Mark was a well built young man, he was the star of the football team, and he could have any girl in the school. He had everything it seemed, he was captain of lacrosse, football, baseball, and soccer. He was strong, gorgeous ... but he was always depressed, he faked being well, even his parent's didn't know he was always depressed, and always was no exaggeration. From when he got up, till when he went to bed he felt like shit, he smiled, but was lying. He hated his life, every moment of it.
On the other hand we have David, Mark's twin brother, they were identical 'supposedly' but David was really the exact opposite, sure they both had the same good looks, you wouldn't think they were anything but twins. But Mark was a full half foot taller than David. David was weak, he had never even tried to go out for any sports, there was no point. He didn't need to be let down like that. Nobody at school liked him, the closest thing he'd ever had to a girlfriend was some girl he had hooked up with over the internet, who had ended up being a 43 year old woman out of Detroit who had been nice, but ... just hadn't been right, not to mention she was very illegal for him to even date. Not only did were they physically different, but David was also in a good mood, you could kick him in the balls and he'd smile at you, tell you he understand. Be nice, maybe it was why everybody walked on him. But he didn't mind, he was happy with his life, he liked himself.
They had things in common other than the main looks thing, they were both quite intelligent, David's IQ had clocked in at 198 and Mark's at 178, there was a big difference sure, but both were well over the average. They had had two great parent's until last fall, when their father had died ... it had been horrible. Te whole family had been close, it had been a burglary, at the house. It had been late at night, around two in the morning when their father had heard a noise downstairs, he’d gone to investigate, but that wasn't when he was shot. He'd grabbed a bat, and when the burglar spotted him he said "Freeze"
Their dad wasn't stupid, he was rigid and silent in a moment. The burglar chewed his lip, frowning. "Turn around and start walking, go to the room of any kids you have, one at a time" The burglar followed as their father first went to Mark's room. "wake him up, no funny business or your both dead."
Mark's father shook his awake. "Mark wake up son, shh, stay quiet, just get up and do exactly what I say, everything will be fine I promise." Mark spotted the gun toting burglar, and he nodded. They were then led to David’s room, here the same thing happened, essentially.
"Alright, pop, kids. Let's go to daddy’s room." They nodded, the burglar was masked so they couldn't see his face. They complied and sighed, maybe mom had heard them and was hiding, but no she wasn't, she was waiting in bed for their father, Ron.
"Ron? What wa-" But she was cut off when their sons then the man walked into the room. "Ron, Ron what's going on."
"Stop fucking talking, everybody naked, I’m not going to do some sick shit, I just want it harder to get away." They hesitated. "NOW!" He hollered at them, and they stripped from the pajama's, the men all in simple boxers and a t-shirt, except mark who was just in boxers. Their mother was reluctant, Susan is her name.
"Please, don't do this" She begged the man.
"Shut up fucking cunt." He hit her, in the head with the but of the gun, she cried out in pain. His father lunged at the man. Who was turning ... six bullets were emptied into his chest. He lost his nerve then, he let out a "holy fucking shit" and ran, but it was too late, the act was done. Ron was dead.
