I couldn't help but stare at him. Crimson was everywhere, dripping from him, even in between his teeth. The poor kid who followed him here...
He couldn't see the horror on my face. He just stood there, smiling, demented. Like he was proud of what he'd done. I forced myself to look at his victim. My heart caught in my throat. It was Joey. He'd killed my only son. "Well, Sis? Aren't you going to say anything?"
I look back up at him, horrified. "I hate you," I whisper, before turning on my heel and running out the door. I can see why he got the basement apartment, by the time you reached the ground floor you could barely smell the metallic blood. I leaned against the wall, shuddering, feeling like I was going to puke. Joey, my poor Joey. He should never had let his uncle teach him his "job". I mean, Han always had problems, but he sort of lost it around college. And now Joey was gone. I stumbled out of his apartment building in a daze. "I hate you," I muttered again under my breath. "I hate you, I hate you!"
That night I come back, equipped with a knife. I slip into the apartment and lunge at my brother while he's sleeping. As soon as the cold metal touches his flesh he wakes up and shoves me backward. We struggle for what seems like ages but probably was less than a minute before Han has the knife. "Goodbye, Sis. I expect you to be delicious."772Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEyzAs84svq
"I hate you!" I scream just as the knife hits my neck and everything goes black.
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