Genre: Action/ thriller
title: Twins Of Light And Sin
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I am now in a camp for the twins of light - or should I say - the camp of many dead bodies. I'm due to be locked up in about two months. I've broken this place's: "rules and regulations for the twins of light" - except, the rules here don't apply - to me anyway (as I'm not a twin of light) . If you haven't gathered - although you should of - as I've killed almost everyone here - that I'm a devil. The others are angels. Now, before I get on with this tale, I must tell you this: there are twins of Light and Sin.

Phase 1- Five Years Old

I remember my mom telling me five words. Which, would change my life forever:

"Your twin died at birth, love."

"I had a twin?" I asked, my mind racing.

What was their name? Why did they die? What happened to make them die?" I asked rapid questions, trying to get answers, questions flooded my mind as an attempt to drown out the sadness - I hoped - even at that age, that answers would stop me crying.

"I know this is a shock to you. But please calm down." My mother hugged me as I started to cry.

Tears filled my eyes and started rolling down my face.

"I'll start answering your questions when you're calm, hun." My mom kissed me softly and lovingly on the forehead.

"Why must it be me? Why must I go through this?" I asked, tears coming faster now.

I started to breathe in and out slowly, focusing on the nearby trees in the garden I always used to play in back then. They were the good times. What my mom told me next shocked me.

My mom sat down, breathed and opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"Your twin.." her voice trailed off, as she tried to find the words to portray the feeling of loss.

"Your twin.. She died ten minutes before you were born, she died by lung failure - her lungs weren't fully developed. Or at least.. that's what I was told." I didn't understand some of the words coming out of her mouth - shock was running through my thoughts. Death wasn't a concept to me - it shouldn't be one to any young person - or even a child. Especially a child. I stood there, tears going down my face as I hugged my mom tightly. I was only an innocent loving child.

But that was all about to change.

Phase 2- Seven Years Old

Two years later, I stood in the same place as I did when my mother told me that I had a dead twin. I stood there with tears in my eyes. Reliving the moment of pain and hatred of existence.

I ran to my room and locked the door behind me. Thunder and lightning rained down and crashed on the ground sending sparks into the ground and burning the top of it. Light was reflecting off of the furniture, casting devilish shadows on the wall. I hid under my bed covers. After ten minutes or so, the thunder stopped. I got out of bed and stood up, feeling a presence that was unfamiliar to me. I felt a finger brush against me and a voice that was very husky and deep.

"Young devil. Permit me to come into your life. Permit me entry - unless you want your mother dead." The voice repeated over and over again.

"Okay. I let you in."

"Good boy."

A figure materialized in front of me, it was tall and human looking, but it looked like a devil at the same time. Fire was where its skin used to be and it held a ball of red blood that hovered over its hand, with a weapon - more specifically a trident - held in his other hand.

"I don't intend to harm you. Provided you do as I tell you. If not," the creature flashed the trident, "I'll kill you." The figure told me.

"Are you aware of what you are? More specifically - what you are?"

"I don't."

"you are blessed with the curse of being a sinner. Which means," he clicked his fingers and many small blood like needles appears, putting his open fist towards me and clicking his fingers again, caused the needles to fly. "you can do call stuff like that." The figure grinned. "But. You must obey the code. Always serve your ruler. If you fail. You are killed."

"Your task is to simply kill all the angels - using whichever means you must. Do you comply?"

"yes, sir."

The figure smiled, "shake hands and the deal is done. You may use your powers to kill."

I placed my shaky hand in front of me, fear and intrigue gripping me and forcing me to shake hands with this creature. My hand shook as the cold air brushed against it. The creature took it firmly and I shook hands with the creature, then they vanished. I felt a strange hunger within my soul. The hunger for blood; for pain.

I wanted to inflict pain on many people.

I wanted to kill. I wanted to damage anyone I could.

I raised my hand, clicked my fingers, summoning many small blood-like needles, which all gleamed with harmful intent, they were all hungry to kill, death gleaming within the tips of the needles. I threw my hand downwards and the needles followed, crashing into the wood of the floor, splintering it.

