Yes, chapter 16 done. Umm…I was supposed to get this out earlier but personal life got in the way. Something happened to my ten years old cat and now her right front leg is swollen and bloody and then I have work and babysitting and school so yes had no time for this chapter lately. The idea for this chapter came from a E Investigates Serial Killers or something like that. So there.

Thanks for everyone who reviewed and keep it up. Enjoy.

Charles Ng raped, tortured, and murdered twenty five people including men, women, and kids. He didn't discriminate on age, color, or sexual orientation.

Fred and Rose West slaughtered at least twelve lives; some say their victims were sacrifices to the devil.

Coral Eugene Watts was a very cruel black man who killed over eighty lives in the most horrible of ways.

Albert Fish was the amazing Hannibal Lector who picked on children because they were such easy targets. No one knew how many he actually murdered. He did receive the title of the most deranged murderer in American History, with murders so gruesome that the police detectives gagged and vomited at the mere sight of the decaying corpses.

So the real question here was what describes a serial killer? Some dictionaries say a serial killer is anyone who murdered more than two people at different times. Others say three.

What makes a serial killer famous then? Is it cases where the crimes are highly publicized, is it crimes that deal on children who no one likes seeing hurt or killed? Is it crimes where someone famous is involved? Well, what is it?

Why do most serial killers fail then? Charles was found out when a survivor of his torturing escaped and ran to the police. Fred and Rose were caught when their young daughter told her brother than Fred molested her who led the police to their house where they found evidence of murder. They confessed to thirty murders. Albert Fish was caught when one of his victim's family received a note saying that he raped and brutally killed their daughter. Coral Eugene Watts was stupidly caught breaking into a house and attempted to kill two girls. The police soon found out about the other murders.

What was the fate of these people: Albert Fish was executed in an electric chair. Fred and Rose committed suicide on the cold floor of the state prison. Coral Eugene died of Prostate Cancer, Charles, well…he is still on death row, to this very day.

Do you see the point?

Do you?

Lets try this again…

Charles Ng was a psychopath who raped, tortured, and murdered twenty five people including men, women, and kids. His favorites were babies, little babies.

Fred and Rose West believed that incest was normal so they wouldn't mind if their dad or cousins or brother came over to fuck their children or if they wanted to fuck their children.

Albert Fish boasted that he had children in every state of the United States, declaring he raped or/and murdered over one hundred children from 1924 to 1932.

Coral Eugene Watts only attacked girls from the ages of 14-34 and choosing different ways and jurisdictions to make sure he didn't get caught. His killing spree lasted from 1974 to 1982.

Is the picture clearer now? Do you get the message here, do you see it yet? Perhaps we should add some of the other favorites Ed Gein, Karla Homolka, Tommy Lynn, do I need to say more? Yet all these serial killers have one thing in common can you see what it is? If you don't then you should research it. Research them until you are dizzy and you still may not see the similarities. If you cant see it than to bad for you.

Okay before everyone gets bored to death lets try this one last time, and maybe, just maybe you will see it.

Charles Ng raped, tortured, and murdered twenty five people including men, women, and kids.

Fred and Rose West crazy slaughtering at least twelve lives; robbed banks and then murdered.

Coral Eugene Watts was a very cruel black man who killed over eighty lives in the most atrocious of ways.

Here it is…the ultimate truth about serial killers…

When Lee Jordon was a small boy his dad would constantly watch investigating shows about these famous serial killers. Lee's father Ryan called them his real family. Ryan would force Lee and Louis to sit in front of the Television watching show after show about Ed or Jack or countless other killers. Both Lee and Louis were obsessed with the shows. Lee was obsessed with the murderers, he grew attached to them, worshipped the grounds they walked on. Louis was obsessed with the murder. He didn't care about the attacker, didn't care about where the murderer grew up, when his first murder was, or their psych at the times of the murder(s). All he cared about was the murdered victim, wondering why were they picked, why were them so unfortunate to be stalked or attacked by the murderer. Louis wanted to know everything about the victims, if they had a good childhood, if they were loved, if they knew they were loved, did their murderers loved them. Louis only wanted to know about the victims because in his case they are the only people that are important. To Louis, serial killers are unimportant except for ending the murdered victim.

