Author's Note: This will probably be the hardest chapter I've ever had to write and probably will be the hardest to read. If you dislike the killers, you'll want to rip them limb from limp by the end of this chapter. If you like cats, don't read – just read the ending part. –cough- Animal abuse... just to warn you. Although thanks a lot for everyone that has reviewed or even read up to this point. (100+ reviews, thank you!);

Amanita Virosa-Amaranthus- - Glad you liked the previous chapter, and I agree poor Kai. Such a hard life. I'll make it up to him somehow...thanks a lot for reviewing!

Ma.anda - The Media are morons, haha, I agree, and the police are going to muck up majorly soon. Oddly enough I can wait till I get to that part. HAHA! Poor Mariah, nice furball comment though - thanks very much for reviewing!

DancerInTheDark101 - Re-reading it all: I'll admit I had to do that so I still knew where it was going after that long hiatus. I even forgot who I was going to kill and so on. Heh heh, I remember now obviously but yeah, very confusing plot this time... I know, well chuffed at reaching 100+ reviews! -grins- Awww, in all honesty I was in a bad mood before I started working on the chapter - after reading your fab comment made me so happy. X) Although being truthful I actually dislike my first story...heh heh, although it seems that everyone else likes it haha, how ironic. Thanks so much for reviewing!

ShadowBlade7330 - Heh, I'll agree that Mariah should have been slapped (maybe even a little harder) for her way of acting. Though I don't mind her as a character, oddly enough. I'll agree it was rather dull especially after what had happened but I didn't want to pace the story too fast. The list your referring to is the people that are being targeted right? If so, all the people in the previous room – were Mariah got slapped - are the targets - including Kai - the other people that are...being killed. Well, that's a part of the plot I'm not giving away till the end. –cackles- Thanks a bunch for reviewing! (Please don't set your cousin on me XD)

Chapter 22

"Stop it, that's cruel." The small boy muttered to his brother who was currently throwing what looked like rocks at a small cat. His brother ignored him for a moment until the cat started hissing in anger. James turned to his younger twin and tilted his head not understanding what was cruel about having fun.

"It's fun." David sighed, for some reason his brother had an abnormal like to hurting things, even in school he would pick fights just so he had an excuse to hurt someone. The whole thing didn't seem to faze anyone and so David had accepted it as being perfectly normal.

"So? It's still horrible..." He frowned when his brother continued to throw the stones at the cat: who was now distressed and meowing loudly, hissing and retracting its claws ready to hurt the boy who was causing it harm.

"Try it." The boy turned and gave a small stone to his brother who looked down blankly at what he had in his hand. Something didn't feel right when he thought about hitting a cat. It was just a stupid animal why should he hurt it?

"Here – just throw it." The brother nodded not really sure on why he should gain fun out of doing such a thing, he however thought that it would be a normal thing to do. There wasn't anyone about and even if there were, he doubted that anyone would stop them.

After a few minutes of the boys throwing things at the cat it collapsed to the ground after it being hit on the head multiple times. "Is it dead?" David asked worriedly as his brother poked the cat with a curious finger. Sighing in boredom the elder boy stood up and shrugged.

"Who cares...?" It was just an animal after all. Their father did say that humans were the top of the food-chain so he was allowed to do what he wanted, right? Not wanting to start an argument between him and his brother, David nodded.

"I don't like cats that much anyway..." They heard a faint call, from their father and they both decided to not speak about what they had done and went off to greet their loved parent. The boys walked quickly next to their father until James decided to ask for something.

"Dad, can I get a cat?" David blinked and gave James a worried look, why did he want a cat? Didn't he just kill one? Not like David was innocent, he had thrown rocks and stones at the poor thing but still... James was now requesting for one, it just didn't seem right.

"We'll see." James knew that meant a no, it meant that his father hoped that he would forget about what he had asked for. James was a child but he wasn't stupid, not like those other children. He sighed and slowly walked away from his father who watched his closely.

