Part 2Born Bad: The Twin's Revenge

I carried Jacob’s body back to our run-down apartment. I boiled water and cleaned him, wiping away the blood and grime. I pulled the nail out of his eye.

I sat there from dusk until dawn, staring at the five names scrawled at the bottom of that bloodied note.

My hit list.

I needed a plan. But before I could even formulate one, a rat scurried into my trap.

Late that night, a window creaked open. Someone was breaking in.

It was one of them. Doug. He probably went back to the factory, saw the body was gone, and panicked.

"Shit," he whispered, tripping over a bottle. "Did the retard actually die? That was scary as hell. Whatever, even if he croaked, I'm a minor. Can't touch me."

He turned on his flashlight and screamed.

I was sitting in the corner, staring right at him with wolf eyes.

"Jacob?!" Doug fell on his ass, scrambling backward. "You—you’re alive? You freak, don't scare me like that or I'll beat you again!"

I stood up and flicked the light switch.

Doug paused. "Who are you? You... you're not Jacob."

I smirked. "Smart kid. You can tell us apart even with identical faces."

"Jacob's eye is messed up," Doug stammered, realizing his mistake too late. "You... are you his brother?"

I didn't answer. I kicked him in the chest.

I’m stronger than the average person. Doug flew back, coughing up blood.

He crawled backward until his hand touched something cold. Jacob’s body.

He screamed like a banshee.

I squatted down in front of him. "As you can see, my brother is dead."

I slapped his sweaty face with an icy hand. "You killed him. Now, how should I punish you?"

I beat him until his face was unrecognizable. He broke.

"Please! Stop! It wasn't me! Chloe stabbed his eye! Trent broke his legs! Gavin broke his fingers! I just... I just tricked him into going there!"

Four names. The list had five.

"Who is Henderson?" I asked, squeezing his throat.

"Henderson... cough... he's our guidance counselor... and homeroom teacher!"

My blood ran cold. The teacher was in on it?

I didn't kill Doug. Not yet. I needed him.

I dragged him to the basement and threw him down the stairs. Then I carried Jacob’s body down and laid it next to him.

"No! Don't leave me with a corpse! Help!"

He was too loud. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and went back down.

I sliced the corners of his mouth and used the handle to smash his front teeth out, one by one.

"Quiet," I whispered.

He passed out from the pain. I locked the door. Let him rot with the guilt and the ghost.

I went upstairs, found Jacob’s spare uniform, and cut my hair to match his.

The next morning, I walked into the high school as Jacob.