The young man walked through the snowy streets of his home, silence ringing in his head like a bell, setting off explosions in his mind, though he choose to ignore the pain. Two lone thoughts were constantly going through his mind, "Where's my little brother?" and, "Why is suddenly so quiet?" He had lived in that quaint little town his whole life, and not once had it ever been as quiet as now, even at midnight. There was always some background noise to keep away the silence, but now it was silent, except for the sound of crunching snow-

He turned around quickly, finding no one there. He had heard another pair of footsteps, he swore, but he pushed it away, seeing as how no one was around. He turned forward again, continuing to walk forward, occasionally looking backward and to the side in case someone was around... Or if someone was following him like he thought. He looked down for the first time and halted to a stop. The ground, he realized, was dirty with blood and dust. He felt his body begin to shake with fear, before he broke into a sprint. He had to find his brother. He just HAD to. He ran to his brother's favorite spot, calling out for him.

He had tears in his eyes, the cold making them nearly freeze to his face. He continued looking around before seeing something red flowing in the wind. He ran to it, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. When he arrived, he let out a choked sob. It was his brother's favorite scarf, the one he always wore unless it was being washed. He picked it up from the ground, before it faded into dust. He continued crying on the ground, deaf to the sound of footsteps until the person they belonged to was right behind him. "I thought I had killed everyone. Didn't I bro?" A voice that sounded just like the man's said. He turned around, his vision blurry with tears, though he could see just enough to see the outline of someone's body... And it looked exactly like his.

"W-who are you?" He asked, though the man ignored him, instead talking to something floating and red. "You obviously didn't if this one is still alive!" His brother's voice said, and he gasped in shock. The two looked at him, the one that looked like him flashing him an evil grin, so unlike his usual smile. He pulled out a knife and focused his attention on the red and gray coated blade before looking at him again, the evil grin not leaving his lips. "Welp. Looks like I'm gonna have to kill you next. Now... STAY STILL!!!"

The young man suddenly sat up in his bed, heart pounding and his breath sounding raspy as he gasped for breath. Once his breathing steadied and his heart went back to normal, he started to shake in fear. That him... It looked just like him, but his eyes were purple while his were blue... And that haunting evil grin on his face... It unsettled him to Hell. And that fake brother... It sounded like him, and the head even looked like him, but that was all. Literally. That brother was only a head, and the way it talked, the way he acted was so unlike his own brother's behavior.

Just then, he heard a knock on his door, making him jump. "Are you up yet Brother?! We have work today!!" His brother called, and he smiled slightly. "Yep, just give me a minute, 'kay?" He replied lazily, and he heard his brother sigh. "You better!!" He looked in the mirror, before quickly looking away, getting dressed and leaving, not sparing a second glance at the glass that was quickly changing.

The second young man was standing there, that haunting grin on his face, along side his bodiless brother. "It's only a matter of time before I'm free." He seemingly said to himself, before breaking out into manic laughter, his grin somehow growing.