Two Brothers, Two Secrets, One Shocking Awakening to a World of Deception and Mystery

When I woke the next morning, a wave of terror overtook me. It suddenly came, like an electric shock and froze me in place. My muscles turned to stone. Every pore of my body gushed sweat, and my legs began to tremble. My best friend Noah was dead. Not just him a woman was lying beside him. I held my breath and listened, but I couldn't hear a thing. The pounding of my own heart reverberated in my ears with such force I couldn't even hear my bedroom door open. The door was opened by a slim young man with short hair and extremely regular features. He was possibly the handsomest man I have ever seen in my life. But even more than his features, what caught my eye was his clothing. He wore a shirt of almost painful whiteness and a deep green necktie with a fine pattern. Not only was the necktie itself stylish, but it even had the perfect knot, every twist and dip exactly as one might see in a men's fashion magazine. His pants were dark gray, and he had worn black loafers. Everything looked brand new, as if he had just put it on for the first time a few minutes before. He was somewhat shorter than I. The hint of a smile played about his lips as if he had just heard a joke and was smiling now in the most natural way. I took a deep breath. Here I was in my room with two dead bodies. The air in the room was chilling and smelled of the dead body corpse. I began to explain the situation, but he gave his head a slight shake to signal that it was unnecessary for me to say anything. Holding the door open inward, he ushered me into the hallway, and after a quick glance at Noah, he closed the door, saying nothing all the while. He looked at me with crimson red eyes narrowed as if to apologize. I was now standing in my living room. We were met by a man wearing green sunglasses. The young man gestured me to take a seat. As soon as I sat down he removed them and stared at the lenses for a while and then he put them back on. He wore what looked like a brand new white polo shirt under a navy cotton sports coat. There was a glass of iced tea on the table in front of him, but he had apparently not touched it his drink yet. No one said anything. The man appeared not to have even notice that I had arrived. The young man behind me made little throat clearing sounds as if testing a microphone but still he said nothing.
The man was the first one to speak. “I have very little time to spare, so let's make this as simple and straightforward as possible.”
“Make what as simple and straightforward as possible? “I asked straightforwardly.
At last the man took off his sunglasses, folded them, placed them on the table, and looked directly at me. His eyes were red just like mine and the young man, but his gave off this murders intent aura. As he gazed me in my eyes it felt as he was looking into my mind, mentally raping every thought that ever pop into my mind. After a few seconds that felt like days the man started to grin. “Are you afraid of me? “The man asked.
“No, “I said.
His grin began to slowly turn into a smile as if someone had told a joke. “Good, I would hate if you were weak. I've been watching you since the day of your awakening like father asked.” The man said, while picking up his untouched iced tea.
“You know my father? “I asked. The man took a long sip of his drink before he decided to speak.
“I shouldn't be so surprise you don't know anything. As I recall your mother was never one to share secrets. But if you still can't tell by now from our red eyes, the three of us are brothers. I am your eldest brother Aeron, and the one behind you is Eden.” He showed no sign of lying. I watched him sitting there and said nothing. “I’m sure this is quite a shock to you. Finding your friends dead and finding out you have brothers. I'm not here to do you any harm believe me. So you don't have to look at me that way. I'm just here to help my baby brother.”
Unlike Eden I couldn't read Aeron; he was too perfect to be called a human. “Do you mind if I smoke?” He asked. “I was trying not to before, but sitting here and talking like this without a cigarette is like torture.” Finding it hard to speak, I simply nodded. Aeron took a filtered cigarette peace from his pocket, and place it between his lips, and made a loud, dry scratching sound as he lit it with the match. He sucked the smoke into his lungs with obvious pleasure. Each long puff made

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