I walked out of my room and went into the back garden. Behind our back garden is a forest, sometimes the wild animals trespass into our garden and we have to kill them. We normally use a gun, but my mom was sleeping - due to it being midnight. I thought it was a great idea to go out into the forest - alone mind you - and kill some animals to help my thirst.

Walking into the forest, the trees started to watch me; staring at me like vulture that needed food. They stood as straight as poles and looked human. Many animals like owls and foxes ran around.

I thought of trying something.

I barked at the fox, scaring the owl away. The Fox noticed me, claws bared at me, smiling wolfishly. Running at me, the fox growled like a wolf. I held up my hand, clicking my fingers summoning many blood like needles. I slammed down my hand by my side, aiming at the needles at the fox. Many needles headed for the body of the fox.

The fox tried to outrun the needles, but failed. The needles attacked its flesh, ripping it in two.

I ran over to the dead fox, checking it was dead, I ran my fingers across its flesh and bones. The second I touched the bones, the flesh started to crack, I touched the bones and they started to fall apart. I touched the bones lightly, wondering if they would fall apart. They didn't. I picked up one of the bones and decided to try and put some of the needles into the skeleton. So I did. The skeleton become energized. Blood serged through its bones, it barked at me, growling. I imagined a sword. It had a sharp blade and a stylistic hilt. Surely enough, the bones turned into solid blood and they turned into a sword. I held the sword tightly. Howl's cracked the sky and owls perched on the trees.

I got myself ready.

I lifted my arm upwards, clicking my fingers summoning many needles. They seemed sharper than before.

Maybe killing made my powers stronger?

Many foxes surrounded me, getting ready to leap. Growls came from all directions. I had all my needles. I placed my sword on the ground, and summoned more needles with my other hand. I waved my hands in a 360° motion around my head.

The needles dispersed in a circular motion, killing the foxes as they jumped for me. Only four of the foxes avoided my attacks.

They leaped at me. Two were growling behind me. I summoned a set of needles towards them. It took them out.

The other two bound for me. With one slash, I knocked one down to the ground. With another slash, I killed the other one. I sent needles to kill the one on the ground.

I summoned needles aimed at all the flesh and fired.

All the flesh ripped apart. I sent one final set to make the bones how the first was; blood coursing through their bones.

I ran away from the forest with my thirst quenched, I could finally fall asleep.

Twenty minutes later, I got into bed and started falling asleep, my mind processing today's events as my eyes closed and I hugged my pillow. I wondered what tomorrow would bring...

Phase 3 - 16 years old

A few years later, I woke up to sirens blaring outside my window, the red and blue lights firing through the windows. My mother standing in a dark part of the room, breathing heavily, tears streaming down her face. "Son... they've come to get you. Please, survive and come back to me. Please act how you should; then escape." My mother breathed shakily, "you are strong. Now go before they kill me."

I went slowly out of the door, trying not to cry as I approached the lights. I raised a fist at them, tempted to shoot them and then kill them.

If I did, I wouldn't even be here to tell you this story.

They would of killed me. They are merciless

The officers stared at me, the lights of the police car flashing blue and red across my face. The officers approached me, handcuffs in their hands and their faces grim ang angry but calm. The officers grabbed me by the shoulders, and locked my hands in cuffs, shoving me forcefully into the car. The officer shut the door and locked it, walking into the house and dragging my mother outwards, grabbing her by the collar as the other officer grabbed a knife, spinning it in his grasp.

"Give consent for your child to be looked after in our camp, or I'll kill your son. Surely you wouldn't want your son to die, right? The guard warned, waving a knife close to my mother's throat.

"J-just let h-him go! W-why does he have to be taken away from us? What d-did he do? What did he do wrong?" My mother's voice was muffled by the tears rolling down her cheek and the window being turned up, which blocked her voice further.