"I know that mummy will buy me one..." The fact that they were both divorced and basically competing for their children's favour they would merely have to mention the other and they would easily get what they wanted.

"We'll go get a cat tomorrow, how does that sound?" James smiled and looked back at his brother who had a concerned look upon his face. James tilted his head as David refused to meet his gaze.

"I hated that cat." The eldest killer sat down and waited for his brother to close the door before talking about their business. It hadn't been that hard to escape the police. They had known what was going to happen, and that was why James had told David to keep a car running a few blocks away.

"Likewise," David didn't like cats but he hated the cat that his father had got them. The old thing scratched anything within reach and that of course their arms were clawed to shreds in less than a week.

He heard his brother sigh, "Thankfully we got rid of it." James wasn't too bothered about anything that had happened in his life – maybe except the whole incident with his mother and father but that was a different story. He paused for a moment and added on a quick statement which made David nod grimly. "Just like Joshua."

"Go away!" The small redheaded boy flailed his arms around in anger not wanting to be alone with the two twins. He had heard rumours that these children weren't like normal kids, they were meant to be horrible little beasts. The small town had labelled them the Devil's spawn.

"No, jump! Or are you a girl?" James, the one with blonde hair and dark eyes, his brother stood slightly behind him looking back and forth between the boy and the canal that they were trying to get the boy to jump in. It would be funny to watch him walk home in the cold, soaking wet.

"No – I just don't like water." The boy, Joshua, yelled back not wanting to go near the canal which looked to be deeper than the other boys thought. He didn't want to go near water after a bathing incident where he had almost been drowned by his drunken father.

"Chicken." The younger sibling took a small step forward so he was standing right by James side. He knew that the boy would end up going in, all they did was have to insult his pride a little and hopefully he would provide some amusement.

"I can't swim..." The boy muttered and looked down at the water trying to work out what he could do to get out of this. Maybe he could lie and say his mother needed him to run an errand? "My dad says that no ones meant to swim in there--" However his reasoning was cut short as James shook his head and laughed – insulting the boy and his father.

"Your dads an idiot now jump in, moron." Joshua burst into tears and ended up being thrown in by James who was much larger in size, his brother David stood back and watched with a small amount of worry when Joshua didn't resurface.

Snapping out of his thoughts about that horrible day, "Oh, yes: did you find him?" David asked wondering what had happened, his brother had phoned him telling him that he was going out to find the 'loser' that would 'pay dearly' and so he had thought that maybe it didn't go so well as James had spoke to him later on, without sounding cheerful.

"Do you ever watch the news, brother?" The taller yawned and put on the small television, his brother wasn't as well off financially as he was but it made it much easier that the place was small just in case he needed to disappear. The likeliness that they would be caught however was quite slim. Most of the time they had hit their face and even if they had put it on television – all they needed to do was dye there hair.

"So that's another one down..." David thought out loud wondering how long it would be until everyone that should pay was dead. "How's your wound?" He asked his brother, not too sure that he would be able to get away with his sore side. David had went and got some basic first aid kit and had patched his brother up quickly.

"Fine, it shouldn't be too hard... I'm just going to get the girl that's all." He didn't care which ones he caught, however if he went in an order then at least that would put everyone on edge, knowing that their dear friend or even them, would be next in line for their punishment.

"Well remember to keep the lights off for more--." David wasn't too happy that the police had shot his brother, he hadn't believed that they would have figured it all out so quickly. Well all they needed to do was find two females and at least half of what they wanted to accomplish would be done.

"—Don't worry, I've got it all planned out." The oldest snorted not at all concerned about the police or the fact that his side was still throbbing painfully. "We should thank the police." A sudden smile appeared on James, "They're all sitting ducks now." All they had to do was walk in, mess around with a few cables turn off the lights at the right time. Getting in was easy it was getting out that was a little tricky.

