Vampires / 'Til Death Do Us Part / Siblings
Tw: VIOLENCE GRAPHIC GORE BLOOD CANNIBALISM ETC
“Matthew! Matthew! Where are you? Come on stop hiding, it can't be that bad. It's been a whole month bro!"
Alfred, the younger brother of newly augmented soldier Matthew yelled while searching through his eldest brother's seemingly empty house. Unnaturally quiet and still it was, even though Matthew may have not been the most talkative person ever, he had always kept in contact with his family. Whether that was him, his father or any other of his innumerable siblings he was always in contact. Especially after something had happened
Yet it had been a month since he had been chosen by the government to become part of a new starting force of special soldiers, The Augments, they were to be stronger than regular people, even stronger than the soldiers, and tended to be more morally ambiguous than regular soldiers. Well at least that was what Alfred gathered from his research but who knows how accurate the information was, especially knowing the harsh censorship laws. But above all, he was scared that his kind, caring older brother had received any unpleasant side effects, Matthew had always been far too proficient at hiding his own misery, his early years as part of the form working class had led to him downplaying his own injury, especially from his so-called father, a somewhat wealthy government man, who had been laden with children from a multitude of classes and birthing levels, mainly just to experiment with the mixing of classes that hadn't interacted in decades, and it seemed to work just fine.
Matthew from the agricultural sector, Jack from fuel, Elanor from policing, and Alfred himself was a part of the more elite science-based sector, and all his studies had led him to figure out that something was wrong, he hadn't spent so long analysing his siblings for him to not.
Their father, being in a position of relative power tried to stop his oldest son from being experimented on. He may have not been the kindest or most loving person, but as a part of the government it would be the death of him if he was, but he would fight tooth and nail for them, even if they weren't technically his own.
The thing was, was that he had done just that, and Arthur had to be taken by the secret police, only Elanor pulling some strings got him out within a week, and even that much time had rendered such a proud man into a blubbering mess
At that moment he didn't understand why on earth his father would be so scared, after all this was a tried and tested medical procedure, everyone had said so, including his professors and the books.
As it turns out, this was a rather experimental procedure, and Matthew was one of the first test subjects chosen, due to his physical attributes as well as his mental ones, the government had all of this in their database and Matthew was an ideal candidate. He was tall and strong, to begin with, and he already knew how to use many types of sharp objects, as well as being quite physically capable yet he was mild-mannered and passive to a fault.
They hoped that augmenting what they thought were simpler people would lessen the risk of them becoming violent and deranged.
Alfred checked all the doors of the house to see if his brother was in any of them and grew increasingly apprehensive as each search turned up empty, the food and produce he had in his fridge had started to rot increasing his concerns to an alarming level, Matthew would never let this happen.
He called out his name one last time "MATTHEW!" this time with a lot more urgency and a twinge of fear that he tried his hardest to hide.
When no response came Alfred was just about ready to leg it out of the house screaming, or at the very least wanting to bring back up, when he heard a doorknob, from the basement no less.
He had watched enough horror movies to know that that was most likely not a good thing, but it had not been the first time that one of his family members had gotten themselves locked into one of their own rooms and not been able to come out, therefore he approached the door and opened it after locating the key.
The first thing that hit him was the stench, the putrid smell of human excrement coupled with the metallic scent of dried blood and other foul smells he couldn't place, a single step over the threshold and onto the stairway, still slick with...something, yielded nothing, so he descended apprehensively into the warm, sticky darkness.
When his foot finally made contact with the cold cement floor, the resulting tap echoed through the basement for a moment too long.
"A-Alfred help m- YOU SHALL DIE FOR YOUR IGNORANCE!"
The blue-eyed man ran for his life, away from his seemingly possessed brother.
He had conveniently forgotten how Matthew, now being an Augment, was much stronger and faster than him and overpowered him with no great difficulty, even in this form, he looked frail, his eyes and cheeks sunken into his face, paler than ever from the length of time spent in complete darkness.
Matthew seemed to be breathing with great difficulty as his chest forcibly rose up and down, his long blond hair matted with some thick dark brown substance that looked alarmingly like blood and his normally calm dark blue eyes seemingly glowed with such a vigorous intensity that they looked purple, pupils just a speck of black, and a smile that showed too many teeth
He had an axe, and was wielding it dangerously, if Jack had done that Matthew would have smacked him upside the head, and slowly mutilated his brother, some limb at a time, humming all the while. Cutting off the tips of fingers first, quickly and cleanly slicing it off till the bone was visible, then he moved on to the hand, dismembering it efficiently. The legs were next, slicing partially through his femur the first time, and completely through on the second swing, the screams were so pretty, he wanted more of them.
More and more he was dismembered, clean slices giving way to pulsating flesh, bleeding out on the filthy floor, now slick with Alfred's numerous bodily fluids, not stopping screaming all the while, screaming, screaming, screaming until he could scarcely take in another breath.
In his last few moments of consciousness, he saw hazy flashes of blood smeared all over the walls and ground, a carcass in the corner of some poor animal and another axe, still bloodied and driven deep inside, he saw the smiling face of his sweet, sweet brother standing over him, and then nothing.
The final thing he heard was something only a man possessed could sing
"Hush little baby don't you cry, or I'll stab you in the eye,
Watch as you drown in tears of blood,
Then I will eat your flesh it'll taste so good,
Then maybe I'll try to die
After all the world doesn't need me, right?"
He finished off his brother's life with a swift blow to the ribs, hearing them crack and seeing the blood spurt out of the injury, the heart stopped beating almost immediately, and seeing those cold, dead eyes of his brother just tickled him pink, giggling like a small child he dug through the carcass of his beloved younger brother, one that kept him constantly on his toes; for better or for the worse, who always kept him company despite being so different from him, and found his heart.
Raw and still warm with blood desperately trying to pump through.
Placing the heart neatly to the side of the mangled body of his brother, almost unidentifiable now, he mumbled, still giggling all the while "Father always said that fate would never separate us."
And plunged the knife in his own heart.
