The two cowered as their uncle shouted slurred words at them. He had been drinking heavily again. As if he ever wasn't.

The brother twin was in front of his sister twin, keeping her out of the drunkard's sight. They both knew how this all was going to end.

The uncle shouted for a good five minutes before finally deciding that words weren't enough to get his point across.

He slammed the nearly empty bottle in his hand into the small boy's skull. The boy winced and pushed him and his sister into the wall. The wall kept them safe.

The drunkard wasn't done this time though. He pulled the boy twin away from his sister, shouting things out in almost a nonsense way. His words started to make little sense, almost becoming gibberish.

Finally, though, the man fell, passed out drunk.

The sister ran from the wall, her steps light as air and soft as snow. They both walked like that, least they grab their uncle's unwanted attention.

The sister twin pulled her brother with her to the cramped bathroom they used. There, in the dim, flickering light, she cleaned the cut on her brother's forehead.

They had done this so many times, it was routine to them. They had been hurt so often, they were numb to it.

Many times, thoughts flooded their heads in the silence of the house. Intriguing thoughts.

What if they were the ones giving out pain?

They always ignored the thought, but it was always there. Begging to be heard, to be done.

The twins looked at each other, then at the door of the bathroom.

No one would blink if they heard screams from their house. No one would care if their uncle disappeared. He usually did so often that it wouldn't be unusual.

Quietly, they walked out of the bathroom, stalking to their passed out uncle. He had rolled onto his back, snoring like a lion.

Their eyes were unblinking as they paused. For a second, their determination faltered, and fear clouded their mind.

What has he done to deserve this life?

The new thought made them tilt their head.

What had their uncle done to deserve to live?

Nothing, the voice cooed so gently. He has done nothing to deserve this life. He is so horrible to so many people. The voice continued effortlessly.

Their eyes narrowed, their determination growing now along with anger. He had done nothing to deserve to live, he only deserved pain at this moment. He was nothing but a horrible monster, a monster that must be killed.

Gently, they picked him up and dragged him to their old, bloody bed.

How many times have we been hurt by him and his hands? How many times did he beat them in their own room?

How many people has he left for dead?

As their thoughts flooded their minds, the more determined and angry they became.

The two dropped his dead weight near their separate beds. Together, they pushed the beds close, but they were not touching. There was a small gap in between them.

Once done, the brother pulled their fat uncle onto the bed, pulling his arms up. The sister tied his hands to the metal post, then she moved to his legs.

The two went to the kitchen and grabbed all of the knives there, they didn't care if it was rusted, dull or a stupid butterknife. Half way back to the room, they paused.

He will get used to the knives, The voice whispered in their ear. Find more things to teach him.

They nodded their heads and went different ways.

The brother went to their uncle's room, finding many of his belts. He chose three of the tougher, hard belts that stung and left welts.

The sister went back to the kitchen, searching for something to use. Her eyes set on the meat maces and grinders. She grabbed those and went back to her room.

Her brother was there, having everything he brought on their small dresser. She placed her things on the dresser as well.

For a moment they paused, thinking for a second they had what they needed. Yet, the voice spoke again.

That's not enough. It hissed. After all he has done? He deserves worse.

"They're right..." The brother whispered so softly it was as though he never spoke.

The sister nodded, her eyes drifting to their door.

Silently, they walked out and to the garage. The floor concrete and held stains from parties, engine oils and many other things. Yet, their main focus was the tool box.

They grabbed it, finally satisfied with what they had gotten. Swiftly, they made their way back to their room, their uncle stirring from his usual sleep.

"What?" He grumbled in a rough, hoarse voice. A voice he had achieved through years of yelling and drinking.

Blurrily, he watched as petite figures walked around him, tightening something that bound his wrists and ankles.

Giving a wary jerk, it became clear he was tied well and stuck.

Seeing he was stuck, fear formed in his body. His blurry eyes trying to look for the figures that had tied him.

Easily, he saw the twins. The only living children of his sister, children that looked so much like his sister.

He glared at them instantly.

"Untie me now." He hissed at them, his voice breaking at the strain he was putting on it.

They said nothing, innocently tilting their heads as their eyes widened some. They were putting on a facade.

The uncle sneered, his eyes narrowing more.

"Untie me now!" He screamed, his voice cracking again. "You will untie me now, or so help me! I'll beat both of your asses!"

The twins giggled, sweetly smiling. Yet, something was behind those smiles. The smiles chilled their uncle.

"S-Savannah." He snapped, his eyes opening some. "If you untie me, I'll get you whatever you want from the store."

He always lied about that.

Savannah smiled more, her eyes narrowing with that smile.

"You promise?" She cooed, almost as if she knew he was going to say that.

Quickly, the uncle bobbed his head.

She moved forward, yet she held something behind her back. The uncle didn't notice that, till it was too late.

Suddenly, pain erupted from his leg, causing him to cry out. His eyes went wide as he watched her pull her arm back, the large hammer timidly being held in her soft hands.

Savannah smiled more, her eyes widening.

What is this feeling? She thought to herself. It was such a wonderful feeling! It gave her such joy, a shock of happiness!

She couldn't help herself, she struck his leg again, harder this time.

He screamed in pain, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to calm himself. Yet, she didn't give him the same courtesy.

Her eyes widened more, her mouth stretching into a grin. Then she laughed. It was so soft and joyful, as though she had heard a joke or ran through a field of flowers. Her laughter was unusual still.

The abusive man turned to his nephew, the one he hoped would save him.

"Ace! Please, I'm sorry, okay? I-I'll give you a new bed and room if you help me." He pleaded.

Ace tilted his head up some, looking down at his uncle. He stepped forward, something behind his back as well. This time, the uncle noticed.

He balled his hands and screamed in pain as a rusty blade cut open his wrists.

Ace, like his sister, felt a rush inside of him. Laughter bubbled in his chest, causing him to do it again.

The uncle cried out once more, but this time tears began to fall. He was so scared. He was so terrified...

Savannah tilted her head, her laughter having stopped. Ace, on the other hand, raised the knife to cut deep into their uncle's chest.

She grabbed his wrist softly.

"Please?" She whispered, widening her eyes in a puppy dog way.

The other twin paused, before relenting. Still though, they stared deep at each other, as if communicating through their thoughts.

Together, they turned to their uncle.

"Pet." They spoke in unison, their eyes grinning gleefully at the thought of their uncle being treated like a pet.

He shook, sniffling as he passed out from pain and fear. What monsters did he create?

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-SamSam