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In the Past, Nathan had a normal childhood. He grew up in a great family with his maternal twin sister, Crystal. Unlike his sister, his eyes were different shades of color, the rare genetic condition called Heterochromia Iridum, this for him meaning is blue and the other eye green like his sisters. Nathan and his sister mostly raised by their Mother, who cared for them almost equally. Nathan’s Father, however, tried his best.

He was about 6 years old, when he noticed his father didn’t give him the same amount of affection that he did with his sister. He was a smart kid, had an easy time in school. While his sister was a lot better at making new friends.How could she not? In his eyes, he saw her as the nicest person in his life. 

Often, Nathan was quick to anger, He didn’t quite know why that was, he just got angry a lot, and so easily too. That temper would get him in many fist fights and arguments with his fellow peers and teachers. 

His action would then lead to many arguments between his parents; they were as quiet as could be about it, trying to avoid fighting into front of him and his sister. His father would lose it sometimes; his face turning red with anger at the news of another outburst of Nathan’s. This was the begining of his father’s own rage, yelling at Nathan before his mother stepped in and drag his father way to cool off.

This somehow in some odd way, made Nathan happy to see. To see his parent giving him the attention over his sister, to see how easily it was to manipulate them into certain emotions. It was thrilling to him, even if it was only for a little bit.

 One night, he woke to whispered words; he frowned, getting out of his bed. He made his way to the bedroom door; he could hear more hushed words. He made his way out into the hallway as silently as he could, the hushed words now making sense as his parents go back and forth.

“You are always too sympathetic for him! Let him off too easy!” His father quietly screeches, trying to keep from waking him and his sister. 

“He’s just a kid, He’ll learn better.” His mother replies softly in a pleading voice.

“You always say that! However, he DOES know better! He’s a smart kid! He just doesn’t want to behave!”

“You’re being too harsh!”

“No I’m not! He cannot keep doing this! Why can’t he be like his sister?! She sweet! She calm, and doesn’t rebel like this! A normal freaking child.”

“He’ll grow-”

He heard enough and snuck back to his room. His thoughts and feelings turned slightly bitter and resentful towards his sister. The next few mornings, he refused to talk or play with her. It wasn’t until she kept pestering his about why, that he yelled at her. After he stopped his yelling, his sister just stood there, his bitter feelings quickly turned to guilt. He could feel his sister’s sorrow as if it were his own, he decided to turn his bitter feelings to his father; the one that planted the seed in the first place. Still, because of all this he still bared some envy towards his sister.

However, Nathan loved and trusted his sister completely, partly because he believed she was incapable of doing any wrong. As their father seemed to imply she’s the good one and he’s the odd twin. He and his sister understood each other on a level that not all siblings get to; of course, they had their difficulties, as most siblings do.  

By the age of 9, Nathan had distance himself from his parents. They claimed they cared about him just as equally as his sister, it was clear that wasn’t the case. His grades may have been great, but he continued to fight amongst his peers. He never bothered his sister at school, the last thing he wanted was to bug her or have the bullies focus to her. So, instead he just sat away from everyone at recess and used school as a distraction from social activities. 

One night, his parents went out and the two of them were left with a babysitter. The sitter was annoying to him; all she did was talk on her phone. So he retired to his room to play, after much time past he got an unsettling feeling. Agitated, he left his room. He could hear faint sounds from the living room; this sound was followed by yelling.

When he turned the corner, his sister was in a corner crying, the babysitter above her yelling. Her hand was raised to hit Crystal, Nathan’s memory after that moment was blacked out. According to his sister, he came running in and tackled down the sitter. The sitter, caught off guard, tried to grab anything and ended up falling back into the T.V. stand. It knocked the T.V. off the stand onto her. luckily, she only had a few cuts and a broken arm.

Upon investigation of the whole incident, followed by some therapy analysis, they found that he had an issue with anger, and that blacking out was just a side effect of this. From this he become more recluse, and refused to partake in activates that are too stressful, or even just interact. When they got older, his father left with another woman leaving just them and his mother. His sister became better known, due to her outgoing personality, while he was known as the 'odd' twin; he didn't care though as long as his sister was happy and he didn’t have an “episode”.

On that day, Nathan got ready as per usual. He grabbed some grey pants, black shirt and his favorite black jacket that his mom swore he always wore. He went downstairs and greeted his sister with a smile. She was wearing her favorite navy Jeans and the t-shirt Nathan bought her as a birthday gift last year. Nathan glance down to the long necklace, hidden in his clothes. It’s a bit feminine, but he knew crystal tried her hardest to get him something special for their birthday. He cherished it, almost as much as he cared for her. 