Lee wasn't a serial killer, he had never really killed anyone…well Hermione died, but it wasn't Lee who killed her it was the zombies so he didn't count that as murder. Sure Alicia was killed from a bomb that he sent her, but it wasn't him who killed her technically it was the bomb. Lee was still as he was ten years ago watching the court channel with guilty pleasure wishing he could surpass all the murderers. Lee wanted to be the it murderer, the one which everyone for generations and generations would remember. He considered himself special though already. He was a torturer and a rapist and he would boast that he was the best damn torturer and rapist that lived. Yet he couldn't be famous just because he tortured and raped one person. No, Lee must add murder. After the first murder will be another and another and another. Lee needed to beat Albert's 100 victims if he was going to become the best gruesome murderer ever.

Louis liked to think that Lee was savable. Louis would like to think that with a therapy and separation that Lee was still that bright ten years old boy who wouldn't even harm a fly. That was the Lee that Louis remembered, Lee petting dogs and cats, dressing them up in clothes, acting like his pets were his babies. Louis remembered the Lee who would stand up for people who were being picked on, the loyalty he expressed to his friends and family. Now, Lee would probably be that person throwing rocks at people, he would probably kick the dogs and cats, and show no sign of loyalty at all.

It wasn't such a cruel fate that Louis and Lee were as opposite as the night and sky. The older sibling hanging desperately to the ropes of denial as the other climbs his rope of obsession. They weren't even close, couldn't be, their lives depended on them staying drifted about. A bastard can't be close to a saint and a saint can't be drawn into the bastard's life. Time was clicking though and the time Lee was stuck at Louis's house was precious time that was slowly twisting together.

If there were two things that neither would be able to get rid of it was Lee's hate of happy families and Louis's lack of faith of relationships. Lee loathed happy families with their precious smiles and games. Lee hated hearing Hermione talking about going skiing with her parents, Alicia going ice skating with hers, and of course the Weasleys. With there was a family that pissed him off the most it would be the Weasleys. The Weasleys were always there for together, always there to cheer one of them up when they need it, there for advice, for comforting hugs and kisses on the check. It sickened Lee. He didn't understand why George and Fred who were always troublemakers had such a great family when Lee himself was stuck with a psycho dad and a drunken terrified mother. The twins had everything while Lee had to make due with a pseudo family and a spiteful spirit.

Louis sometimes wondered if Lee's attraction for George wasn't because of love but whither out of jealousy. George was everything that Lee was not. George was brave, kind, and a generally happy energetic person who sparked happiness everywhere he goes. Lee on the other hand would act happy at Hogwarts and in public but his real personality was tastefully depressed and broken up with rage and depression. Lee would have wanted to be a George but since he couldn't…

Late at night Lee knew the reason he had to have George was because he was madly intrigued by him. It was the way that George managed to keep his smiling personality. At the same time Lee wondered why George and not Fred? After all Lee could have easily fallen for either of the great twins but his eyes were immediately drawn to George.

Louis knew that Lee should have chosen Fred after all Fred was, at least from the few times Louis met both the twins, the leader. Fred was more headstrong, stubborn, arrogant, and a narcissist. George was more quiet, a follower clearly, feeding off his brother's words and structure. Wouldn't it be more rewarding for a torturer to torture someone who still believes that they are the center of the world? Wouldn't it be more rewarding to break someone strong willed and stubborn then someone who probably would break at the slightest of touch?

Lee knew deep down that the reason he chose George was because George was well…believe it or not innocent. Lee wasn't talking about the sexual sense of innocence but Lee didn't doubt that he was innocent in that sense. It was the way he viewed things, the glass was always half-full, the world is full of wonder and beauty. It was the way that simple things scared him: scary stories, the night, the war, losing his twin, ect. It was the way that he wanted somebody to love him but was too afraid of being hurt to allow anyone to get close enough. It was his personality, helping people who fall up, making weeping people smile.

