Scott
"Blair!" I screamed the second I reached her house, I was breathing hard...pratically choking on each breath. I had ran the whole way there from my house, to see my girlfriend curled up into a little ball on the front steps of her house and her face was burried in her hands. "Blair..." I whispered slowly walking closer to her.
"Scott..." she whimpered, standing up and throwing her arms around me. Slowly I pulled her away from me, looking at her left eye it was puffy and a dark red.
"He did this...?" I whispered, my index tracing over the red blotch on the side of her face, her blue eyes winced as I touched her.
"Yah...he back handed me.." she spat, "Scott...can I just stay at your house tonight?"
"After I kill your brother." I growled, slightly pushing her aside and headeding up the front steps, but she pulled me back down quickly.
"No. He'll hurt me more. Let's just go."
Bob
I was breathing hard, sweat rolling down my face as I slowly made my way out of Scott's bed. Scott let you down...Clint could have snuck in here and blew your head off. Go away. I peered out into the hall. You have got to get him first... la la la...where did Scott go? Go get the gun. I began to hum 'Smells like Teen spirit' by Nirvana as I wandered around in the upstairs hall. Trust me...go get the gun. hmm...Go..get..the..gun...hmmm mmm Go! hmm...get the gun before it's too late...hmmm mmm mmm Get the gun!
Now I was humming louder and out of tune, trying to block out the voices. Kill him now...Scott's gone and so is Dave...Get Clint now... Mmm hmmm hmmm do it now! hmm mmm...Do it!
"Go away." I called, I will after you do this one little thing. "You promise?" Trust me...Go get the gun. I'll leave you in peace...No worries. Slowly I made my way into my Dad's bedroom, I wasn't really doing this. In reality...I wasn't. I was still stuck in one of them dreams.
My hands shook as I opened my Dad's gun cupboard. This wasn't happening...I was dreaming. It felt as if I was an apparation..merely watching everything take place. I watched slowly as trembling hands opened the doors and gribbed the shotgun. The handle felt cold in my hand...like ice and it took my breath away. The gun looked alien in my hands...it wasn't supposed to be there...it wasn't right. Don't chicken out now... I felt a wave of vomit dwelling in the pit of my stomach. Do it. Do it now...Don't wait...Do it now.
I shakily cocked the trigger on the gun and the click it made seemed to echo through the house like a gunshot. I shuddered and slowly wandered to the steps. Come on...hurry it up! I could see Clint sitting on the couch, his head tipped back on the head rest. Perfect....the bullet will glide through his brain nice and easy.
"Will you shut up?" I managed to utter through my gritted teeth, slowly I began to decend the steps, what effort it took to transfer my weight down each step, I couldn't do it...I couldn't shoot my twin. he's not your brother...He's evil. I stopped on the third step, unwanted tears rolling down my cheeks. He looks so peaceful sitting there watching television. I held the gun in both hands and stretched my arms out in front of me. I couldn't bare having that thing near me. If he only knew that you were going to blow him head off...Now shoot!
"Will you quite bickering?" I groaned, as I saw Clint jerk his head sideways...he was trying to see behind him.
"Bob..? Is that you?" I didn't answer I just pointed the gun at the back of his head, I wasn't even aiming. I couldn't aim. My hands shook too much.
Clint
"Duke...?" when nobody answered me, I turned around to see him standing behind me. It took a minute for me to register what he was doing. My eyes caught his dark brown ones and then I noticed the gun...I don't know why I didn't see it earlier. He was pointing it right at my head. "W...what are you doing?" I gasped, jumping off of the couch and backing away from him.
"He's telling me what to do." Bob growled, and his right hand smacking his head hard.
"Well...Tell him to go away!" I cried trying to reason with my brother.
"You don't think I've tried? It's driving me crazy..Clint, He tells me the truth. That your evil and your out ot get me...I mean, what am I meant to believe?" I opened my mouth to talk but no words came out. Until finally.
"Bob...I'm not out to get you...honestly...I'm not after you." what was I trying to do? I couldn't over power the voice in my brother's head...I needed help. Gawd, I wish Scott and Dave were home.
"Oh shut up! I'm doing this for you aren't I?!" Bob yelled upwards towards the ceiling. Oh my god, he's gone mad. He's totally lost it. What do they call it, schizophrenic? He was hearing voices...
"Robert! put the gun down" I told him, slowly taking a step towards him. I saw him flinch, presumably, at the voice in his head battling against me for control of his mind. He had no idea which one to listen to.
"Clint...I don't want to kill you anymore than you want to die...But I have to...He'll go away and I'll be better than." he sobbed, "This isn't real...it's all a dream..." he was sick more than I thought he ever could be...please...come home Dave...please Scott...please...I need you.
Dave
Where the hell is Ace ventura? I wish they wouldn't move the movies around! I glanced around the video store...thousands of movies and I couldn't find the one Clint likes...I hope he's not killing himself in the kitchen. The thought struck me hard...something wasn't right. Maybe his was killing himself...I did leave him alone.
"Can I help you sir?" a man in about his thirty's asked, fixing the gold name tag that read 'George' that was pinned on his over sized dirty blockbuster shirt.
"Well...Ummm, I was..." I studdered, a worried feeling washed over me...I wanted to go home.
"Spit it out, boy." he growled impatiently. I felt as if I was going to throw up the contents of my stomach...I needed to get home...
"Excuse me sir...I don't feel so well..." I spat out, trying to move around the large sized man, but he wouldn't move out of the way.
"What movie are you looking for?" hadn't he heard me? I don't feel well...I don't care about the movie, I want to go home...I need to go home...Move it man...I wanna go home.
"I don't feel well...please move.."
"I said...What movie are you looking for?"
"Ace ventura..." The second the man went to look for the movie I was out of here. I needed to get home...I wasn't sure why...I just had to.
Clint
I could taste my fear in the pit of my stomach. He's actually going to kill me...he's going to do it, I know he is. I'd seen the look in his eyes...of depression, confusion, and pain...but not a hint of reluctancy. I guess we just stood, facing eachother for a quite a while. It was freaky...it was like I was watching a conversation between two people but there was only me and Bob and I wasn't talking.
"I'm standing here aren't I? I got the gun didn't I? You can't say he call kill me anymore!" Bob yelled, glancing nervously around the room. I swallowed hard. He was going to be harder to reason with than I'd thought. "But...but you said you'd go away..."...the despair in Bob's voice almost made me reach out for the gun and shoot myself. But still, I stood there, not really knowing what to do or say.