Author: KJayJax16 PM
Grynn and Carth live in the popular state of Chicago in the year 1897. The young, golden-hearts are tragically murdered and lust for the revenge of the killers. Just remember; keep your eyes open, and your mouth.. SHUT. DRated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 1,437 - Published: 11-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3073865
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On the coldest night in November, the young, twin brothers Grynn and Carth went out to deliver baked goods to the poorer citizens of Chicago. The boys stuffed their backpacks with toasted muffins and breads. They snuck out the door, praying not to wake their parents- for it was nearly midnight when they had departed. Carth strolled along the streets of Chicago as his brother skipped alongside him. Grynn stopped on the sidewalk in front of a frail old woman. He placed a warm muffin into her hands and smiled sweetly.
"Ahh, In being kind to others, you will receive kindness in return." the woman advised, smiling weakly up at him.
" Thank you, ma'am! We'll remember that~!" he declared, taking a moment to hug the old woman. Carth sighed, dragging his brother away from her, feeling rather uncomfortable in her presence.
"Why, 'ello gents! How are you this fine evening?" Grynn greeted, smiling up at a gang of older men. They merely nodded, grinning back at them. A man stepped forward, clad in a large over coat.
" Hello~ Oh! What 'ave ya got there li'l fella?" the man asked, bending down to face Grynn. His voice was raspy and he reeked of alcohol.
"Nothing for you, I can assure you of that." Carth growled, standing in front of his brother defensively. He glared at the man as he smirked, drawing a handgun and holding it to Carth's forehead.
"Listen fellas, we ain't want any trouble. Just give us the goods and we'll be on our way! No problem." Carth backed away, his eyes widening in horror. He swatted the gun away from his forehead and pushed his brother out in front of him.
The man clumsily recollected his gun and began shooting aimlessly at the fleeing boys,already far ahead.
"Oi...," he growled, "After 'em ya idjits! Get 'em now!"
Carth overheard the gunshots, and forced his brother behind a dumpster. Grynn clutched the basket to his chest, panting.
"C-Carth! He had a g-gun!"
"Quiet Grynn!" Carth hissed, clamping a hand over his brother's mouth. The gunshots grew closer, with the sound of their heavy footsteps.
"Come out Li'l boys..." the man growled, growing impatient.
"Gotcha!" the gunman smirked, strangling Gynn's throat. He kneed the man in the gut, causing him to fall backwards.
"Let's go!" Grynn wheezed, falling to the ground with a thud. He scrambled to his feet, following behind his brother.
"Oi," the man groaned, holding his stomach, "Why ya gotta make it so hard?" He staggered to his feet and limped after the two boys, with the support of his men.
The duo came across a lake, the gang closing in on them.
"Th-there's no way out, Carth!" Grynn whined clinging to his brother. Carth nodded, wiping a single tear from his eye and hugging his brother tightly.
"Shoot them! Now you idiots, no witnesses!" a voice, quite familiar, barked.
_The voice of an old woman._
The bullets pierced through their skulls with a sickeningly soft crack. Their bodies colliding with the twinkling lake water, pooling with the crimson red of blood.
The next morning, the bodies were reported missing. The police had gone out to investigate although, no physical evidence was found. Eventually the police had given up on the case and turned to a more important matter. The bodies of young men were found chopped up, steamed and tossed into the streets, right outside of their homes. Their bodies were found on the poorer side of town, where gangs often lingered.
Many of them had heard of the attacks and fled from Chicago entirely. But not everyone was so fortunate, to flee in time. One so unfortunate , would be named Hubert Smalls. He sat on the porch of his old shack, chugging a vial of beer and belching. He used to have a life, friends even. But many were killed or moved away from him, leaving him alone in his own vacant neighborhood. So he continued on his own, acting as if didn't care. He wasn't lonely, he had everything he needed. But then he cried himself to sleep at night, awaiting for his friends to return.
"But they didn't...they never did. And they never would." Hubert thought to himself aloud , flinging the half-empty vial into the street and burying his head in his hands. It clicked against the cobblestone, rolling around in a circular motion. He looked up at the sound of breaking glass to find complete darkness. A cold rush sent shivers down his spine, and he pulled his jacket tighter around him. The faint click of foot-steps, broke the deafening silence that carried throughout the empty street. Hubert looked around hopefully, but to no avail , he found no one. Nothing but darkness. The darkness seemed to call out to him, beckoning him farther into it. The voices of strangers echoed into it, calling his name-begging for him to join them. They never stopped, they never gave up, they never got out. The darkness seemed twist itself. Into limbs? Humanly shaped limbs. Some had faces showing in them. Others had full bodies. They looked familiar...old friends. They called out his name, and some attempted to make contact with him. He notices that the farther he goes, the more familiar they become. They're voices…he missed them. Hubert stood in front of the darkness, begging for it to take him. He wanted his friends, his life back. He wanted…happiness. The limbs tugged on him, pulling him into the darkness and with a single slice…Hubert Smalls was gone. Leaving only his faint screams and the _sickeningly sweet laughter of two little boys._
The next night, the young , twin brothers Grynn and Carth once again went out to deliver baked goods to the lower people of Chicago. They hauled large baskets, adorned with red and white bows, into the middle of the street. Not wanting to cause a disturbance, they drew their hoods, cloaking their faces from onlookers. Grynn handed the same old woman a steaming meat pie, and grinned. Carth stood behind him, gesturing for the old woman to take a bite. The old woman hesitantly bit into the meat pie, trying to decipher the meat used…
"Hm…, "The old woman mumbled, taking another bite, " What kind of meat is this? Pork, beef, chicken?" The younger twin grinned, stifling his laughter as his older brother stepped in front of the old woman. She took a step back, feeling widely intimidated.
" Have you heard of…man meat?" Carth smirked, taking another step forward. The old woman's squinted eyes widened in terror as she began to shake.
"Yes ma'am, quality meat. These meat pies are…freshly baked." Carth stated, standing beside his brother. The woman stepped back shakily, glancing around for any bystanders. No one. She then turned around and scampered away, as fast as her bony legs would take her-which wasn't that fast. Carth slipped in front of her and grabbed her wrists, holding her in place.
" Now, you won't spoil it for all of the others now will you? Or will we have to…KEEP, you quiet ourselves? No witnesses…remember?" Grynn scoffed, rolling a spool and needle in his hand. The old woman gasped, nodding frantically. The boys smirked, letting go of her wrists and walking off into the darkness. Leaving her shaking at the side of a crumbling building, the old woman found that the boys had left a treat basket. She looked around for a sign of them, but only saw darkness and the faint flicker of a streetlight. She thought of using the basket as evidence against them, they wouldn't hurt another 'innocent' person again. She grinned shakily, dragging the bulky basket behind her. She heard the thump of a meat pan and turned to find that some of the pies had fallen out. She gathered them in her arms and piled them back into the basket. Standing back up, she noticed a square card on the pavement in front of her. She picked it up, examining it closely. A gasp escaped her lips as the card slid to the ground.
_Always watching…Keep your eyes open and your mouth…SHUT._
The voices hissed in the wind. The old woman fell to her knees, clawing at her mouth that would no longer open. She ran her fingers along her lips and found them stitched together. The old woman, leaned against a dumpster and buried her head in her hands, weeping. Her muffled sobs, echoed in the still silence of the streets, with the corrupt laughter of the young, twin brothers , Grynn and Carth.