Louis worried on some nights, crying in his giant bed, that he couldn't save Lee. Lee wasn't all he feared he couldn't help, he was also afraid that he couldn't save George either. Everyday Lee was talking more and more about George. The more time that passed Louis started to find little notes and pictures. Pictures of the burrow, notes about where everyone sleeps, when the family gets up, when the family eats, and when the family sleeps. It worried Louis, kept him up late at night as he tried to find a way to save his brother. There was no way though, yet the denial in Louis was too great to allow Louis to see that.

Lee desperately hoped that Louis stayed in denial, because once the denial stopped Louis would have to make a choice and neither of the choices was good.

"Charles Ng raped and tortured twenty five people, including babies and old people. He wasn't afraid to take the plunge." Lee whispered as he watched the show on serial killers once again. Louis stared numbly at Lee as the younger man turned to Louis.

"Fred and Rose West tortured and killed so many people." Lee mumbled again and Louis closed his eyes tiredly.

"Coral Eugene Watts killed…"

"Lee shut up." Louis yelled interrupting Lee as he turned off the television and faced his brother.

"Louis what makes a serial killer famous?" Lee asked and Louis shook his head as he faced the wall feeling sick.

"I don't know, why?" Louis asked again and Lee smiled.

"Because they weren't afraid of trying."

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Being home was bizarre to George; everything seemed off to him, like he was in an alternate universe. The first thing that made him feel bizarre was the way that his mother was NEVER mad at him now, George begun to think that even if he burnt the house down his mother wouldn't get livid. She now, always had this fake huge smile on her face every time he was in the same room with her and would speak in an upbeat squeaky voice that was painful to hear. She also started this thing about food too. On Monday she had ham dinner, on Tuesday she had ham omelets for breakfast, ham sandwiches for lunch, and a ham feast for dinner. On Wednesday she had ham steak and eggs for breakfast, ham sandwiches for lunch, and stuffed ham jalapeños. On Thursday, she had waffles with ham steak for breakfast, ham sandwiches for lunch, and ham burritos for dinner. On Friday she gave up on ham and instead had eggs and bacon for breakfast, BLT for lunch, and bacon burritos for dinner. Now, George knew Molly was making the meals because George loves ham and bacon and sausage but honestly eating it for every meal was just ridiculous.

Then there was Arthur. George barely saw Arthur anymore; Arthur was always out hunting Lee or working at the ministry. In fact Arthur usually goes to work by six and won't drag himself home until seven or eight. At dinner he would always bore everyone by talking about his work as if it was the most important thing in the world. It was like a new obsession with Arthur, work, and he barely wanted to come home anymore. What was really bad for poor George was that Arthur wanted to help his son eat his dinner which was embarrassing for George of course. Then Arthur had this thing about having family time together after dinner where he will read stories to his family or look at old pictures. George hated 'family time' with a passion. He just wanted to go back to his bedroom and lay in bed after dinner but no, Arthur won't let him.

Then there was Ron. His younger brother was so stressed that he was to the point of breaking down. The reason was safe to say because of his twin babies who were at the age where there were starting to talk and kept Ron busy when Ron wasn't at work. Ron got a job after the twins were born so he could buy a good apartment for his twins and him. Ron was spending about nine hours at a boring cooperation that he hated just to come home and take care of his twins who never wanted to sleep when Ron did. Ron was also stressed because Hermione's parents were trying to get custody of the twins and Ron was struggling to keep custody of his babies. The babies were cute though and very talkative, repeating the five words they know over and over again, which brightened the mood of everyone if only for a while.

Fred had been absent lately which was miserable to George. Fred had his job which opened at eight and closed at seven so except for before work, at lunch, or after seven George didn't see Fred that much. After work Fred really was too tired to talk and usually will barely answer any questions that George would ask. It wasn't that Fred didn't care about George because Fred cared a lot about George it was just that he was so worn out that he could barely keep his eyes open. Fred barely slept at night though, he was afraid that if he slept something bad would happen to George, and it added to his drowsiness.