"Morning Nat, I'm staying late at Drama today. Big rehearsal!" She explains, giving a warm smile. Nathan nods and pats his sister on her head. "Ok, I'll most likely be hanging out with Jeremy anyway; I’ll just pick you up today. How long will it be?" He asks, he pulling on some combat boots.

"About 4: 00 o’clock or so." She replies

"Ok, cool.”

“Oh I almost forgot! My friend Bell has a huge crush on you. She sooo shy about it too it funny.” She laughs, giving Nathan a poke as they head out the door. 

“She the one with red hair, right?” Nathan asks with a nonchalant tone. 

“Ooooo, you like her too? Huh, huh!? Maybe now you can forget Sara?!” she tease, giving a slight shove; He only replies with a roll of the eyes.

They walk to school together, taking the same path the two of them took all the time. Talking about random little things, there was an abnormal chill in the air, something felt off to Nathan but he just shrugged it away.

They arrive at school; Nathan gets some of the normal looks he has come to expect from people now a days, especially in comparison to his cheerful, bright sister. They look to be from completely direct worlds.

"Oh, did I tell you Dave asks me out?!" She chimes in with excitement, breaking his thoughts. 

"Hm? Oh No I don't think you did. That's cool, he's the one that's on the basketball team or something right?" Nathan asks, raising a brow. 

"No, he's the one that's on the swim team." She replies, jumping a bit.  

"Oh." He replies indifferently, stuffing his hands into his jacket. 

"You don't mind if I date him?” She asks, trying to read his face. He laughs at the odd question. 

"You know I don't care about that kind of stuff. As long as you don't get in trouble again." He laughs, giving her a small shove. 

The day proceeds like most school days, his sister busy with friends, and club activities; Nathan on the other hand, tends to spend most of his time listening to music or tucked away in the library with his friend, he prefers to go somewhere that was quiet rather than loud. 

After school, Nathan went on his way to meet his friend, but is blocked by a couple of guys. Nathan ignores them knowing they only want to try to insult him, as Nathan walked away he feels a soda can hit his back. He stops and silently stood there, hearing the attempted insults through his headphones, but responds to pick up the full can. He stands there for a moment contemplating possible scenarios that could happen. He sees out of the corner of his eye one of the guys coming towards him.

Nathan calmly moves out of the way, letting the person trip over his “own” feet to the ground. He gives an amused grin, seeing the guy pissed off. He holds the can above him, dropping it on the guy's face, letting gravity do all the work. As the guy freaks out over the pain, his buddy wasn't sure on whether to attack or to back away. “Nice try… tell your sister I said hi.” Nathan says with an amused grin, moving on.  His friend just standing there with stupid look on his face, not sure what to do. 

Nathan moves on, walking for him and his friends meeting place. He frowns, noting the unsettling feeling once more. The one that eats away at you, warning you to stay on your toes. A scowl forms on his face, as Nathan gets lost in deep thought.

“Hey, what took you so long?” His friend Jeremy calls out, upon his arrival. Nathan shrugs in reply, taking a seat on one the benches.

“I can’t stay too long, I need to meet my sister at 4.” Nathan says, wrapping up his headphones. 
“Of course you do, why do you anyway? She’s already the center of attention and doesn’t seem to need you around.” Jeremy asks, annoyance written on his face.

“She maybe be aggravating at times, but she’s my sister, and the only one in my family that gets me.” Nathan scowls more, losing himself in thought once more. His friend shrugs off the response, the area going silent. 

At about 3:45pm Nathan walks back to the school, and waits outside the drama club room for his sister. Not long after, the club is dismissed, and everyone starts making their way home. Nathan greets his sister as she runs up to him. 

"Not quite 4 o’ clock. Glad I showed up early, would be a shame if I came back here only to miss you.” He chuckles, “How was drama today?" He asks as they began to make their way out of the school.

"It was great, what did you do?" she asks, poking his arm. 

"Oh just some social experiments and Hung out for a while." He says, then chuckles to himself.

She raises a brow, but shrugs it off with a smile. “You know, you don’t need to walk me home.” She says, the mood now getting bitter. She looks away from him, clearly getting depressed. They slow down to a stop, everything going silent for a long moment.

He sighs, breaking the silence. “I know, mom is still worried though… and… I am too. You’re still recovering after all, last thing we want is for you to…well you know.” He mutters, looking at her.

