He stood there, his body twitching madly. A strange, unsettling grin was plastered on his face, and the muffled yells his bound twin gave were certainly off putting. Few words from the bound twin could be made out, but many sounded like pleas or desperate cries for help.

The other twin, arms now clasped behind his back, let out a bark of laughter. "You thought I was the weak one?" The voice was a mix of different octaves, clashing together to sound like a glitch that some computer would produce. One arm moved from its spot behind his back, grabbing the other's brown hair and running it through his fingers.

He retracted his hand for a moment, before swinging it back and hitting the bound twin's face with a sound that echoed throughout the room. The pain sent him to the floor with a yelp, wriggling around for a moment as an attempt to get away. The movement stopped with a well placed kick.

The other twin threw his head back and cackled, octaves clashing. "He was the weak one!" His hand returned to his back, reappearing a second later clutching a pocketknife. His grin widened as his twin's blue eyes widened, sending shivers down your spine.

He grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking up the bound twin into a sitting position before pulling it up harshly to expose the other's pale throat. The other let out muffled pleas and whimpers, glancing in your direction as the knife was placed against the exposed flesh. The other twin, the one holding the knife, leaned down and whispered something in the other's ear before running the knife across his throat, making a neat slice on his neck.

Blue eyes widened as blood flowed freely from the fatal gash, one last muffled scream filling the room before they fell still, hitting the soaked ground when the other's hand released it's tight grip on the brown hair. Two pairs of eyes stared at the body for a while, one full of shock, the other filled with a varying range of happiness and confusion.

Until a swift kick sent the body flying across the room, the blood splattering everywhere. The living twin let out more laughter, his eyes never straying from the still, bloodied heap. "His body was weak!"

He finally turned to you, a sick grin stretched across his face; his eyes dancing with twisted joy. "You could have stopped me, but you just watched," here he paused, shooting a glance at the body, nose shriveling in disgust as he gestured towards it, "as this happened!"