Then there was Draco. Draco and Fred talk a lot more than Fred and George did. Mostly it was because Draco and Fred work together so they had the majority of time to talk. Draco was becoming quite a good adopted son to the Weasley family, helping Molly with dishes, helping Ron with the twins, helping Arthur come up with ways to find Lee. Yes, Draco was becoming quite popular to the Weasley family and most of them adore him as if he was one of their own. Fred began to think of the blond haired boy as his brother as well. In fact they became so close that Draco and Fred sat next to each other at dinner times and was beginning to finish each other's sentences. Ron and Draco became close too as Draco helped teach Cedric to say more words and would go on walks with Ron and his kids. Draco even became close to Harry which surprised George a lot. Everyone liked Draco… except for George.

George couldn't help but feel like Draco was stealing his family from them. The family spent more time talking to Draco than George. At first George didn't seem to mind that much, but now he couldn't help but feel jealous of Draco. Even now at dinner time George loathed Draco, why? The answer lies in the seat arrangements. George was seating in the chair that he always sat at in the burrow. The seat next to him where Fred usually sat was not Fred but Ron. Fred was actually sitting across from him. The person sitting next to Fred was Draco. George was confused at first why Fred didn't sit next to him but now it was very clear. Draco had replaced him. Draco had replaced the George Fred once knew, so who was George to Fred now? George watched his brother closely as he followed the conversation between Draco and Fred as if it was his job.

"…so, she actually brought the crappy items." Draco said before laughing and Fred shook his head.

"They never were a good seller. Honestly I think that George and I barely sold one hundred of them when we both used to be working." Fred replied with a smile. George flinched at the 'used' that came out of Fred's mouth.

"Yeah, I think the store really improved now. Who would have known that I would have improved the shop so much?" Draco boasted and both Fred and George looked down at the table feeling a little bit hurt.

"You didn't think the store was good before?" Fred asked again as he knocked his hands on the table with worry.

"It was good, but even good things could be improved. You two did the hard work and I just polished it up." Draco said smugly before picking at the sausage on his plate. Fred glanced over at George before looking back at his plate, moving the pieces of meat around with his fork.

"You know lets talk about something else." Molly called from her seat shaking her head at Fred who immediately blushed.

"What's there to talk about?" Fred mumbled and George switched his eyes to his mother, looking at the wrinkles around her eyes.

"Umm…Ginny…Draco…Harry? Arthur how was work today?" Molly asked.

"It was long. A couple more exploding toilets today than usual and some idiots released a couple of buldgers in a muggle party." Arthur explained without his usual enthusiasm.

"Oh no, are the muggles okay?" Molly asked with concern.

"Yeah, they were a little traumatized but nothing that a weak memory charm couldn't heal." Arthur responded as he swooshed his food around on his plate.

"That's good." Ginny added and Arthur nodded.

"Yeah, then after that it was pretty boring. I just went back to my desk and started on the mess of files." Arthur said the memory of his boring day still fresh in his mind. Molly frowned as the table fell once more into silence. Molly coughed nervously as she tried to scan though her mind to come up with something to say. She couldn't find one.

Fred sighed in his seat, never taking his eyes off his brother who was staring at the floor. George could feel his brother's glaze on him and he was struggling not to look at him. Fred knew George was starting to feel uncomfortable but he couldn't look away. Fred had so many questions he was dying to ask and he wanted the answers. George knew sooner or later Fred or someone else was going to be asking him questions about his kidnapping; in fact George was frightened that once the day came when someone had the courage to ask, he wouldn't have the courage to open his mouth.

The twins eyes met and suddenly all thoughts were drained of each other's minds. It was like the other's eyes memorized them. Fred remembered the first time that George looked at him after awakening from the coma, it seemed so long ago.

Fred's eyes were set, a questioning tint to them, and a sparkle of protection and love. George's eyes were full with its owner's torture, with a spaced out quality in them spiked with sparks of pain and brokenness. Both the twins had black bags under their tired eyes and their hair was left tangled and wild. Fred's skin had a healthy tint on his face while George's skin was dried out and traces of pimples could be seen spread across his face. Fred's teeth were pretty healthy with a variety of white and light yellow. George's teeth were…well…some were missing; the rest was suffering from not being brushed for too far too long. George's remaining teeth were suffering from cavities and plaque buildup and his tongue was still sore and a major site of infection.

