Half Mask

This is about a girl who's life used to be a living hell. She now works for a man. But not just any man, but the slenderman. Her twin brother works by her side to kill the people who have done terrible things. Such as experimenting on children. They hate people who do things like that, beings it happened to them. Listen to their story, it will surprise you. ~A/N: MAY HAVE ROMANTIC SCENES!~

TinyOtaku published on June 28, 2016not completed

The Final Straw ~Luci's POV~

    "Stay down, loser!" Mike yells at me as he kicks me in the stomach.
    I cringe at the pain brought to me. Blood covered the floor when it escapes my mouth. Tears roll down my cheeks. I try to stand up again, only to be kicked in the stomach again. I grab at my sides, this is too much to bare. I try to speak, but no words left. I felt weak and vulnerable to everything. My brother couldn't save me this time. Mike pulls out a pocket knife.
    "What's wrong, Nife? Cat got your tongue?" He snickers.
    "S-stop p-please... What d-did I do t-to deserve th-this?" I say weakly.
    He grabs my hair and pulls my head up. My cheek is cut with the blade he held. Laughter came from two of his friend he brought with him. I place my feet on the ground. II'm tired of being pushed around. I bite myself. A weapon forms in my hands. I give the boys a smirk.
    "You know, getting beat up hurts. I wonder how you'd feel if I stabbed you. Shall we find out?" I say still smirking.
    The boys run away screaming. The weapon I had turns to blood again. I fall to my hands and knees. I hear my hard breathing and the sound of cars passing by. My heart throbs. I was always a bit sick. All that was too much for me. I realize my actions. If Mike tells people about today, I'll be sent to an insane asylum. I stand up and run home. I'm an idiot! Why did I do that? I enter my home. Cory has a knife in his hands. He's pointing it to his leg.
    "Cory, stop! What're you doing?" I squeak out as I steal his knife.
    "Huh? I was going to see how sharp it was. Then, kill Papa." Cory explains.
    "You f***ing dummy! You use something else! Not yourself!"
    "Ohhhh."
    "I'll kill him. You can dispose of his body."
    What am I saying!? He'll kill me before I can even touch him! I approach his lab. I feel a chill down my back. I was doing it, there's no turning back now. I open the door. On the floor was a corpse. A woman. My mother. The very woman who gave birth to me. It's been five years since I saw her. I aproach her and poke her to make sure she's dead. She in fact was. I hide behind Papa's desk. I hear him come inside. I jump out and attack him.
    "Ah! What the h*** do you thi-" he stops talking the moment I stab him in the throat.
    "You make me sick. Experimenting on your own flesh and blood. You're pathetic!" I say as I pull the knife from his throat.
    The blood looked strangely good. I lick it. The metallic taste enters me, I like it. I run to my room. I grab three things. The broken drama mask, my blue hoodie and my book bag. I grab a few clothes just in case. I leave my room. When I ener the living room. Cory is pouring gasoline on Papa. Papa's body is now a ball of fire. Cory runs I follow.
    My heart is racing. What if we get caught? We'd go to an asylum. We enter the forest by our home. You know what's funny? This all happened just a couple nights ago.

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