“I know, I just feel like I’m sucking away your time.” She sighs, Nathan just chuckles and pats her head. 

“You’re crazy, I have too much free time and you know it. Come on, let’s go.” He smiles, moving forward again.

As they made their way home along the same familiar road on the empty neighborhood block, Nathan notices a vehicle behind them. He didn't give it much thought though, but he still urges his sister to walk faster. That unsettling feeling is back once more, the same feeling that’s been looming over him all day long. He could feel his heart start to race, like if something was eating at him. 
The sun while still in the sky is slowly losing its shine over the land. He looks around the quiet neighborhood, and hardly anyone is home around this time. Most are working; some have kids with after school activities, so the walk home for them is always quiet at this time.

He glances slightly to see the car in his peripheral, its red color slightly blinding him. They were nearly home, Nathan can hear a vehicle slowly approaching them; he gently grabs his sister's arm pulling her closer. "Nathan? Are you ok? Are you having an episode?" She asks, looking at her brother with concern in her eyes, trying to read his mind.

"Just pick up the pace, let's get home. Ok?" He whispers, they’re only about a few houses away. The car slowly pulls up closer and closer, the sound of the tires getting louder. It then just passes them, Nathan sighs and scolding himself for acting paranoid. He slows down, letting go of his sister’s arm. “Are you ok?” She asks again, stopping in her tracks. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go.” He says sternly. “NO, you’re not. Tell me what has you all wound up.” She says, not moving from her spot. “It nothing, I just was getting paranoid.” He frowns, feeling like a child.

“See, that’s all you needed say. I thought you were having one of your black out moments again. I…..” Crystal stops, looking behind Nathan with a puzzling expression. “What’s wro-…?” Nathan asks, but as he turns, three men jump out of a van that slowed down and had pull up behind Nathan. He pushes his sister behind him, glaring down the men. Nathan could feel his sister shake in behind him as she held onto the back of his jacket. In a moment's notice they attack, Nathan struggles to keep them away. He manages to get a few blows in, before being over powered; both he and his sister are dragged into the van quickly. 

He struggles to break free from them, the over whelming urge to protect his sister fueling him. However, Nathan is held down to the van's floor with a few punches to his face attempting to knock him out. The van dives off, “Give me… hurry.” One of them barks, the words drifting in and out of his mind as Nathan angrily wraps his hands around one of their necks. He growls feeling something stab into him, he feels himself get weak. His sister’s screams lingering in his mind as he falls into darkness. 

He wakes up in a dark, cold room. The room isn't too big, it looks like a rundown basement almost; there are broken pipes along the wall, the smell of rust, dirt and mold fills the room. Nathan slowly makes his way into a sitting position, his still head pounding with every movement. He winces, noticing a door on the other side of the room; unlike the room it looks new and made of metal. He tries to collect his thoughts and recall what happened, but the sound of voices takes him away from his thoughts.

"How much do you think we can get with these two?"  One man says.

"Don't know, but their family looks like they can afford it though." Said another.

"If not, at least we can sell them on the black market or something. Maybe just the girl that is… if the other guys don't fuck her up too badly. The boy, we can just kill or something." The man somewhat laughs, Nathan barely can hear them.

"Yeah, true. Or sell him too, men sell more if you find the right buyer. Usually some manual labor factory, or drug cartels." the other man replies.


Nathan’s minds collects itself with the realization of who the girl they spoke of is. He stands up with a stammer, his breathing becoming raspy and shallow. He hear them begin getting closer to the door, quickly he searches for something to use as a weapon, but finds nothing. Instead he waits in a corner closest to the opening, then as the door opens up he lunges at the first man who comes in. "WHERE IS MY SISTER!"He yells, holding the man’s throat tightly to the hard, cold ground. His pulse beating against his hands, feeling himself losing to his anger. 

*Smack!*  [#u45c4728]

He barely feels something hit him over his head, knocking him off the man; Adrenaline numbing the blow. The guy hits him again, a swift blow landing to his stomach after that. Nathan doubles over holding his stomach, "Fucking prick, let him rot in there." He hears one the men say bitterly, a hint of pain lingering in his voice. They slam the door shut and with a click, it locks. Footsteps slowly become inaudible, the only noise left being the drips of the pipes. 

Nathan lays there in pain, the rush of adrenaline dying off, leaving his head and stomach screaming in pain. He ties to move, but is paralyzed by the mixture of physical misery, and emotional terminal. After a moment of rest he slowly gets up, lurching here and there. He shakes what pain remains to the back of his mind and stares down the door intensely. His skin crawled with anger, knowing his sister is being hurt while he’s locked away in the dark. He moves to the metal door, and slams his fists fiercely. "I must... I WILL get out!!!" He yells, kicking the door.

