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Matthew smiles as he reached out his hand, grasping that of his twin's.
"That was not so bad was it Jonathan."
The happiness was evident in his voice. Jonathan let the knife drop from his fingers as he surveyed the scene before him.
This maid had not screamed as much as the last one, even when the ever-cool steel of his scale tang knife made contact with the left side of the girl's throat. One fast cut from left to right, neither the muscle or the bone offering much resistance as the sharp blade slid smoothly through the girl's porcelain skin. Red blood had spilled from the wound covering what once was a pristine white apron.
What was left of the maid was almost unrecognizable. Her once golden hair that had shone in the sunlight was now stained red. Fresh shiny crimson liquid trickled oozed from multiple cuts along the girl's body.
Jonathan looked away, disgusted. Matthew giggled with delight and walked swiftly over to the limp corpse, the bounce clear in his step.
"Stupid girl" Matthew said, pulling on what remained of the girl's hair, bringing her face into the dim light caused by the naked bulb that hung from the roof in the middle of the room, casting long shadows against the dark stone walls.
"She wasn't as much fun as I thought she would be. Pity. She seemed to have a certain je ne c'est quoi, about her"
A sharp crack broke through the still air as Matthew yanked on the hair, pulling it sharply to the right and causing the bones in the girls exposed neck to jut out at odd angels. More blood spilled from the wound.
"We should call Samuel," Jonathan mumbled still looking away from the horrific figure.
"Ah, Samuel" Matthew giggled again.
"You are right, the body cannot be burned again. I was smelling that soot for weeks."
"Yeah," Jonathan replied lamely.
"Come now dearest brother, we have business to attend to."
Matthew again grasped his twin's hand and smiled as he lead him from the room, his watchful eyes as crimson as the blood they had just spilled.

Jonathan sighed and stared up at the ceiling as he lay on top of the red and gold duvet that covered his plush bed.
Unlike his brother, Jonathan did not enjoy killing people, feeling their lifeless bodies in his hands sickened him but he would not stop.
He could not stop.
Matthew wanted it.
Jonathan rolled onto his side, curling into a ball and gazed at the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls of his large room, in the corner of his eyes Jonathan could just make out the silhouette of his twin, sleeping soundly in the bed opposite. Jonathan's grip tightened on the duvet as he remembered how it had all started.

"Jonathan, pssssst, Jonathan" Matthew hissed, softly shaking his brother into consciousness. "Jonathan, do you wanna play a game with me?" Matthew whispered in a sing-song voice. Jonathan groggily opened his eyes and rolled over to meet the shocking crimson eyes that he himself possessed. "What game do you want to play in the middle of the night Matthew?" Jonathan replied rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. "We are going to play a special game Jona, one just for you and me" His twin gleefully whispered fingering the loose threads of Jonathan's night clothes. "Lady Josephine has been awful mean to me, I wish father would chose his harlots for more than just their cleavage" .Matthew stood up, pulling Jonathan up with him and into an embrace. "You do love me, don't you Jona?" Matthew spoke as his eye's bore into his twin's "and you want me to be happy ,right" Jonathan nodded, he would do anything for Matthew. That's just what older brothers did. "Let's kill her" Matthew breathed into Jonathan's ear.

Lady Josephine had been his first kill. The brothers had not possessed the array of glinting steel knives that now adorned the back of their dresser. They had improvised. Jonathan could remember the slick, red blood that had covered his skin as he hacked away at Lady Josephine's stomach with his dull pocket knife as she lay on her back screaming, tied to the very soft, pink bed she had defiled with her misdeeds. The smell of burnt skin had scorched his nostrils when one of wall fittings broke loose and baked Josephine's paint covered features leaving ugly, grotesque, burns in their place. Matthew had sat in the corner the whole time watching, his happy smile clear, even in the dim light. "Yes Jonathan! Go right ahead, don't let anything stop you!"

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Matthew smiles as he reached out his hand, grasping that of his twin's.
"That was not so bad was it Jonathan."
The happiness was evident in his voice. Jonathan let the knife drop from his fingers as he surveyed the scene before him.
This maid had not screamed as much as the last one, even when the ever-cool steel of his scale tang knife made contact with the left side of the girl's throat. One fast cut from left to right, neither the muscle or the bone offering much resistance as the sharp blade slid smoothly through the girl's porcelain skin. Red blood had spilled from the wound covering what once was a pristine white apron.
What was left of the maid was almost unrecognizable. Her once golden hair that had shone in the sunlight was now stained red. Fresh shiny crimson liquid trickled oozed from multiple cuts along the girl's body.
Jonathan looked away, disgusted. Matthew giggled with delight and walked swiftly over to the limp corpse, the bounce clear in his step.
"Stupid girl" Matthew said, pulling on what remained of the girl's hair, bringing her face into the dim light caused by the naked bulb that hung from the roof in the middle of the room, casting long shadows against the dark stone walls.
"She wasn't as much fun as I thought she would be. Pity. She seemed to have a certain je ne c'est quoi, about her"
A sharp crack broke through the still air as Matthew yanked on the hair, pulling it sharply to the right and causing the bones in the girls exposed neck to jut out at odd angels. More blood spilled from the wound.
"We should call Samuel," Jonathan mumbled still looking away from the horrific figure.
"Ah, Samuel" Matthew giggled again.
"You are right, the body cannot be burned again. I was smelling that soot for weeks."
"Yeah," Jonathan replied lamely.
"Come now dearest brother, we have business to attend to."
Matthew again grasped his twin's hand and smiled as he lead him from the room, his watchful eyes as crimson as the blood they had just spilled.

Jonathan sighed and stared up at the ceiling as he lay on top of the red and gold duvet that covered his plush bed.
Unlike his brother, Jonathan did not enjoy killing people, feeling their lifeless bodies in his hands sickened him but he would not stop.
He could not stop.
Matthew wanted it.
Jonathan rolled onto his side, curling into a ball and gazed at the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls of his large room, in the corner of his eyes Jonathan could just make out the silhouette of his twin, sleeping soundly in the bed opposite. Jonathan's grip tightened on the duvet as he remembered how it had all started.

"Jonathan, pssssst, Jonathan" Matthew hissed, softly shaking his brother into consciousness. "Jonathan, do you wanna play a game with me?" Matthew whispered in a sing-song voice. Jonathan groggily opened his eyes and rolled over to meet the shocking crimson eyes that he himself possessed. "What game do you want to play in the middle of the night Matthew?" Jonathan replied rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. "We are going to play a special game Jona, one just for you and me" His twin gleefully whispered fingering the loose threads of Jonathan's night clothes. "Lady Josephine has been awful mean to me, I wish father would chose his harlots for more than just their cleavage" .Matthew stood up, pulling Jonathan up with him and into an embrace. "You do love me, don't you Jona?" Matthew spoke as his eye's bore into his twin's "and you want me to be happy ,right" Jonathan nodded, he would do anything for Matthew. That's just what older brothers did. "Let's kill her" Matthew breathed into Jonathan's ear.

Lady Josephine had been his first kill. The brothers had not possessed the array of glinting steel knives that now adorned the back of their dresser. They had improvised. Jonathan could remember the slick, red blood that had covered his skin as he hacked away at Lady Josephine's stomach with his dull pocket knife as she lay on her back screaming, tied to the very soft, pink bed she had defiled with her misdeeds. The smell of burnt skin had scorched his nostrils when one of wall fittings broke loose and baked Josephine's paint covered features leaving ugly, grotesque, burns in their place. Matthew had sat in the corner the whole time watching, his happy smile clear, even in the dim light. "Yes Jonathan! Go right ahead, don't let anything stop you!"