"Oh poor woman, you knew what would happen if I told you my motives. You'd be killed. But for persisting, you'll die anyway." He paused, "we always get what we want. You'll just be another death; another number on our evil documents; one more to prove we are doing something right."

I heard a scream, then saw a knife glint in the moonlight with drops of blood on it.

The officer took out a notebook, a red pen, scribbling something in it. He turned to the car, and walked up to it. He stared at me as though I meant nothing to him. Which, I didn't, to him as long as I was in a camp, with everyone who was "alike" me, they didn't care. They got payed, and walked out of there.

"Look boy," he stared at me with hard eyes,"you haven't got a mother, a father, a brother or sister. You've not got anywhere to run. Just come with us. Or I'll shoot you."

"Look, I'm locked in a car, with a guard who just killed my mother. Where the hell am I going to run to? The mountains and live as a bloody hermit? I don't know about you, but I don't see any mountains in the north of England!" I told the officer, grinning.

He said nothing, only getting in the car and stamping the excelerator.

Phase 4 - Camp Of Light

The car rumbled, sending a small tremor through my legs, I stared out of the window, watching the speeding green scenery with the occasional tree for shade. I stared out of the windshield, ahead of the car, there was a giant gate, the concrete towers reaching the clouds, the concrete was painted white, with yellow rings pained orderly on the towers.

"Get ready for imprisonment, boy." The guard shouted softly, smiling under his cap. "Give it ten or so minutes and your life will change."The guard said, a evil happiness in his voice.

I ignored him, staring out of the window.

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Around ten minutes later, the car came to a sudden halt, the towers loomed above me like an audience at a musical performance; all gazes locked. The car's engine stopped, the car stood still. The guard got out of the car, smiling, an evil grin on his face. He spun a knife in his hand, and wore a gun on his belt. He took the knife out of his belt. I looked around me and there were a hundred kids with guards doing the same as mine was. The guard held my head in place while he put a knife to my throat.

"Move!" The guard shouted.

The other guards were doing the same.

"If you stop, this knife will cut your throat. So, get moving." The guard shouted.

All the guards did the same.

I started walking, my heart thumping inside my chest, my mind racing as my feet drummed the floor with forced steps.

I moved because I wanted to live.

All the guards smiled, marching in unicent, towards the large building, the building had towers, men dressed in black camouflaged in with the towers, the men held rifles and snipers, they were stationed, ready to shoot. I guessed they served two purposes.

One: to guard the prison - more known as camp.

Two: to kill the prisoners who evaded the guards.

About twenty minutes later, I - as well as the hundreds of other prisoners - arrived at the gate. The guards put their knives away and held guns in their hands.

"Go into the camp and put your back's against the wall!" The guard's shuted.

We all ran inside and put our back's up against the wall.

The guards swarmed in holding guns, their eyes mean and wicked.

"Move an inch, and you'll be shot!" The guards shouted, the guns were held still, all aimed at us.

I heard serverial guns fire.

Many bodies fall.

"Any more people want to die?" The guards said, laughing.

More guns shot.

More people died.

"Move! All of you! Move!" The guard's roared.

We all obeyed.

We moved towards the entrance, moving towards the light; the other prisoners. The guards all smiled devilishly, they all stood at the entrances, guns and knives in their belts. We were all left alone to find her cells. I managed to sneak into the camp a diary. I only have a very few entries from that time. Now when I look at it, the handwriting is all faded, the ripped pages are torn, but readable.

Day one - 11:48 PM 8 August 1915

The day is damp.

We are all going to live. die

The dinner is very bad . It is tasteless and bland.

I have urges of bloodlust. I want to kill these guards who oppose me. I have been confirmed to mercy. I don't like me-cy. I want to kill. I want to make my powers bigger and destroy this entire camp. They tell me mercy is good. Mercy is for Son's of Light. I am a son of sin.

M-y light has been turned off now. I need to end this here. I'll write tomorrow.

