"As you know that our mother and fathers are rich"
"And?", I folded my arms.
"And they have many villas..."
"So you want to burn down this house?", I questioned her, narrowing my eyes.
"In short yes", She coughed slightly.
"And I believe that those servants and maids will be burned down too?", My tone was filled with seriousness.
"Yes", Eric answered on behalf of Sara.
"Will you join us for this, Dion?", Sara fumbled with the hem of her dress.
"It will be a bad thing—", The two flinched with uncertainty.
"—If I don't join you guys", My answer alone made them jump and hug me.
"Don't expect much from your sickly brother. This brother gets scared easily", I said with a smile.
"Well you have the genes of Edward, you can drug people by your looks", Eric said sarcastically.
"And you have the genes of Lewis, you can kill people without a second thought", I fired back.
"Now now Stop it", Sara came between us.
"Sure", Me and Eric said together.
"But did you guys fixed the place for fire?", I voiced out my thought.
"Edward's room has a burner, I remember. That will be the prime place", Eric drew a picture of dad's room.
"Then it's decided, By the midnight of the full moon, which is today, we will execute our plan", Sara said, folding the paper and looking at us.
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Unbeknownst to them, a certain maid heard it and went out of the manor to tell a certain person
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AT THE MIDNIGHT
AUTHOR'S P.O.V
The full moon had finally settled in. The moon was more blood-red today, probably marking the murder that was bound to happen.
Dion, Sara and Eric were getting ready. They already discussed that each of them can kill them in any way they would like to.
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Dion was sitting on the chair, facing the piano and was playing the melodious but melancholic tune that marked the beginning of the murder or assassination attempt.
He had already lured Shiela by his melody and was thinking as to how he was going to get her.
His mother came closer to him in a seductive way and was whispering dirty things to him. The things she would babble about whenever she was drunk.
"Quit talking mother, you have dirty old woman's breath", He whispered, furrowing his brows.
While getting ready with the empty injection. It was empty if you struck out the fact that it had air.
"My dear Dion~ How great you look with the moonlight casting your face, those red eyes glistening~"
"If you want to see red, then you should close your eyes", He raised from his seat. He had already gloved his hands so that there will be no evidence when they will perform some forensic bullsh*t.
"You smell soo sweet~", Shiela hugged Dion, her eyes half-closed.
How much did she drink?
Thought Dion.
He raised his hand which had the injection that he borrowed from his father to 'learn' and swooshed down in her neck.
Sadly Shiela gripped his hand.
Oh no!
He flinched and tried to think of ways to get her injected.
"Hah! You are thinking of drugging mother more!?", She screamed and got her secret dagger down on his face.
The dagger etched on the left side of his face, a beautifully carved scar from his left eyebrow to his cheek. He closed his eye so that it doesn't reach there. The cut was lightly done, saving his left eye from being blind.
Thankfully he dodged just in the right time to avoid his full body having that scar.
He lounged onto her, pinning down on the floor with a thud and put forth the injection.
"Bye mother. Thanks for giving me this scar. It will make me remind as to how weak I was", He said, blood dripping from his face.
And injected the air.
She died on spot.
With no sound, no nothing.
"Mission accomplished", He panted after wasting his ⅓ energy on her.
Yes, his weak body made it almost impossible to perform such tasks.
Suddenly the door opened.
Dion looked behind to find Eric.
"You need this", Eric handed him a handkerchief.
"Sara will get angry if she sees the scar still having blood", Eric tried to sound unbothered to his elder brother but failed to do so.
"Thanks", He whispered, trying to hold back his tears and wiped off the blood.
"I know it hurts so clean up this place and come to the basement to get some treatment", Eric went out of the room.
"You haven't kill your target?", Dion asked.
"Nope"
Dion shrugged and got the heavy body of Shiela on the floor, carefully placing her limbs and face craftily. He got a bottle beside her and spilt the liquid slightly to make sure it looked like that she had died after overdosing herself with alcohol.
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Eric got his killer, dad, on edge. His dad never expected his bunny-like son to get such a psychopathic look on his face.
"Ne ne dad~ How fun to see you getting so scared", His son cooed, the red moonlight illuminating his eyes into a darker shade of red although his eyes are brown.
Lewis couldn't do anything but put fight with his bare hands. He didn't have any kind of weapon on him...But his son had a rod....a burning rod on his hand.
Lewis landed a punch on Eric's stomach but that didn't stop his son to continue his work—his assassination.
He dashed on his father, getting the rod straight onto his stomach just like how his dad did.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH—", Before Lewis could scream further, Eric covered his mouth.
"Shh~ The fun is yet to happen~ I remember you talking about using me to gain whatever you want, eh~? Then why don't I use you to gain my needs~?", He said darkly.
Lewis shook his head sideways frantically.
Eric tied him on a cross, a big one which he himself made. He blindfolded Lewis's eyes and gagged his mouth.
How did he learn such things!? I made sure to keep it a secret!
His father thought.
He isn't even referring to himself in the third person!!!
How can this meek mf have such an aura!? The aura of a predator ready to tear off his prey!? It's like he is a wolf in sheep's clothes
But his thoughts were cut short when a hot (hotter than hell) sensation came over him.
"MMFF!!!"
"What? Trying to say something? Buibui couldn't hear you, right Bui?", Eric lowered his head to whisper something to his bunny looking plushie.
"Nevermind, I should probably continue my teasing~", He plunged a few more onto his father's body.
His father cried.
And then he became unresponsive.
"Dead af", Eric gave him a deadpan look.
"Eric should probably clean the mess Eric created, right Bui?", He asked his bunny, like some bipolar kid.
The bunny freaking nodded. He thought it was because of the wind...But was it?
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Sara was checking her pocket watch, taking frequent glances towards her prey. She was waiting for the perfect time to strike upon him. She was assigned to Edward, her stepfather. She saw him working on a medical thing...But was that true? Guess we could never know because the drink that she presented him had poison.
He drank it simply because he didn't find any fault with it. The poison couldn't be smelled and can only be detected when it had finally unleashed its powers.
She made it a simple assassination—or a suicide attempt—as the public would view it like that. She had kept some ingredients on the table that were the contents of that poison, erasing all possible pieces of evidence.
"H-How c-can you!?", Edward choked on his words. He found it hard to believe that a young girl like her has committed this.
"Karma is a b*tch", Sara snickered, her voice filled in the silent atmosphere.
The maids are asleep...Perfect time
The moonlight cast such a shade on her hair, that it looked like blood.
Probably the moon was rejoicing their victory with them. She lighted up the burner that was present in the room, nearing it on the curtains which caught the fire easily.
She slipped out of the room like some bored person, while the fire was covering up the entire mansion.
Midst the raging fires, the siblings came out of it, hand in hand. They were only covered in ashes, except for Dion who had a scar etched on his face—His new reminder.
"Be sure to act innocent and meek", Sara whispered to her siblings.
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"Are you children okay!?", One of the rescuers questioned them.
On Sara's cue, Dion started coughing. Meanwhile she and Eric started shedding crocodile tears.
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