Warning: This chapter contains scenes that might be upsetting for some readers. Read at your own risk.
It's eight p.m. Everything is dark, the moon is at its peak, and there are no signs of humans in the streets.
Near the streets, there's a small, rugged creepy house. It's far from town, so people don't usually notice this house. It is surrounded by enormous pine trees, grassy lands, and black ravens.
Some people believe that ghosts live in that house because the people who tried to enter that house died.
A few minutes later, footsteps are heard approaching that house. There are twins, carrying big black plastics each.
"Do we really have to do this? What if someone saw us?"
"Shh, it'll be fine. They'll be dead when the morning comes. No one will discover about us unless we keep them dead."
They went inside the house removed their upper clothes. Sweat was flowing through their body.
They opened the first plastic and brought out an unconscious teenage girl. She has long black hair and wearing a school uniform. The left side of her head is bleeding, blood is flowing all over her face.
"Help me here, Zayn. Put her inside the room." The other twin commanded his twin, who was wearing a circle-shaped thick eyeglass.
"What? In the room? What if she wakes up and sees those?" The twin with glasses, named Zayn, frantically replied.
"Then let her. Those will be the last things she would see before she dies, wouldn't it be nice?" 
"Kayn, if this goes wrong, we're doomed," Zayn responded and continued to carry the girl's body in his arms. He proceeded to place her in the room.
"Hmm, okay, what about you?" The other twin, Kayn, placed his left hand in his neck and scratched it.
He opened the other plastic bag and pulled a guy's body, who is also bleeding his head and wearing a jersey for athletes playing soccer.
He held the guy's face and positioned him in a sitting position.
"You're good-looking, but I should say sorry to your lovely face because it will be ruined later. I didn't know a psychopath would catch feelings for someone like you." Kayn uttered silently while combing the unconscious boy's hair upwards using his fingers.
"Anyway, I want to tell you that I'm obsessed with your girlfriend, Bella. Do you know how many pictures of her I have? There's a ton! I know every single detail about her body. Some of those pictures even include you in the frame, and I get terribly annoyed." Kayn continued.
The guy wearing a jersey flinched his head and slightly opened his eyes.
He looked directly at the person holding his face.
"What did you do to Bella?" He said in a tired and painful voice.
"She's in the room. I don't know what my brother is doing with her right now." Kayn replied and smirked at him.
"I heard everything you said. How dare you do that to Bella?! You pervert!" The other guy screamed in pain and aimed to punch Kayn's face, but Kayn dodged the attack in an instant.
Kayn stood up and kicked the other guy in the stomach multiple times. Poor boy vomited blood.
Kayn laughed and laughed while kicking the helpless guy.
"This is what I will tell you, Jameson. You won't know a mind of a psychopath, so better avoid them while you still can. But you didn't, so you'll end up dying at this point." Kayn uttered while acting anxious and laughed again.
The other guy, Jameson, fell lying on the floor with blood all over his mouth and lips.
"Ah, poor guy. Stay there. I'll go check my brother." 
Kayn stretched his arms and went into the room where his brother, Zayn, placed the girl a while ago.
He opened the door and was startled by what he saw.
The girl was sitting above his brother, Zayn, on the bed.
Zayn was screaming in intense pain. His face is covered totally with blood.
She was holding a blade and removed Zayn's eyes.
"Do you want your brother's eyes?" She said as Kayn came inside the room and showed him her right palm-full of blood with two eyeballs.
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[ Belladonna's Point of View ]
My head is so painful. You freaking weirdo, you'll pay for this.
I moved my head left and right and slowly opened my eyes. I'm lying in a big white bed.
I glanced at my side and saw the other twin, who wore eyeglasses. He wasn't wearing anything in his upper body and was smiling while staring at me.
"Why am I here?" I asked him and forced myself to sit down even if my head hurts so much. I winced in pain and held my head.
"Hmm, I don't know, but what I'm sure of is that you will die before the sun rises tomorrow." He responded and crawled to come closer to me.
No, I won't die.
"Are you okay? Bella? We're sorry you have to be hurt like that. It's your fault." He gently caressed my hair and held the lump in my head where his twin brother struck me with a metal broom.
I shoved his hands off me and glared at him. His smiling face turned dull.
"I have something to show you." He moved away from me and went down to the bed. He went to the other side of the room and held a big hanged red curtain.
He turned to me and smirked. He pulled the curtain, and it fell to the floor. I stared at the wall, and it was full of pictures.
