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"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it.." Patrick rocked back and forth, chanting to himself, quietly. Zuko was asleep beside him, in their shared bed. Father was hitting mother again.

Both boys wanted nothing more than for it to stop. The era they belong to has no one else to care for them. Each day is a chore to survive. It wasn't just their mother who had fresh bruses, daily.

A loud crash, and mother hitting the floor with a loud grunt. Zuko sat up, and looked to his rocking, chanting brother. "Pat, what's going on? I heard a noise.." Patrick looked to his brother with empty eyes, almost souless, but tears painted his face.

"H-he's beating her again. H-he came back from the inn, and that's all I remember, before he started to.. Oh, god!" Patrick clasped his fore-paws over his head, and looked down.

"He started hitting her worse than he usually does!" Zuko looked at Patrick with intense fear, starting to shake. Still in something of a daze, but quickly becoming aware of the situation at hand. A loud scream could be heard from mother, then silence.

Chuckling could be heard, as fleshy, wet sounds echoed through the house. Soon, footsteps were heard coming towards Patrick, and Zuko's room. "Quick Zuko, get under the bed.." Zuko looked up at his twin brother in a panick.

"Why brother? What're you going to do?" Patrick looked him in the eyes as he had never done before. "I'm going to kill father, and end mother's suffering.

Zuko did as he was told, and hid under the bed. The bedroom door slammed open, and father stepped forth with shadow over his form. "I smell blood on you, father." Said patrick, in a deadpan tone. "Where's mother, father?"

Father said nothing. He simply raised his fist, and struck Patrick for speaking. "Leave my brother alone!" Screamed Zuko, who launched out from under the bed, gripping, and biting into father's ankle.

Father tipped over, and wailed in pain as kanines sank into his flesh. As father hit the floor, Patrick was upon him with a knife he had stolen from a neighbor. Patrick straddled father's belly, and drove the blade into his chest, repeatedly. Slowly, Patrick formed a smile upon his face as the sounds of ripping flesh filled the air, with the smell of more blood.

Patrick noticed that father still had an expression upon his face. He ripped the dulling knife from father's chest, and began to stab as hard as he could, into father's face. Soon, father was unrecognizeable. Skull smashed, teeth broken, blood everywhere.

Patrick wreaked of the stuff. Zuko retreated back under the bed in both shock, and fear. Patrick looked back to him. "You need to take revenge upon him too, brother." Patrick spoke with a soft smile, and chuckle, as if nothing was wrong any more.

Zuko slowly came out from under the bed, and Patrick stepped off of father. He handed the blade to his brother. Zuko undid father's pants, and dropped them, revealing yet another device of mother's tortured soul. With a gulp, he reached out, knife in shaking paw, and began to do as his brother demonstrated, not too long ago.

Stabbing repeatedly into father's penis, and testicles. The stabbing became so feirce, that father's pubic bone broke under the pressure. Zuko began to laugh uncontrollably, and yet tears ran down his face. Thunder roared outside, but it did not stop, or startle either boy.

Zuko stopped, and looked up at father's left wrist. Reaching out with the now jaggad, dull blade, he slit the left wrist. Messy, ripping flesh was the only sound in the room now. Zuko offered the blade back to Patrick.

"Here brother, take his other hand. We need to destroy every part of him, that brought pain, or fear into our lives." The look on Zuko's face was one of empty happiness. Patrick took the blade, and began to saw into father's untouched flesh.

Soon, all that remained was showing bone, and torn, bleeding flesh on either side. Lightning struck, showing off father to them. Both boys stood back in horror. Not from what they had done, but from the sheer sight of it.

They had their revenge, but the mess would be scarred into their minds for some time. Patrick took Zuko by the wrist, and lead him into the dining room where mother was. She laid limp upon the floor. "Mother, we've dispatched father.."

Zuko stepped forth, and then knelt down. Reaching out with both paws, he shook mother. "Father's gone now, we don't have to be afraid any more." Zuko's shaking caused mother to roll over, showing that her face had been removed, and throat slit.

Both boys recoiled in horror, falling over bits of wrecked furnature. Crawling back away from the sight that they beheld. Lightning struck the roof of their house, setting it ablaze. The dry hay caught fast, and spread wildly.

Patrick grabbed Zuko, and fled the house. They stood outside, drenched in blood. Their expressions were gone. Almost as if they themselves were lifeless, but alive.

They held paws as they watched their home burn to the ground. The smell of their parents burning made their stomachs rumble. Zuko looked to Patrick. "Patrick, th-they smell so good." Zuko recieved a look of shame.

"Don't say such things! That's the smell of a monster, and our mother in there!" Zuko sulked, and clasped his gut with his free paw. "Brother, it's been so long since either of us ate a decent meal. The last good thing we had, we had to hide from father, and pretend to be hungry."

Patrick smiled to Zuko lovingly. "We will get something nice to eat, don't worry. I'm sure there's something left in the garbage at Christoph's house." Zuko's face lit up, and they both skipped away with more happiness than they had felt in some years.

How ever, both boys faces drooled with tears. They arrived at Christoph's home, and began to rummage through the garbage. They were nearly just skin and bone, and looked haggard. A torch lit the doorway, and a look of horror covered Cristoph's mother's face.

She shrieked, which brought Christoph's father to the door, sword in paw. After seeing what his wife had screamed over, he gave chase, swinging his blade. "Out! Get out of here!"

Both boys fled, as rain began to pour harder, than it had all season. The once dirt road became muddy. It wasn't long before adult men with torches, weapons, and horses were after them. The mob saw the boy's house, and thought that they had slaughtered their parents.

Crossbow bolts hurled through the air, striking both boys at least once in the back, dropping them down a hill. The mob came to the side of the hill, but couldn't see the boys any more. "There's no way they could have survived that fall with bolts in their flesh. Let's go see what we can do about the mess.."

Both boys laid at the bottom of the hill, battered, and bleeding. Holding onto one another's fore-paws, they looked to one another with lifeless expressions. Zuko spoke, "brother, are we dying?" Patrick blinked and tilted his head. "I don't think so.

I don't think this is what death would feel like, if we were dying." Zuko nodded, "but patrick, I can't move." Patrick smiled some. "We will be fine, we just need to remain calm for a while.

I heard the doctor in town talking to a customer about how to treat shock. Apparently it's a new thing, and we just need to remain still." Zuko began to cry, his face changing to one of absolute sorrow, and loss. "Mo-mother's gone, Patrick! She's gone, and she's not coming back!"

No sooner than he said that, Patrick joined Zuko in sobbing at the bottom of the hill. Unfortunately for them both, their cries were drowned out by howling winds, which chilled them to the bone.