"I wonder sometimes..." David muttered, this wasn't normal to everyone else otherwise the whole thing wouldn't have been given as much television time as it had. His brother had been thrilled to know that they're deeds were on television for so long. He on the other hand had a constant worry, what if he was outside and suddenly his face came on? The people around him would ultimately stop him from going anywhere if they found out.

"Why people want to protect pathetic things, like friends." When he had driven the taxi with that boy and girl in it, no matter what he had said they had both disagreed with him. They had told him that he was doing unjust things to people that didn't deserve it. They were probably just so scared of their own death that they clung to the idea of friendship.

"It has always been a mystery." James agreed, everything was a little odd when it came to the way the people acted – as if they truly did not know why they were being hunted down. Perhaps they had forgotten the reason which only infuriated the eldest greater. "It's strange what fear can do..." He trailed off knowing that without fear they would probably have been sent to some mental institution along with their father. Children were scared of them because of their bizarre antics and tricks, the adults gave sympathy instead of working out that they were just different in a way that was not right.

"How could you do this?" The older woman's mouth was opened in shock she was terrified of her own boys. Her boys shouldn't have been capable of doing such a thing, they were children. Yet here they were holding the bloody cat after whatever torture they had put it through. "What are you...? Monsters?" She looked down at the two boys looking between their smiling faces. Had they no shame, no compassion in them?

"It's just a cat." Answered the usually timid David, he hadn't thought it would be a good idea at the time but after hearing some encouragement from his brother, James, he had decided to leave his sense at the door and continue mindlessly at what his brother wanted.

"Yeah: it was fun while it lasted." James grinned wanting to laugh loudly but it was strange to see his mother so upset over such a trivial matter. It was a cat, animals died everywhere – it just so happened that he and his brother had been the cause of killing this one.

"An animal's life is not a game!" She didn't know what to do, she couldn't call the police on her children, could she? She had protected them from so many things but now it made sense, they really were the spawn of the Devil. The endless fights, the fact that some things went missing...The looks they gave one another after some private joke was shared.

However a part of her wanted them both to break down crying, so she knew they felt something other than joy about this. However they didn't seem to be distressed at the site of blood or the fact that there was a dead animal near them. "You're not ever going to do this again understand? Never-" All she wanted was this to be a bad dream: her children wouldn't really do this.

"—Mother, stop it. You can't exactly yell at us – we're only kids." The eldest boy said calmly, there was something wrong with how calm he was being, how happy he sounded. Their mother backed away from them unsure on how to react. There was no book on how to cope having your children become a sadist which killed innocent animals.

"Kids...don't do this to animals that they wanted." She muttered, had this been the reason why they had wanted this cat? To play sick games with it? "I want you out of this house!" She yelled, no longer caring about how young the boys were; she didn't want to look at her children anymore. They no longer looked like her innocent children... "You can go stay with that father of yours." It wasn't as if James and David were annoyed at being threatened to move in with their father. They preferred him after all.

"Actually we're staying here." David looked at James a little confused at how bold his brother was being. Didn't their mother just say they were leaving? Not unless James had a plan to be able to stay here. It wasn't a nice place but it was isolated and James and David had agreed that it would be much easier that things would be to disappear.

"We are?" Their mother was crying hysterically but neither of them went to see what was wrong. They knew that what they had done was wrong, but it had been fun. It was like eating sweets just before dinner and getting away with it. They were able to do this and it was a nice feeling – knowing that the once fierce cat had ended up trying to flee and was terrified.

"Yeah, or else we'll say mother hurt the cat." James turned to look at his brother and smiled, he knew what to do. He had seen it done in a movie – the child had been believed and the adult had been ignored, it was a good way to stay in the house and also get control over their very mother. Blackmail from such young children, for her own children only made their mother sick with rage and heart-rending fear.

"Don't you dare – don't you dare try to pin this on me. You, you heathen's! You devils!" She yelled, what had she done badly? Was she a terrible parent to have this happen? How could they have managed to do something like this? Was it really nature verses nurture? Were they just plain evil?

