WE FINALLY FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS!
CHAPTER WARNINGS: BLOOD, VIOLENCE, DEATH, INSANITY, WEAPONS.
"Are you sure we should be doing this Alfred?" Matthew, 13 at the time, asked his older twin.
"It's fine Mattie. Daddy won't be mad." Alfred assured his brother, the gun still pointed at the rabbit. Alfred took aim and pulled the trigger on their pet rabbit, blood pooling out of it's small body.
"ALFRED F. JONES!" A voice yelled, shock clear in the male's voice. Alfred turned around, pure fear sketched onto his face.
"Daddy?" Alfred asked, his voice cracking.
"ALFRED, YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" Arthur yelled, running toward Alfred.
Alfred took aim and pulled the trigger, just like he had with the bunny. Matthew slowly opened his eyes, only to see his father Arthur fall to the ground, blood pooling out of his mouth, a bullet lodged in the middle of his chest.
"Daddy…?" Matthew whispered, turning to his brother. "YOU BASTARD!" Matthew screamed, pure hatred laced in his voice.
Alfred frowned, his eyes turned dark. "Sorry Mattie, can't leave any witnesses." He carefully took aim at his brother, and shot the pistol.
Matthew dodged the bullet, falling on his knees in the process "STOP IT ALFRED, STOP!" He scrambled to get away, running in the direction of the kitchen, Alfred at his heels.
Matthew grabbed the first knife he could find, which happened to be a cooking knife. "You think that knife is going to affective against my gun?" Matthew whipped around, seeing Alfred standing in the doorway, he wasted no time running past him, back to the room where his father's body lie.
The younger twin turned around, bumping into his dresser in the process. "You can't hide Matthew…" said boy heard his twin's steps slowly making their way to the room. Matthew glanced at his father's body. Right then and there, his sanity snapped.
Right as Alfred entered the room, Matthew ran toward him, and wild grin spread across his face. He slammed the knife down on Alfred's face, making a long deep cut over his right eye. Blood splattered over the picture of them and their father, which was resting on the nearby nightstand.
Alfred fell to the ground, screaming in pain, his hand covering the bloody side of his face. Slowly, Alfred looked up at his twin, who was still smiling insanely. Matthew's maniac smile slowly faded, leaving behind a frown. "Sorry Al." Matthew said, looking down at his brother. "Can't leave any witnesses."
Alfred helplessly watched as his brother lit a match and threw it on the ground. Matthew left the room, leaving Alfred to burn in the flames.
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