Fred's body was healthy, with nice tan soft skin and nice sized muscles. George was pale with skin that felt like sand-paper when you touch it. His muscles were pathetic and small. George's lips were almost always chapped now while Fred's would just be chapped in the extreme cold and in the extreme heat. Fred knew that with time George would be healthy again, he remembered the doctors saying that the body could take quite a long time to fully repair itself. Still his brother's unhealthiness scared him, kept him on his toes, as the days fade away.

Still if Fred could ask one question, if Fred had enough courage to open his big mouth he would ask George to tell him everything that had happened. Fred wanted to know what happened on the first day that George was kidnapped. He wanted to know the first time that Lee dared to touch George. Fred wanted to know how much pain George was in, he wanted to know how many times George broke down and cried, he wanted to know how many times that George begged for him to show. Fred wanted to know everything, not because it is a turn-on or some sick shit like that but because he needed to know what happened to him. Yet, Fred was a chicken when it came to the question, to afraid of the dreadful answers that he might receive.

He prays he could find the courage to ask the question and when he did he hoped that George would open up to him. George had been silent too many times since returning home and the smile that used to match Fred's was bruised and sagged into a frown, the shadow of a smile was still there, but each day the shadow was dying more and more.

Fred was worried about other problems that George had developed as well. George didn't eat anymore, he was fading in weight everyday and some days it was too much for Fred to deal with. Fred or anyone else can't yell at or around George, George would start bawling and begging to the point of throwing up. George was avoiding sleep which Fred could understand completely. George started developing paranoia and anxiety problems as well as a strong case of OCD.

Then there were the damn lights. George refused to be in any room if the room was dark. George wouldn't go in the backyard or the front yard at night. George wouldn't walk to the bathroom if anywhere along the path was dark.

To Fred, seeing his brother in such a broken site was the most horrible thing he ever saw in his life, just second to finding George in that shitty factory. George's attitude screamed violation and horror. At night when Fred was holding George and whispering desperate whispers of "okay" while listening to George sobbing and whimpering in pain it was torture. No one should ever have to suffer though your brother being raped in his sleep, in your arms, and you being powerless to stop it. No one should ever have to listen to the screams and cries of mercy coming out of your brother who you can't wake up. No one should ever have to deal with having blood spill onto your bed as you shake your brother as hard as you can desperately trying to wake him up.

It was a nightmare, stuff like that wasn't supposed to happen. Usually rape victims only get raped while their predator physically has them in their gasps. Usually rape victims have nightmares that hurting hurt them only emotionally. What George had was so unbelievable that it scared Fred to his core. George shouldn't be bleeding every time he goes to sleep; he shouldn't have choke marks around his neck when he wakes up. He shouldn't have had those swollen eyes or broken fingers. He shouldn't be limping every day, shouldn't be wanting a shower three times a day, shouldn't be begging Fred to end this nightmare. George definitely shouldn't be so overwhelmed that he would beg Fred to kill him.

Yet that was the way it was. Yesterday George was in so much pain that he couldn't get out of bed. Every time Fred would sit on the bed or get off the bed George would moan in pain. George's forehead was feverish and sweat dripped down his face. Fred asked him almost in tears what happened, because he knew Lee caused this, but George refused to speak.

