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Turning my hands into my claws. I jumped upon the twin who wanted turn those kids into soup. He only had time to take one step back before my claws were over his neck spilling blood.

With a thud his knees hit the ground. He desperately tried clawing at his throat as the blood poured out. Then he fell forward. Laying on the ground motionless. Dead.

His brother didn't even move, shocked and staring at the body of his dead twin.

I didn't always resort to killing but desperate times call for desperate measures. And I don't think anyone would be missing these two.

"What did you do?" The living brother whispered, still staring at the body. "What did you do?"

"I killed him, what does it look like?" I asked, inspecting my bloodied nails.

"He was my brother." Then he looked at me, shouting at the top of his lungs. "That was my brother."

"Well look on the bright side. Now you get the half brain all to yourself." I mocked him.

That's all it took for him to lung at me. Roaring at the top of his l