The Obsession

Chapter One

Happy Birthday

May 19, 1997


Brad and his twin sister Bren were on decorating detail, while their parents were out and about with their baby brother. Today was little Billy's fifth birthday, and in two hours guests would start arriving for the surprise birthday party. Bren was adding the finishing touches to the boy's cake in the kitchen, while Brad stood on a chair in the living room hanging up a "Happy Birthday" banner. He took this moment to confide in her while the prying ears of their parents were away.

"Bren, I've got to admit...he's starting to freak me out. He gets this look in his eyes when he gets angry that makes me fear for my life sometimes."

She stopped what she was doing immediately and entered the living room, big gray eyes concerned. All three siblings had their father's gray eyes and light brown hair.

"I'm really getting worried about your safety, Brad. From how you've described him in the past I knew he wouldn't take the break-up well." She murmured. A second later she was chewing on her lower lip, a tell-tale sign that she was deeply troubled. The sight tugged painfully at his heart; he hated stressing her out like this.

"It's my own damn fault, really. I went in to this whole thing knowing his past. But I've always had a thing for bad boys, you know? I just had no idea it'd get this /bad/." He replied, face flushed with shame.

"I think you should tell the school counselor. Tell them everything you've told me. Or better yet, tell the police if he's really making you feel in danger."

He wished it was that simple. He really did. But they didn't live in the world his naive twin thought they did.

"I wish I didn't have this bullshit hanging over my head like a storm cloud. Bill's gonna wonder what's wrong with his big bro if I don't force a smile, and pretend to be happy." He grumbled as he stepped down from the chair. Bren quickly moved across the room and embraced her brother; her heart ached for him. He hugged her back tightly, placing a kiss atop her head. "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you, Brenda." He always used her full name when he was emotional. She smiled sadly and squeezed him in return. She was about to reply when suddenly Brad's body tensed up. He felt as still and stiff as a statue. It didn't even seem like he was breathing.

"Brad?"

She pulled away and looked at her twin's face. She was startled by the ashen gray of his face, the expression that of an animal caught in a vehicle's headlights. That dawning moment when it realizes it's life is about to be cut down.

"/Brad?/" She asked more desperate this time, shaking his shoulders tenderly but firmly. Bren noticed he seemed to be staring over her shoulder and turned around.

She gasped instantly and stumbled backward into Brad.

The young man that stood before them was frightful in both appearance and stance. His physical traits combined with a menacing aura made him seem like a demon spat out of hell. The black hoodie cast a shadow over his face pallid face, but Bren could still clearly see his piercing pink eyes. The eyes of an Albino. Brad's ex-boyfriend.

He looked just as psychotic as she always imagined he would, clutching an open switchblade in his right hand. "You, get over here. Now." He ordered, gesturing at Bren. She shook her head and took another step back. Her eyes were glued to the shiny blade.

"Hell, no. Get out before we call the police." She hated how her voice trembled at the end. Guys like this one thrived off of fear, she knew. Brad's ex growled, frustration now a mask on his handsome yet demonic face.

"Look, bitch. I'm not going to rape you or anything. Wrong gender. Now get the fuck over here."

Brad snapped out of his panic-induced daze at the sound of that sharp voice, and grabbed onto Bren protectively. "You're taking this way too far, R-"

"Do I need to remind you that I was star runner for three years in a row? I can be on the both of you bitches faster than you can fucking blink."

The situation was getting ugly fast. Brad was certain someone was going to end up seriously injured during this confrontation. He made a silent vow to himself that his sister would not be that someone. "This is our issue. She has nothing to do with this. Please, just let her go." He implored, giving the other boy a pleading look. Not surprisingly, he was unphased.

In a dark flash, his ex yanked Bren out of his grasp and threw her onto the floor. Before she could sit up he was on her, seated solidly on her stomach. Out of desperation Bren shoved frantically at him, resulting in a slash from the wicked blade on her arm.

Brad was on the other boy in a heartbeat, hands pulling at his shoulders in an attempt to tear him off of his bleeding sister. His ex in return jabbed the still dripping blade into Brad's leg, effectively cutting his rescue attempt short. He fell to the floor gasping, clutching his oozing, wounded leg.

"Brad!" Bren screamed in horror. She had no idea how fatal her brother's wound was, she only knew the asshole above her stabbed him somewhere, and the not knowing drove her into a frenzied, kicking and bucking fit. The Albino boy backhanded her with another growl, temporarily stunning her. He took this opportunity to press the blade to her throat, eyes glittering and hard like rubies.

"Now stay the fuck still. Damn, you're an annoying cunt." Remembering Brad on the floor behind him he added, "And you stay put back there, motherfucker. Or I'll cut her throat open." Usually Brad acquiescenced to his every desire, and this flare of rebellion was starting to piss him off. Bren was glaring at him silently, but the fire burning in her stare spoke well enough. The teen on top of her scoffed, thinking that even if she was a dude, and a hot one at that, he still wouldn't mess with her. The feisty ones were too much hassle in his opinion.

"I'm going to ask you a couple of questions. I want you to answer honestly, of course. I'll also let you know that I'm a natural lie detector." He stated, pressing the blade further into her flesh as a reminder of his upper hand. She remained silent; her eyes continued to blaze.

"Do you know what my name is? Yes or no?" To Bren it seemed like he already knew the answer - just wanted some sort of confirmation. "Yes." She whispered reluctantly. His eyes narrowed.

"How much do you know?"

Bren was a smart girl. She didn't bother asking what he was talking about. She already knew. "I know everything." Her anger gave her the courage to look him straight in the eye as she spoke. The boy shook his head and tsk'd sarcastically, "Well, that I'm sorry to say, is very unfortunate for you."

He snapped her neck so fast that Bren died with a look of surprise still on her face. Behind them Brad was in shock. When the disbelief and horror subsided and rage took over a moment later, Brad surged forward with an angry cry. He brought his ex down to the floor and started punching him all over; anywhere his fist could make impact. It took a moment of this, furious as he was, to realize that his hits were having very little effect on the teen beneath him. In fact, the other boy was simply looking up at him. Amused.

"You always were a weak little pussy, Lee."

He prefered to call Brad "Lee", since his full name was Bradley and everyone else called him "Brad". To be different. Always to be different.

"Speaking of pussy, did you really think I was going to let another guy have yours? When it was me who popped that sweet little hole? Dream on, bitch." He laughed.

Brad scowled in disgust through his tears. "You not getting anything from me anymore, bastard. Your ass is going to rot in prison."

The other boy just smirked darkly. "Not before you rot in hell." He didn't give Brad a chance to retort. With a heavy right fist he clocked the boy on top of him alongside his head. Brad was unconscious before he hit the ground.

With the sister out of the way and Brad knocked out on the floor, the Albino teen felt a sinister glee take over. He couldn't stop smiling. Finally, he was going to have his revenge on his sluttish ex-boyfriend that had the gall to break-up with him. The next hour, he knew, was going to be the greatest hour of his life.