Fred wondered at times when he was forced to see his twin in a state of unbelievable helplessness if George could take the pain of the ordeal. Sometimes all Fred wanted to do was just end the ordeal. Sometimes Fred thought about leaving, about moving far away from the burrow without inviting George. Sometimes Fred wanted to hunt down Lee and just keep stabbing him a million times. Fred doesn't know how much longer he could do this, it was killing him. Nothing in life was right, everything shifted into a horrendous nightmare that will never end, just keep getting worse. Fred had already begun to forget how life was before he was forced to go on the mission, forgot the laughter of his family, the scolding of his mother, the speeches from Hermione, the begging of love from Alicia. Sometimes at night he could still remember Alicia curling up beside him in the couch of the Gryffindor Tower. He could remember how her lips tasted when he kissed her, like strawberry smoothie mixed with vanilla. Fred mourned for the death of Alicia, he mourned for her not just because she was gone but because she never moved on after he broke up with her. Now it was too late, Alicia would never meet her prince charming, will never get married, will never have kids, will never travel the world liked she used to talk about.

If Lee was never born everything would have been so much different.

Alicia would have found herself a new love, someone who would actually devote themselves to her and would hug and kiss her liked she deserves. Fred and her would have been friends, would have hung out laughing about the old times and how they were so bad for each other.

Hermione would have been a mother right now. Hermione and Ron would have probably gotten married and moved to a larger apartment where they would slow dance until the early morning rays of light busted though the blinds.

Ron wouldn't be walking though the house like a zombie, shutting windows as he passed by. Instead he would be proud and boasting about how Alicia was gorgeous and Cedric was handsome and how happy he was.

Mom and dad would be themselves, being all motherly and fatherly and driving us kids crazy.

Ginny would still be in college on her way of being a teacher, she always dreamed of teaching at Hogwarts. Harry and she would have probably been spending as much time as possible being newlyweds and everything.

Yet Lee exists and nothing was fine and Fred was on his last wave of depression.

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Lee hummed to himself as he listened to the usual fighting of his brother and Kelly. It was his usual night show, watching the oncoming destruction of his brother's love life and his sanity. Lee knew it was only a matter of time before Kelly breaks up with Louis and as soon as she does she will be free of the other reality. Lee didn't really want her there that was his reality, his personal reality and no one but his love should be there. Yet it is fun to see her shaking and about ready to piss herself.

"It's either him or me Louis." Kelly screamed from within the kitchen. Lee shook his head cruelly. Oh Kelly bad mistake. Strike one.

"He's my brother, I can't bail on him." Louis shot immediately back, his voice rich in despair and desperation.

"I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore Louis. I can't help you hide him anymore. He is a bad person Louis." Kelly shot back again, her voice low and steady.

"He is not a bad person, he is just not sane. With some therapy he will be good again." Louis said with begging in his voice.

"Stop it Louis and get it though your head. Lee is a psychopath. He isn't going to get fucking better." Kelly screamed again and Lee could hear Louis screaming in outrage. Strike two Kelly, poor Miss Kelly.

"He can get better and he will get better." Louis shot back and Kelly growled in disbelief.

"Stop sticking up for that pathetic asshole Louis. He has always been a bad seed and if you keep this up he is going to drag your sorry ass down with him." Kelly said though gritted teeth her breathing coming out in raspy small wheezes of anger. Louis was breathing hard and fast as well, his pants one of anger and denial.

"Don't you ever call my little brother an asshole again." Louis warned glaring at Kelly who just glared right back at him.

"Did you see the damage he did on George? He could have fucking killed him and how about the two women that he killed, Hermione and Alicia? How about how he almost managed to kill you, his own brother? Stop hiding behind your precious denial and face the facts, we are hiding a future serial killer, no we are hiding a serial killer." Kelly yelled again.

"He was…he could've been…goddamn it Kelly." Louis howled into the air as he threw the glass he was putting away at the wall, the glass shattering into a million pieces as Kelly shook her head at Louis.

"Admit it Louis. We have to turn him in." Kelly said gently wrapping their hands together and staring at her boyfriend sadly.

"I can't do that. He is my brother, the only family I have left. I can't turn him in." Louis said sadly as he crumpled to the ground as the reality of what his brother really was crushed him. The fact that Lee was a serial killer, a rapist, a torture, it was too much to deal with.

"Then let me." Kelly tried and Louis stared silently at his girlfriend with grief in his eyes as he remembered.

"Louis did your father hit you again?" Amy asked kindly as she touched a massive bruise across his left cheek. Louis darted away from her from reflex and she bit her lip.