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Day 2 - 6:56 PM 9 August 1915

The day is worse than the last. My bloodlust is worse now. I need to kill everyone here. I need to get my powers up, I can expect people to oppose me. But I will kill them. I will start with my spree with killing my roommate. They will find him dead at the crack of dawn. By a knife to the throat. I will kill the guards. These save to gain power, I kill to gain it.

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The next day, I woke up, withdrew the knife from under my arm, where I put it last night, and slowly wandered over to my roommate. His skin gleamed under the soft moonlight. My knife gleamed devilishly. I put the knife to my roommate's throat, and covered his mouth so he couldn't scream. Tapping him on the shoulder, he jolted awake, stared at his surroundings. My eyes gleamed in the pale light.

I stared at him, smiling devilishly. I slashed at his throat, blood spurted, coating the blade in blood. I felt a surge of power going through my veins. I summoned many needles, firing them into my roommate's body. The roommate seemed to reanimate himself.

"Go to the meeting, servent."

The creature nodded.

I went outside of my house that I was assigned. I heard a call for all people of the camp. I decided to go at the back. At the back of the camp, there is a hill, that hill allows to see the entire camp, and it's what the snipers use on their towers (from what I've gathered from my few weeks here). The towers are positioned at the top of the hill. I ran to the back of the camp, towards the hill. I did it at the moment when the most attention was on the speaker. Ten minutes later, I'd of killed him and the five other leaders in the centre.

Glancing behind me, I kept on running to the steel towers. I knew at this time, the snipers would have all of turned their attention to the crowd. I ran behind the towers, giving myself ten minutes to breathe.

I had twenty left.

I climbed up the tower, grasping at the metal bars intertwined with each other to produce a steady but dangerous footing. There were five snipers; five towers in all. I would have to go careful to kill them all. I had to do a few things to ensure escape:

Kill the snipers (of which there were ten, the front five could only be shot from the back.)

Kill the five leaders (they rotated every five mins so all could get a chance to speak.)

I climbed onto the floor of the first tower. In front of me was two boxes of sniper bullets, a box of bullets for a revolver. One of the boxes had the label: Sniper with Silencer on it. I grinned at the sight, (to myself of course). If these guns had silencers, it made my job five hundred times easier. I grabbed the first Sniper's face, wrapping my hand around his mouth and kicked him in the leg, making him fall own. I then took the handgun, and shot the Sniper with it.

It made a bang.

I saw a fountain of blood from his head and them him grow weak. Once he stopped breathing, I brutally kicked him off the tower. His body thumped to the blood, with the screech of bones cracking. I felt power go into my veins. They would help my reaction times. I picked up the sniper and held it in my hands, the weight of the gun felt heavy but light in my hands.

I put the handgun in my pocket.

The next move I was about to make was risky, but would save me time later. I placed my sniper on the ground, ot my handgun out, and shot it five times, disposing of the two closest guards nearest to me.

The gun went off with a bang.

The bodies were limp with a bullet buried in the skull of each of them. I then took up the sniper, smashing the handgun on the metal flooring, cracking it. I aimed my sniper's scope towards the head of the person talking. It was the third commander. That means I had 10 mins left; two commanders to shoot down.

There were many crowds of people, they all were staring at the person speaking, he waved his arms above his head as he spoke about price and how the world is dying and how we are all sinners at heart and have to choose to do the right things for humanity.

Humanity... you mean the wretched hell bent and greedy bunch of people who are all homosapien. We aren't saving humanity, we're killing it. I'm not sure about your world, reader.

But mine is hellbent.

I pressed the trigger of the gun. A bullet fired.

Silence.

There was no blood, just a bunch of screams and frantic eyes, darting around for someone to apprehend for the crime. The guards tried to calm people down. In their attempts, they just got hurt. In the next hour, there would be just bodies in this camp. Amongst the fear, the forth speaker went up onto the stage.

"Calm down! Everyone! Everything shall be fine. Anyone who kills our leaders, shall be killed."

I lined up the scope towards the fourth speaker.

I Fired.

The bullet shot out of the gun. Flying towards the speaker.