He continues to hit and kick the door repeatedly, over and over; trying to break it down. After many possible hours, he couldn't keep it up any longer, sliding down to the floor in exhaustion. His body aches in pain, more so his head.  He reaches up, and wipes off his forehead. When he brings down his hand, something catches his eyes. In the darkness it’s hard to tell, but there’s no doubt that its blood. Must have been from the blow earlier, but he didn't care. His sister is in pain, and he can't protect her from it.

Nathan attempts to rest, but the aching idea of his sister hurting by those men is enough to keep him from doing so. The sounds of the pipes dripping seem to echo, and become louder with every drop. He tries to block it out, only to hear a scream. This sparks his energy, he holds his breath; trying to listen for anything.


*Drip, Drip, Drip*  [#o79a89cd]

Nothing. Nothing at all, was it a figment of his imagination? A hallucination? He presses his ear to the door; still the only sound is the dripping from the pipe. He gets up and begins to pace; his breathing became harsh and shallow once more. He lets out another scream, slamming at the door again.  His fist start to throb in pain, the skin of his knuckles starting rub away. Anger blinds him, pacing again like a crazed animal stuck in a cage.

*Drip, Drip, Drip*  [#d4249da4]

Nathan wakes up feeling gorgy, his body aching and still exhausted from sleeping on a concrete floor. He winces when getting up, His hands swollen and scabby from the missing skin. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry sis, but don't worry… I'll get out and beat those fuckers,” Nathan whispers to himself, a smile forming on his face; imagining them in tortuous agony.

*Drip, Drip, Drip*  [#h3c26d16]

He grips his throat, looking around the barely lit room for something, anything at this point.  A pipe is leaking somewhere, he follows the sound to a far corner; a dirty, rusty pipe the source of the sound.  With some hesitation, he stares at the pipe, changing his mind for a moment. His throat, however, made the final decision. He takes a sip the small water dripping out. It tastes awful; he spits the taste away; refusing anymore. "Last thing I need… I have to get out." Nathan murmurs to himself, turning back to the metal door, trying to think of any way to get it open.

*Drip, Drip, Drip*  [#k579f1be]

His breathing grew heavy getting frustrated again; finally, he makes a move and slams his body into the door. Not even a dent, he attempts again. When that doesn’t work, he hits it with frustration.  His hand, however, didn’t agree with that idea; they’re too swallow to keep hitting it. He slams himself once again against the door, and then kicks it. When he couldn't bring down the door that way, he begins pacing once again.  

This continues for what seems like an eternity, his knuckles now just scrapped off flesh and bones from pounding at the door. Nathan huffs glaring at the unmoving door, he couldn't stay still any longer. The door stood there, taunting him the only thing keeping him from freedom. The room spins around, his body weak form the lack of essential needs.



*Drip, Drip, Drip*  [#h668c82d]


"I'm…I'm going to kill them all…..Kill them…. MAKE THEM SUFFER!" Nathan yells, throwing a loss piece of concrete at the door; the echo of the metal ringed through the room. The sounds of dripping water sending chills up his spine, every second the two taunting him. Laughing at his misery, the sounds of his sisters screams filling his mind, but suddenly after sometime, they went silent. Nothing left, but a rhythmic drip.

More days seem to pass him, and he slowly slips into the same cycle. Hunger getting the best of him, he’s exhausted, but he didn't stop; in fact he couldn't stop. He hits head on the wall, "I'll kill them…." Nathan whispers to himself and repeating it over and over. He finally caved in, and drank more of the water; the taste now dwindling to nothing. 

The dripping stops, he paces back and forth, over and over again. He could swear he hear screaming, her screaming for him; he could hear her voice speak to him. He begin to see the door opening up, but no, only a hallucination. Nathan breaths heavily, like some rabid animal. The door screaming at him now, finally with a twitch he yells out. He grabs on to one of the heavy, rusty pipes and pulls at it. It didn’t budge at first, until finally with a snap! It pulls away at one of the rusty hinges. 

He stands silently at the door, it still swaying back and forth. Slowly, he raises the heavy pipe, and with all his strength brings it down on the door.  The door makes a twisted metallic sound, as if it was screaming in agony.  He grins, pulling the pipe back up. A small dent has been made, he laughs dryly; pleased by this. 