"Louis you can't let him keep doing this." Amy said sadly putting a wet cloth over his side of his face.

"What can I do to stop him?" Louis whispered as he laid his bruised legs out in front of him on the small bed.

"Tell someone." Amy added and Louis frowned.

"I cant he will find out."

"No, he won't find out, I promise." Amy added as she smiled warmly at him. He smiled back as they hands goosed over each others.

"You know most ten years old don't think about the abuse junk. Most kids wouldn't even think twice about it if I was to tell them what was going on." Louis said sadly watching as his friend dipped the cloth back into the cold water.

"That's because I am not the average kid." Amy answered with a wink and Louis couldn't help but smile again.

"Now, are you going to tell the teacher or the cops or do I have to do that for you?" Amy asked looking at Louis with a smirk.

"Will you come with me, you know for support?" Louis asked numbly and Amy nodded.

"Of course." Amy answered with a short bow of her head.

"Promise." Louis asked again because he needed to know that someone would be there for him.

"Yes." Kelly answered. Neither of the ten years old saw Lee standing in the corner watching his older brother with curiosity. Neither of them knew that Lee told his dad that night what Louis had said. The next day Amy was dead.

Louis felt tears build up in his eyes as he stared at Kelly with shock. No, you can't. That is how Amy died, you cannot die Kelly.

"Don't." Louis shouted and Kelly shook her head again.

"Louis, let me save not only George but you as well. Please, your brother will not get the death penalty; he may not even get a lifetime penalty. He will be safe in a prison." Kelly tried to persuade her boyfriend who kept biting his lip nervously. His eyes shifted to the kitchen door where he knew Lee was behind listening to their every word.

"I can't and you can't. I promise. Okay got it?" Louis said before leaving the room not even caring about Lee's eyes watching him as he left the house, slamming the front door behind him.

"Louis, Louis where…" Kelly screamed running into the living room only to see Lee. Lee smiled at Kelly cruely.

"Hello Kelly." Lee said in a raspy voice, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Kelly just glared at Lee as she started to walk to the door. Lee sighed dramatically as he stood up and stretched.

"Kelly!" Lee said again and Kelly growled.

"What the fuck do you want Lee?" Kelly snapped as she turned to face him.

"I just wanted to say hi to my favorite future sister-in-law." Lee said pinching both of Kelly's cheeks.

"Fuck off Lee." Kelly screamed and Lee smiled and shrugged.

"Well someone is in a bad mood today." Lee said with a laugh.

"That's because your brother won't let me call the cops on you." Kelly stated and Lee shrugged again.

"Kelly, you are such a loser. I have no idea what my brother sees in you." Lee said strongly as he switched on the television. Kelly shook her head as a program about Charles Starkweather Bio.

"I have no idea what Louis sees in you either." Kelly whispered staring at the show in fear. Half the time she sees Lee he was always watching these murder shows.

"Poor lad was shot to death, it doesn't seem fair." Lee said after a long minute as he stretched tiredly.

"He killed twenty people, he deserved it." Kelly said.

"So what? Albert Fish reported to killing one hundred, what is twenty people compared to hundred?" Lee asked with an honest smile, his eyes two pebbles of greed and sadness.

"Lee?"

"Let me tell you something about people Kelly. There are three types of people in the world. There are the hunters, who are always stalking, always watching civilization until they see the perfect victim. Then there is the hunted, the selected few who managed to catch the hunters' attention. Then there are the lucky ones, the ones who go throughout life with no worries expect for bills and responsibility. Many people would consider the third group and the second group to intermix and become a huge group yet I don't think that is fair. Why add victims of harsh crimes that almost always ruin their life with people who don't know how good they have it? There is no reason to mix the lucky crowd with the unlucky ones." Lee added with a lazy shrug as he went back to watching the show/

"Honestly Kelly, it's crazy when you think about it. People complaining about their lives when the worst that had happened was they lost their job or failed a test. Those people will for the most part never know the most intimate parts of serial killers. They will never have their life threatened by a madman who holds a gun to their head. They will never be abused, raped, beat, attacked, controlled, murdered. Yet they will keep complaining until they die an old fart. Then you get the unlucky ones, the ones who get attacked, get raped, get murdered. They will know what will pain is, they know how it feels to have their dreams and hopes ripped from them like a bandage fast and painful. They are the ones who shies away from society and shies away from love." Lee said dreamily as he remembered the good and the bad times.

