and Gordon's old boats on the coffee table, there was a stack of paper (Virgil preferred this paper for his art) and a folder for John's exam revision.

That was until someone shoved a letter through the door.

Violet had been upstairs, briefly packing away her school things and pulling out her revision notes on Alleles and DNA when the sound of something being pushed through the letterbox startled her. It was late afternoon, the postman had been that morning (the letters that arrived that morning were just on the radiator because Violet scanned through them). The fact that something had been pushed through at nearly 4pm was concerning. Creeping down the stairs and casting her glance at the lone letter at the foot of the door, she stalked over to it hesitantly, unsure whether she should or shouldn't touch it. Should she?

Violet picked it up. No addressee, no return address, just blank, but something was definitely in it.

Sliding her finger under the plastic sticky seal, (still loose, recently sealed), Violet opened it with ease and allowed the contents to slip out into her hands, unknowing and a little concerned at what it could possibly be. There was a note, and some very shiny paper behind it. The note, in very fancy calligraphy considering its message, was very unnerving. Max. Erin. I'm watching them.

Flipping over to the photo, and it can't have been more than a few days old. The scene was the path by the corner shop, the one where Max suspected the person following them came from, and it was of Violet and Max as he showed her a picture himself. The image he was showing wasn't visible, but Violet remembered it because there was a boy who had fallen down the few stairs to the corner shop and scraped his knee in the background. She remembered it because it was a picture of Erin and Max at an awards show at her school. She remembered because Max said she was better than ever, and thanked her for it.

The next thought that occurred to Violet was panic. She couldn't let anyone see this. Innocent as it was, it proved that someone was following her and someone clearly did not have the best of intentions if they were posting unmarked letters through doors. Rushing back into her bedroom, she shoved the photo and note into her calendar and vowed to dispose of it as soon as possible. Besides, Dad would be arriving home soon.

The Next Day:

"Virgil, you cannot be serious!" Violet exclaimed as the twins walked down the footpath to their house.

"I'm deadly serious, Vi. What if this escalated?" Virgil countered.

"But that... It's ridiculous. Mr Paxton just got out of prison. He wouldn't want to go back in in a hurry, would he?"

"Depends on if he's caught."

"What you're suggesting is more ridiculous than when Gordon covered Scott in icing sugar at Christmas."

"It is not, Vi, and you know it too."

Violet sighed, "What makes you think that -" Violet stopped at they approached the house. Virgil took another step and realised that she had stop. He asked what was wrong, and Violet pointed to the front door, "What's that?" It was ajar, and no one else was home yet. Were they? Violet didn't think so. The twins frowned. Violet wanted to stay where she was. Virgil had no such inhibitions, and it was clear that he was both worried and angry.

"What are you doing?!" She hissed at him as Virgil took steps closer to the house.

"What do you think Violet?" He retorted, reaching for a lone baseball bat the children had left outside. He didn't waste any time in prodding the door wide open and proceeded inside.

"Virgil! Get out!" She hissed. He didn't listen. "We should call Dad!"

Violet gave up, picking up the other bat and following him inside. The front room was a mess. Cushions everywhere, cupboards yawning, books all over the place. Virgil was heading upstairs, after whispering "No one in here.", referring to the ground floor in general, or so she assumed. Violet made her way to the cellar, stepping on glass and sharply looking down. It was a family photo of all 8 of them, Alan only a baby at the time, and it was one to treasure. Violet picked it up and wiped away the shards of glass, putting the photo back into its original place on the bookshelf, feeling dismayed that it was broken. Concerned because someone had broken in and wrecked everything, more specifically a precious family portrait, she continued heading towards the cellar, opening the door and making her way slowly down the stairs. Nothing, at all.

"Nothing down here, Virge." She announced, climbing the stairs, closing the door and heading upstairs to meet her twin. She was slightly concerned that he didn't respond to her.

Where is he?

She wondered this as she stepped into the threshold of their bedroom, tapping the door and giving it a gentle prod with her own bat. It creaked loudly, making Violet wince and worry, anyone in the house would know where she was now. She took a moment, scanning the scene, before realising that something was very, very wrong. "Virgil!" She cried out, dropping the bat and rushing to the unconscious Virgil on the floor. His bat was by his right hand, and Violet was concerned that Virgil had come to some serious harm. She shook his shoulders, repeating his name, trying to get him to respond but was unsuccessful in doing so.

Wait - Someone's here! How else is he like this?!

But by the time she realised this, someone had struck her over the back of the head, knocking her to the ground unconscious, falling beside her brother. Her head spun as she looked at Virgil before her vision faded to black, taking her from reality.

Yet another filler. It's infuriating trying to think of things to happen and then... nope. Please review?