He brings the pipe down over and over again, with every hit a hope to free him and his sister. The door grows louder and louder with every hit, the metallic sound like screams of defeat. Every swing growing heavier, and with that Nathan only laughs harder. He stops to look over the dents on the door.

Nathan grins at the progress of the door, still standing there shaking. "It's time to die…." Nathan whispers, each word sliding off his tongue. Nathan raises the metal pipe high up again.


*CREAK*  [#gb5cf02c]

He stands there, and looking at the dark metallic door that holds him there; the last hit making the door move away from the doorframe. He brings down the pipe with great speed; finally, the door breaks loose from its hinges.  He manages to push through the heavy door, and the sounds of the door squeaking painfully loud as he steps though.

Nathan walks through the dark basement, easily finding the door through the darkness that his eyes are adjusted to. Feelings of hope flooding him, finally the relief knowing he can save his sister pulse through him rapidly. He could go to her, he could save her. 

He hears voices above him on the other floor speaking. "Are you still on that?! Sorry but I had to kill her! The bitch went going crazy, bit off some of Portman’s hand." a man speaks, no remorse in his tone. "Yeah true, I was getting tired of seeing her face anyway, all bloody and shit it was gross. Oh, speaking of which, do you think that one punk is dead by now?" speaks another, no empathy in their tone. Nathan begin to shake, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He feels something cold his shoulder.

No, this couldn’t happening! It’s a lie!! NO! NONONONONO!! He refuses to believe it, the hope in his body weighing heavily down on him, as if 2 ton boulder has been placed on his chest, slowly cutting off his air supply. He stumbles the room moving back and forth.

"Yeah. I bet it's been like over a week. Doubt he’s breathing." the other man laughs. Nathan hears them make their way to the basement stairs, and slowly start to walk down still talking away; their voices a numbing buzz. His grief quickly turns into an unquenchable rage, the wrath showing so very clearly on his face. His body pulsing with superabundance of emotions boiling out of control, his mind feeling like it’s being split violently open.

Everything then goes silent. "Nathan…..kill them...” he hears a voice whisper so clearly, the silence following these bitter words.

“…… It’s too quiet…” He looks to the doorway, “drip… drip… drip.” He mumbles, barely audible. Nathan grips the pipe in his hand, a twisted grin forming on his face; the men open the basement door, not suspecting a thing too busy talking to each other.

Nathan swings down at the first man, a loud sickening crunch following the blow. The man falls down instantly, his head way easier to break then a metal door. The other man stands there in terror and shock as Nathan smile greets him. The pipe drips from the first man’s blood that has fallen over dead, " … I was told kill you too." He says, and then laughs swinging the pipe down at the horrified man.

Thud, Thud, Thud. 

Nathan continues to hit the man, making sure he suffers greatly with every blow. The man screams out in pain, until slowly he stops moving. There’s no more noise, only the sound of dripping blood. He didn't move anymore, but Nathan continues to land blows to him blindly. His heavy breathing steadies as he comes to a stop, enjoying the sound of the dripping blood.

He then made his way upstairs, quietly avoiding making any more noise. He finds the other two man on the upper floors, one too busy with what he was doing, the other rustling through something.  Neither hears a thing, Nathan steps to the men rustling through a draw. The man turns, a gun clearly in hand, but he’s too late. His face turns to horror seeing the blood soaked young man standing behind him before the blur of something lands to his temple. He falls to the ground, unmoving. 

The last man upon hearing the noises, waits in his room for Nathan and after a struggle, he goes down as well. Nathan finally makes his way to his sister, a smile on his face.
He opens a door, delight feeling his mind; so happy to see her again. "Sorry it took so long… but I'm here now…." Nathan speaks softly, he making his way over to his sister's lifeless body. “Don’t cry, we’re safe, and I will keep you safe. After all, there are more of THEM out there right now.” He frowns, looking to doorway.

“No, no. Sshhhhh, Please don’t cry anymore. I will protect you sis…. I promised after all, remember? Hehehe. I will kill them all for what they put us through… I will save you still.” He pats her head, her blood covering his hand. He didn't seem to notice her disfigurements or even blood, he completely blocks it all out that she laid there…rotting from death, ignoring the fact her skull is bashed in. 

 "Let's go Nat, there's more…."  He hears her whisper softly to him, he grins so happy to be with his sister again. "Yes, let's go." He whispers, making his way down the stairs, soon, leaving the house. "I need to save you, by killing them. That’s how it works... I’ll kill them sis,” he says with a grin, holding the bloody pipe tightly in one hand.

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