Twisted Sisters Prologue

A chilling scream was ripped from the man's throat. Fresh blood spilled from his arm and onto the floor. It was a wonder how the man had managed to survive so long, considering the amount of blood he had lost within the last few hours.

''It's perfect, isn't it?'' Juno said, turning to me. There was that unnerving glint in her eye that I had become all too familiar with.

''Yes. It's brilliant.'' I replied, saying what she wanted to hear. My gaze returned to the film being projected onto the wall in front of me.

Glancing over at my sister, I noticed that she was staring at the film intently. She seemed completely unfazed by the gruesomeness of the footage. At one point, I even thought I could see a faint smirk forming on her face. The film was nearing its ghastly end, and I certainly didn't want to watch. I'd already seen it once anyway.

Turning round to look behind me, I was overtaken by a sudden sadness at what I saw. I knew something my sister did not, something that made me feel even more guilty at what had been done. My eyes remained fixated on the grisly sight. Everything around me seemed to be muffled. I couldn't properly understand what my sister was saying, even though she was sitting right next to me. However, I could make out one thing she said to me.

''This is probably our best work.'' She told me.

Even though it sickened me, I had to admit it. She wasn't wrong.