Brotherly love isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Brian shrieked as he regained consciousness. He looked around the dank basement. A glow emanated from behind him. Incredible pain drew his attention to his bloody wrists. Pieces of a saw blade had been cut and welded to the handcuffs that held him in the old dentist’s chair.
Every time he moved, the blades dug deeper into his shredded wrists, sending jolts of pain up his arms.
“Do you like them?” a man said, stepping from the shadows. “I made them just for you.”
Brian’s head reeled from the impossible apparition.
A sea of questions flooded Brian’s head, but the biggest one rose to the surface.
“How did you get out?”
Ryan flashed a demented smile. “It wasn’t easy.”
“But why? Aren’t they looking for you?”
“Let’s focus on you.”
“I was a kid when Mom and Dad had you committed,” Brian said, “I had nothing to do with it.”
“Shh…” Ryan said, “Do you hear that?”
Brian cocked his head but all he heard was blood dripping from his cuffs.
“It’s the sound of all the people who GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSES!” Ryan screamed.
“They never meant to hurt you,” Brian whispered. “They thought you were unstable and dangerous.”
Ryan covered his face with his blood-soaked hands, and looked out between his fingers, turning his hand into a demonic mask.
“They were right.”
Brian started to shake uncontrollably.
Ryan basked in his twin brother’s fear.
“What …will …you …do …to …me?” Brian snuffled.
“This isn’t about you. It’s about the life that was taken from me.”
Ryan slowly turned the chair until it was facing a large TV that showed a dozen web cams. Brian cringed when he saw images of the bathroom, his bedroom, his teenage son and daughter’s bedrooms.
“My family?” Brian said.
“No, my family,” Ryan said, washing up and changing into Brian’s clothes.
“Please don’t do this,” Brian pleaded.
Ryan looked into his brother’s eyes. “That’s exactly what I said before they committed me.”
Without another word, he turned, walked out of the room, and locked the door behind him. Brian’s screams of anguish were like tonic to Ryan's soul. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying every moment. Only when the screams faded to gentle sobbing did he walk away.
"I'd better hurry," Ryan said looking at his watch, "I should be getting home from work soon. I think we should have a family meeting tonight.”
A dark smile played across his face as he laid a butcher knife on the passenger seat, started Brian's car and headed for his new home.
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