I moved closer to see it clearly, and it's full of pictures of different ladies! Some of the ladies here were my two dead classmates, and there were younger girls, and there's me...
Stuck in the wall were these captured pictures of this twin. My photos here are a lot more compared to the images of the other girls.
I glanced through it one by one and was disgusted by everything. There were pictures of me at home, at school, at the mall, at the bathroom, at the balcony, everywhere in different angles!
I felt like I would explode right now and looked at this guy standing beside me.
"Why are you looking at me? Do you want those pictures? See, you look so beautiful in every angle." I stared at him and smiled.
"Come with me on the bed," I told him sweetly.
I went back immediately to the bed and sat down. This guy behind me followed me.
"Lie down here," I commanded and patted the pillow.
He was like a tamed dog and just obeyed what I said. 
I sat above him and lowered my face to his. I removed his glasses and stared at his eyes.
"You have beautiful eyes," I told him softly while racing my fingers through his face.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"I'm Zayn. My twin brother is Kayn." He replied while smiling at me.
He suddenly placed his hands on my waist.
"What are we gonna do?" He asked and pulled me even closer.
"Just watch if you still can use your eyes," I replied and smiled at him.
His face turned so confused, and he squinted his eyebrows.
I held the pocket knife in my skirt pocket and smiled at him for the last time.
"Say goodbye to your eyes, pervert!" I stabbed his eyes, and blood sprinkled all over the place.
He screamed in pain and asked help from his twin brother, but this room was soundproof. No one can hear him.
I stopped stabbing him and removed his eyeballs. 
Soon enough, I heard someone opening the door. I smirked and looked in that direction. I saw his twin brother, Kayn, who just stood there while staring at us, frozen.
"Do you want your brother's eyes?" I asked him and showed him my palm holding his brother's eyeballs.
He stared at my hands for a while, and his face was fuming in anger. His eyes were also about to shed tears. What a crybaby.
He clenched his fists and rushed towards me. He pushed me to the wall and held my collar while choking me.
"What did you do to Zayn's eyes!" He shouted right at my face, with saliva drizzling all over my face.
I held tightly at the eyeballs and pressed them in his face even if I couldn't breathe properly. The eyeballs eventually popped on his face.
He let go his hands of me and held his face. I ran immediately outside of the room and looked for Jameson. I looked around the house, and I saw him lying on the floor while coughing blood.
I immediately approached and lifted his face. 
"Let's go, Jameson. Everything will be alright." I told him and helped him stand up.
"You think you could just go after all of this!" I heard a rough and loud voice behind me.
I didn't look back and just proceeded to help Jameson stand.
"Hey, Bella! Look at me!" 
I looked behind me and saw Kayn pointing a gun at me.
Pathetic, so this is how it felt when I pointed guns at people?
I felt my heart race. It was my first time to feel my heartbeat this fast.
I know what I am feeling right now. I feel fear. 
Fear of the thought that he might pull the trigger and a bullet would penetrate through my chest.
I can't die. I don't want to die.
I must survive.
I stood up straight and faced him.
"You know why parents leave their children alone?" I dodged him a question, and his expression changed. 
His hands were shaking, and a tear fell from his eyes.
"Because children like you are not deserving of love," I uttered while walking towards him.
"Your parents won't love a psychopath." 
He dropped his gun and fell on his knees, crying.
"Psychopaths like you and me, nobody will ever love us." I continued and smirked at him.
"No one will ever love you. Do you know what you deserve? You deserve to die." I stood right in front of him while he was crying on his knees.
I held my pocket knife covered with blood and was about to stab him, but I felt a hand stopping me from doing it.
"Bella, let's go," Jameson mumbled in pain while blood still kept coming out his mouth and held my wrist.
I looked at him and closed the pocket knife I was holding. 
"Okay." I just replied and helped him walk.  
We reached the door of the house, but I heard a sound of a gun behind us.
No.
I looked around immediately, and Kayn pointed the gun at Jameson. 
"STOP!" I screamed my lungs out, but it was late. I was about to dodge the bullet, but everything happened so fast.
I looked at Jameson beside me. His eyes widened, and he looked at me.
He fell down the floor and gasped for air.
I knelt down to help him, but I didn't know what to do. I can feel tears coming out of my eyes.
Why am I feeling this?
I pulled my hair out of frustration, but Jameson placed his hands on my face.
"Bella, I love you." He muttered and smiled at me.
I looked at him and held his hands. 
My eyesight went blurry because of tears, I saw his eyes closed, and his hands fell from my face.
No... Don't... Leave me...