"We will bring justice to all I tell you! We are guardians of the light which will protect everyone! We are justice! We have mor-" He was cut off before he could speak any longer. He was killed by a bullet to the head.

Like the previous victim.

I rummaged around quickly, only finding one thing that could be of use: smoke bombs. I smiled at the thought.

There was only one of them, but one would be enough.

I would have to wait two hours until the next conference began.

Two hours later

I sat up in the box, my hands fixed to my sniper, the moonlight reflecting off of the gun. I sat downwards. Sweat poured off my hands, and the cold air making my hands stick to the sniper, and my clothes stick to my skin. My eyes were starting to tire and my arms started to shake.

I was nervous.

I would perform my last two kills. Then get out. Alive or dead.

My heart rate quickened, my breathing quickened, my eyes darted around in nervousness as my ears tried to listen for the second the conference began. My ears could only hear one thing: my heartbeat.

"Welcome one and all to the conference of a lifetime - as you will see - two of our leaders have died. The two leaders will be in a better place now. We will all try to find the killer. If I die here, my final words shall be this: you can kill the leaders! But you can't kill the spirit!"

A moment of silence.

He expected me to shoot him in the head and kill him.

I'm really not that predictable. I may be a novice of how to fire a gun, but I've already killed two people. I'm purely acting on instinct and knowledge - while limited, allows me to kill.

"You shall all see my be the best person alive! I shall rise to power!"

I stood up, with a shaky, sweaty hand (because of nervousness), I aimed the scope towards the head of the person talking - the third leader.

They would tighten up security for the next one. I was sure. But for this place to die. I must kill all the leaders.

I tried to steady my hand. Eventually I did so.

I pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew, flying towards the speaker's head.

Five seconds later, he was dead.

I only had one left.

The next speaker came out, with comminies of guards around him, they were all armed with guns and dark smiles, deathly intent were present in the eyes of those soldiers.

The guards surrounded the leader. "We shall become victorious!!!" The leader boomed. "We will kill them! WE shall WIN!!"

I knew I couldn't shoot the speaker in the face, my mind raced with all the possibilities that could happen; how I could fail, how I could die, how I could win, succeed and be free. Freedom is all I want. I knew it was risky to use the smoke bomb, as it may alert people to my location.

But I didn't care. I wanted freedom.

I poked my head out of the ,metal box, I carefully but quickly lined up my shot. I had one shot at this.

I threw the bomb.

Ten seconds later: it landed.

I knew it landed because I could hear many people coughing and wheezing. This may knock out some of the guards. I lined up my gun towards the proximate place where the commander would be.

I shot the gun.

I had one final reserve: my magic.

As far as I could see, my bullet missed. I abandoned that pan, as it was like taking shots in the dark, I jumped onto the banister of the shooting box, I then jumped off it. Luckily, I experimented with some of my powers during the nights were I couldn't sleep. I imagined myself as a warrior with two swords, which could kill my enemies and get more deadly the more I killed. I landed, with two blades in my hands. They were made out of red silver and had black running across them. I held them out at my sides, I ran quickly towards the stage, I heard many screams of pain and hurt. I saw many black figures.

They seemed to lock eyes with me.

They ran towards me.

I got my swords out, ready to combat them.

They withdrew their knives, closing in on me.

I let them surround me.

I spun 360 degrees around, knocking many of them to the ground and killing them. I then ran to the stage. As the smoke cleared, I could see my target: the leader.

I slashed towards him, bashing him, trying to corner him. I successfully did so. "We shall win the day!" He roared.

Those were the final words, he said.

I stabbed him in the heart. I'd had enough of his insolence.

Some of the guards got up. From behind me, I could see many guards. I heard guns being taken out of pockets. One guard stood in front of them all.

"Everybody! Seize the killer!" He shouted.

Seconds later, I was being clasped by the guards, they all held me so I couldn't move. "You're going away in two weeks, to a place where no one has escaped." He told me. "You'll wish you were dead when you get there."

They held me in place until I fainted.