"Then we have the hunters. The mighty creative and smooth criminals who chose their own path to fame in the only way they can. Every hunter as they own style, their own views on who should be hunted and who should be ignored. Hell, I'm still trying to find my style, one that no one could match. I think I found a good one though, something that no murderer had done before." Lee said with a dreamy smile again.

"Which is?" Kelly asked feeling physically sick.

"Twins." Lee answered with a sick smile.

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Fred frowned as he stepped into his room. George was curled up in a small ball on his bed, tears leaving tracks down his face as he gripped the pillow harshly. Fred looked at his brother with nausea before sighing and lying down next to George pulled his brother to him in a tight hug. George immediately groaned and Fred almost pulled away from stopped himself.

"What's wrong George?" Fred whispered in George's ear who shivered with pain. George shook his head but released the pillow and instead grasped Fred's shirt harshly leaning his head upon the elder's chest. Fred immediately rubbed George's back as he whispered soft sounds of comfort.

"George come on talk to me, what happened? Why are you crying?" Fred nearly begged continuing to rub his brothers back. George bit his lip as he calmed down a bit and squeezed Fred's shirt tighter.

When five minutes passed without George talking Fred pressured him once again, "George tell me." All George did was shake his head and whimpered, pushing himself closer to his brother until they looked like they warped into one. Fred tightened his hold angrily cursing Lee out loud before kissing his brother on the head.

"I promise George we will get though this. I will find a way to get you out of this mess, I promise you." Fred whispered and George stared at him fearfully.

"You can't." George whispered, speaking for the first time today.

"I can and I will. Trust me baby." Fred said truthfully glaring at the closet as if Lee was standing there.

"You can't even help me now. Every time I fall to sleep Lee is there waiting for me. He is becoming more and more vicious everyday." George said sadly and Fred rested his head on his brother's.

"I wish I could go there George. I wish I could go to the other reality with you. I feel so helpless that at times I just want to scream and pull all my hair out. I don't want to watch you getting attacked every night and see you in pain everyday. I would whither it be me." Fred replied and George shook his head again.

"No, I would never want you to go though what I go though." George answered honestly and Fred held back tears.

"I know. I just wish I was there to protect you." Fred said again carefully looking for any signs of injury on George.

"I wish you were there too." George answered and Fred smiled sadly.

"Damn that Lee." Fred replied and George shook at the name.

"I hate that name." George answered truthfully.

"I hate it just as much as you do." Fred said.

"Fred?" George asked, looking at his arm with pain on his face.

"Yes George?" Fred asked staring at the wall tiredly.

"You still love me?" George asked and bit his lip as he waited for an answer.

"Of course, you are my brother." Fred replied with a warm smile as he watched his brother look down at the bed.

"Oh…yeah." George replied sadly. That's exactly what I meant.

"You sound disappointed in my answer. What did you mean?"

"Nothing Fred, I love you AS a brother too." George replied sadly as he closed his eyes but was immediately shaken awake from Fred.

"You are in pain; you shouldn't go to sleep today." Fred said sadly as he watched his brother's eyes droop.

"I'm so tired though." George whispered exhaustion evident in his shaking voice.

"Just try tonight. I will stay awake with you." Fred begged again not liking how much pain George was in. He didn't know how much longer George could keep this up.

"He will only punish me more for not falling asleep tonight the next time I fall to sleep." George replied in nearly a whisper. Fred sighed.

"I don't care. Tonight you are not going to get attacked." Fred said and George frowned.

Okay, like? Hate? Review and tell me. I wasnt to sue about this chapter. I like it but I am not to sure others will like it. I hope you like it. I will try and upload the next chapter soon.