(No one's pov)
In a small village just outside of Atlantide, two young boys lived with their parents in a lovely little cottage. It was relatively small and it had a beautiful garden behind it. The walls were pale, with vines creeping down to the ground, giving the whole place a very natural vibe. Flowers bloomed just outside of the place, attracting insects and other small critters, as well as slightly larger animals, such as rabbits or foxes. The house was sat beside a simple gravelled road, accompanied by other similar houses, which were all spaced evenly apart. Inside this particular one, lived Ritchie and Brandon. They were twins, who had always been together, looking out for eachother no matter what.

Whilst they were twins, they had very clear differences, for Brandon acted much less mature than his twin. He had a mental disability, meaning he struggled with many of the basic parts of most people's lives. He had white hair, that glistened like snow when it was hit by the sun. He wore rather casual clothes, usually coloured brown or grey, yet a lot of the time he was shirtless for no apparent reason. That was the usual explanation for random things Brandon did; there just wasn't one. Luckily, his brother was always there to help him.

Ritchie had dark raven black hair, with a red and white polka dot bandana wrapped around his head. He tended to cover up a lot more than his twin, preferring to wear black and other darker colours. Out of the two of them, he was by far the smartest and most serious. He didn't socialise much with anyone outside of his family, for people usually judged him due to his family. Due to this, he grew to be extremely antisocial throughout the years of his childhood. Eventually, he began to speak so rarely that even his parents only heard his voice from time to time. The only person who heard him regularly was Brandon and anyone who threatened to hurt his family.

Unfortunately, Ritchie often had to defend his brother from bullies, who picked on him because of how strangely he acted. In fact, one time he got into a heated argument with somone that had been insulting Brandon, leading to a fight where he was badly beaten. He was thrown harshly to the ground, feeling something dig into his skin, as he let out a cry of pain. Immediately, his brother was by his side, helping him back onto his feet. Lifting his hand up to his eye, Ritchie felt something warm and realised it was blood. His eye was bleeding. Whilst the twins dragged eachother back to their house, the bully and his gang walked off in the other direction, laughing at how easy their victory had been.  Once the two had made it home, their parents patched Ritchie up, comforting Brandon to prevent him from having a panic attack. Luckily, his brother was just fine, however a permanent scar had been left on his face.

(Ritchie's pov)
Slowly opening the front door, he winced as a ray of sunshine shot into the building, making him stop for a moment, so that his eyes could adjust to the new lighting. Once he had regained his bearings, Ritchie stepped out into the crisp morning air. Taking a deep breath, he shivered at how cold he suddenly realised it was. As the sun continued to rise high up into the sky, he figured it was a good time to take a peaceful stroll. Closing the door behind him as quietly as he could manage, he set off down the gravelled pathway.

It was a beautifully calm morning and Ritchie let out a soft sigh to himself, as he began to hum a gentle tune. Sadly, something just up ahead was going to ruin this wonderful morning. There was a tree right on the edge of a path, with a piece of paper nailed into it. The young boy was extremely confused, so he stopped to take a closer look. What he saw made him tremble with fear. It was a poster of him and his brother, claiming they were outlaws wanted for unspeakable crimes. This didn't make any sense. What was going on? There's a simple solution; I am dreaming. Well, more like having a nightmare.

Without hesitation, Ritchie tore the poster down, rolling it up in his hands. Then he bolted back towards his home, thrusting open the front door and slamming it behind him. He was out of breath, using the door to support his entire body weight. He was so stressed that he failed to notice somebody was staring at him in utter confusion.

(Brandon's pov)
He happily skipped down the stairs, feeling rather hungry after a lovely night's sleep. Before he could head towards the kitchen, Brandon heard the front door slam shut behind him, followed by desperate panting. Twirling around, he was met with the sight of his brother, seemingly unable to stand upright.
"Brother? What's wrong?"
He watched Ritchie widen his eyes in shock, quickly shifting where he was stood. Now he was stood without any support and his breathing was slightly more even.
"N-nothing is wrong." he spoke calmly like his usual self, but his brother never stuttered. Brandon opened his mouth to ask him another question, interrupted by the sight of what his twin was holding.