"It's our word against yours mummy." He said before dropping the cat, grabbing David's hand and headed for the stairs to go upstairs to their room while their mother sobbed loudly from down stairs.

"They made him go mad. We must destroy them, it was what father wanted." James muttered under his breath, he knew what was responsible for his father sudden insanity which of course had only ended in tragedy.

"Yes, before he was taken away by the police, he hadn't even finished what he was looking for..." He had supposedly found out what he needed to do but at that time was much too unstable for such a large task. He had told James that he needed to find a certain list of people and make sure they suffered, since they were doing evil things.

"We are continuing his work." His brother nodded knowing that it was a sore spot for his brother. They both sat in silence for a moment before James looked up at the small basic clock that hung low on the wall.

"Is that the time: I'd best go, that boss of mine will be most displeased if I'm late again." The oldest replied knowing that he'd probably get fired if he kept coming in late – especially seeing as it was night swift he was late for. How he hated his boss but he was sure the feeling was mutual. His brother nodded and stood up too, believing that he should be getting back to his house seeing as it was around five o'clock.

"I'd best get back to that darling wife of mine." David sighed and went to call Olivia and tell her that he would be home soon and should cook him dinner.

Kai had tried to get into the building but there had been police hovering around and so he hid in an alleyway until he heard the police car drive away. He looked around wondering if there were any police officers on patrol but it seemed safe, for now.

He slipped into the building, and decided to ask the front desk where this Thomas Clark worked. "He was on the forth floor, may I ask why you--." The woman was interrupted by Kai as he quickly thought up an excuse.

"We were cousins, just came to see his friends and invite them to the funeral." He received a sympathetic smile and he couldn't help but feel slightly in the wrong at lying about such a thing: the feeling past quickly as he headed for the forth floor. He didn't really know who he could ask or if this Thomas guy had any friends in the office but he hoped he did.

"Did you know, Thomas Clark?" Kai asked around half a dozen people until he received a positive answer. Only he couldn't help but feel people were staring at him. Most likely because he still had his hood up and probably looked slightly out-of place in the working cubicles.

"Yes, we were close friends, why – who are you?" A woman frowned when she realised that the boy wasn't going to put down his hood anytime soon and it raised suspicion on whether or not he was a reporter or not. She'd been asked yesterday a lot of questions and didn't want to repeat herself.

"I'm a distant relative although I have a question..." It was a little sad that he kept using the same excuse over and over again. He knew he was lying, but he believed it was for the best that he didn't say that he was the Kai Hiwatari... "Did Thomas ever speak about someone named Julie Snow?"

Kai could have winced when the woman frowned at him and replied with a sceptical voice. "Julie Snow – it sounds familiar but no I can't remember him ever bringing up a name like that." Kai mentally sighed, at least she didn't know where she had heard the name Julie Snow or else he would have been in trouble.

"Is there anyone he did talk a lot about?" The woman thought for a moment. The boy did say he was a distant relative and that would be the reason why Thomas had never really spoke about him – he never really spoke about his family anyway so she believed this boy for the moment.

"Hmm...Yes, another woman..." She frowned again trying to think of the name of her. Kai blinked, he just hoped it was someone on the list then maybe it could have made more sense however he frowned when the woman wasn't exactly sure at what the name was and she started rambling to herself.

"I can't remember the name..." She paused in thought, "Sounds a bit like Julie though... Ju...Judy I think it was." She nodded to herself, "Yes, Judy. Definitely, Judy." There was only one Judy that Kai knew of and he highly doubted that the killers would go after her...

Author's Note: I found this chapter very, eh, disturbing to write seeing as I love cats. I wrote this for three reasons: one for you to get an idea at the killers "characters," two; for you to see the difference in the way both of them "acted" and act and lastly for you to hate them even more... Especially James, I'm away to go feed the stray cats to make sure I won't burn in hell for writing this. Karma and all. Also sorry if the line breaks - constant flashbacks - annoyed you! Well...Later!