𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘦𝘯

                                    

                                          
double update bc i owe it🧍🏽‍♀️




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The person, who was now in a wonderful mood, happily walked down the sidewalk of their city, subtly glancing at the people passing by them. Suddenly, a pair of familiar, but also similar faces pass right by and the person stops. With a hand covering their mouth, a sinister smile forms and they immediately turn around, following the familiar pair of twins.
	With both of the women tied up, the attacker's job would be way easier. Who would've known that the younger one played baseball? With gloved hands, they tightly clutched the metal bat and swung at the older sister, causing the eldest to flail violently and the youngest to flinch and attempt to pull herself out of her binds.
	The attacker gave her a bone-chilling, warning glance before keeping their eyes on her and swinging hard at the eldest's head, resulting in her hands tightening around the arms of the chair she was tied to and her legs pulling together. Upon being immediately knocked out of consciousness from the impact of the attacker's swing, the sister's head fell limp and laid forward, leaving her neck open and vulnerable.
	Seizing the open opportunity, the attacker raises the bat over their head and brings the metal bat back down with impeccable force. The youngest cries out and tries to escape her binds, but once again fails and only causes her chair to tip over, her chair does not get to hit the floor since the attacker catches her and places the chair's four legs back onto the floor.
	For a mere moment, they make slight eye contact and the attacker begins to walk away, the only female left alive gulps and watches the person's silhouette disappear into the next room as if they knew the format of their house. She looked to her left at her sister, dead and unmoving. She remembered her being alive; breathing and cockily confident as she always was, but it seemed like death had humbled her permanently. 
	 Having been in pure silence for an extensive amount of time, the sound of heavy objects being knocked over and hitting each other made her jump violently. "W- What are you doing?" She questions in a quivering voice.
	Without a response, the attacker comes out with a trophy for cheerleading. Her eyes widen at the sight of a trophy she had won with her now-dead sister two years ago during their junior year of high school. "Y- You're not gonna kill me with that... right?" She shook like a leaf in a storm, fingers violently quivering as one lifted to point at the golden metallic ruffles that were formed to represent the pom poms that she and her sister would cheer with at their school games and pep rallies. Something that gave her happiness every time she would glance at it would give her dread in the afterlife, now.
	The attacker raised the trophy into the air above their head. The youngest looked so scared, eyes so wide they looked like they'd pop out her skull; shaking so violently you'd think she was in Antarctica in the winter without a coat. They nearly thought about just knocking her silly until she remembered nothing of tonight and would just live her life on in blissful ignorance with the memory of tonight just becoming a blank or a nonexistent memory. They knew how to do so, they just didn't want the possibility of her going through hypnosis to figure out what happened tonight.
	Concluding allowing her to live, they lowered the trophy down to their waist and lowered it down to her level. She would've seen their face had the apartment not been so dark. They placed a hand on her head, causing her to flinch aggressively before slightly relaxing. The person stood up and began to walk around the apartment, finding paper and a pencil. They quickly wrote messily, as if they were a young child who had only recently learned how to write.
	Holding the paper up to her, she read the words carefully, slightly struggling due to the messiness of the handwriting and the darkness of her surroundings. 'I'm allowing you to walk free tonight. Tell anyone about this and you're dead. I know where you live and I'll always have an eye on you, Lucia.' The note sent hostile chills down Lucia's spine. "How do you know my name? How will you always have an eye on me? Will you have someone watch me from afar?"
	The attacker held laughs within their throat and simply shook their head. They took the paper and began writing again, placing the sheet on her lap and beginning to untie her.
	'That doesn't matter. You'll stay quiet, won't you?' At the bottom of the page, an arrow pointed to the other side of the paper.
	'I hope you won't mind.' These were the words Lucia read out before being knocked into unconsciousness.