There was a rolled up and slightly torn piece of paper in his hands. It looked important, though if it wasn't then it would at least make for something new to shred. Attempting to grab it, he received a puzzled look from his brother, before Ritchie clearly realised what Brandon was doing. He gripped tightly onto the piece of paper, failing to pry it from the other's grip.
"That's enough, look I'll show you what it is,okay?"
He let out a high pitched squeal; the same kind he made whenever he was excited. Usually, Ritchie chuckled at things like this, but he looked dead serious in that moment. Walking closer to Brandon, he opened the paper, allowing him to see what it said.

(Ritchie's pov)
His brother's face immediately shifted from that ecstatic grin, to something much more fearful and anxious.
"W-what does th-th-this m-mean?"
It pained him to see tears pouring down the other's face. Lifting his hand, he gently wiped away those tears, looking his brother in the eye, as he spoke in a soft, soothing voice.
"Everything is going to be okay. I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding and we'll wake up tomorrow having forgotten all about this."
He was reassuring himself more than anything.

Soon, their parents came downstairs after hearing Brandon's cries. They both looked in horror at the poster Ritchie handed them, whispering to eachother, which made the two boys even more nervous. Their mother was the first to speak up.
"Listen to me very carefully, okay?"
She waited for the two of them to nod in response. Only one of them did, for the other one was rocking himself back and forth, muttering nonsense under his breath. Ritchie wrapped an arm around his brother, carefully rubbing his back in an attempt to calm him. It seemed to work a decent amount. After a few moments, their mother continued.
"I want you two to stay indoors for the rest of the day until your father and I clear all of this up."
"Agreed, we don't want you boys to get hurt." their father chimed in.

(No one's pov)
Throughout the rest of that day, crowds of people gathered outside of that quaint little cottage, harassing the parents of these supposed murderers. News had traveled fast about the twins, yet the family were still unable to discover where these rumours had come from. At one point, the protests got so bad that they tried to kick down the front door. Luckily, a protection spell had been placed on the house, preventing anyone from breaking in. Hidden away in their bedroom, the twins were clinging onto eachother, sitting together on their shared bed. Ritchie had to spend the whole day preventing Brandon from spiralling into a panic attack, whilst also trying to calm himself. His brother always came first; he had to keep him safe at all costs.

By the evening, protesters had become extremely violent, to the point the boy's parents were failing to hold them back. The woman burst into the bedroom of her sons, dashing over to their sides.
"I love you both, but you have to run."
This caused Brandon to let out a agonized wail of despair, practically tackling his mother in a hug. Ritchie sat there, simply blinking in shock, unable to process what was happening. Soon, he was pulled into the hug. The three of them remained like this for several minutes, until a loud crash was heard from the front of the house. Their mother dragged them to the back window, shoving it open and saying goodbye to her children, tears streaming down her face.

The twins trudged along for miles, as the sun dipped below the horizon, making way for the majesty of the moon. On a regular day, the two boys loved to play in the forests surrounding their home, hiding behind trees and fishing eachother out of bushes. Many amazing memories were formed there; laughing, squealing and bonding as a family. However, as they fled from their own home, completely alone in a cruel unforgiving world, they had never felt more afraid or out of place. Tall, intimidating trees loomed over them, casting dark shadows over the boys.  Eventually, they found a large cave, dug into the side of a mountain. Ritchue decided that it would be a good place to stay overnight, until they had a more permanent shelter.

(Ritchie's pov)
It has been many years since the fateful day, when he and his brother were forced to flee from their home, just because their counterparts were criminals. Over time, Ritchie had grown to be sinister, killing anyone who stood in the way of what he wanted. His brother had become even crazier, to the point that many viewed him as unhinged. The thought made the crash mage chuckle darkly to himself. He and his brother were now a force to be reckoned with. They could get anything they wanted, except for what they really needed. At least, what Ritchie needed. He needed revenge.

The thoughts of revenge had slowly corrupted his mind, consuming him and becoming his only desire. It had split him into two halves. One half was protecting his brother and the other was a bloodthirsty hunger to see his counterparts bodies torn limb from limb. Hearing their tortured screams echo around him in his dreams brought him unimaginable pleasure. He fantasised about the day he could stain his skin with their blood.

Worst of all, those two got forgiven for their crimes, after forcing them into this life. It wasn't fair. They got a second chance. They got to live happily with a family. They were the ones who deserved to to suffer. The Diablos Twins would pay and he would make sure of that.

(Author's note)
I got an idea a while ago about how the evil twins became villains and I thought it this would be a cool idea. I hope you all enjoyed and be sure to let me know what you think of it ^w^