Rayne [DEAD]

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Except not really because my sona is a baby...

She was dead when they found her.



Lying broken and bloody and torn to pieces on the floor, her beatuiful hair stained and crusted and her eyes vacant. What was left of their shared heart plummeted and broke at the sight of her. "Poison!" They yelled in unison, going from standing shocked in the doorway to skidding to their knees at her side. "Poison!" Cain cried desperately, grabbing her face and shaking it as if she was merely asleep and needed to be roused. "Poison, hey, hey wake up!"



"Rayne." Abel whined, hands trying to find a part of her body to rest on that wasn't bloody. "No, no no no please." The boy whimpered, fingers clenching in her red stained clothes. What wounds she had had already stopped bleeding. Her body was cold and her head wasn't attached and even they knew what that meant.



If they knew anything it was death after all.



"Cain." Abel forced out, tears already slipping down his cheeks. "Cain she's-"



"Don't say it." Cain snapped back, fingers tightening on her face, looking at her eyes, her hair, anything that wasn't her empty mouth and broken body and the way her head wasn't attached to the rest of her. "She's going to be fine Abel don't you fucking say it."



A noise like a sob left Abel and he hunched over, eyes squeezing shut. "She's not though." He said, hands shaking and throat tight. "She's, Cain shes-" even though he knew he needed to, he couldn't force himself to say the last word. Cain needed to hear it but he didn't want to say it, didn't want this to be real anymore then his twin did.



Cain whined then, eyes hot as he glared down at the woman they'd come to love so much. She was always mean, never wanted to play with them or talk to them but, but that didn't matter because she was Poison. She was their Poison so she, she couldn't be- "No." Cain groaned dropping his head down to press their foreheads together as a soft sob wracked his body. "Abel, don't, please don't say it."



"Cain," Abel said, crying quietly as he fought to ignore the smell of iron and poison and the way it clogged his nose and his senses. "She's, she's gone." He finally managed, the last two words coming out in a rush because otherwise he wouldn't be able to say them at all. "She's gone she's gone she's gone-"



"Stop it!" Cain yelled straightening and glaring death at his twin. He tackled the ponytailed boy, sending them halfway across the room as he shook his brother hard. "Shut up," he shouted, hot tears falling on to Abel, "shut up I hate you I hate this she isn't-"



Before he could get any further he was punched hard in the face, and Abel was shoving him onto his back. "Shut the hell up!" The other boy snapped, glaring at his now shocked twin. "You think I'm happy? You think I want her to be, she's," his anger drained quickly and he dropped his face into Cain's chest with a sob. "She's dead." He whimpered and Cain knew this, knew comforting Abel like the back of his hand so he wrapped his arms around him and squeezed hard enough to make them both ache.



"M' sorry." He choked into his twins hair. "M' sorry Abel I love you I promise i'm sorry."



"Idiot." Abel said, the word muffled in his brothers skin. "Not mad at you."



"I know." Cain sighed, turning hesitantly to look at Rayne's body. And then anger was pooling again, pooling hot and insistant inside of him until he was clutching Abel tighted and growling. "Whoever did this is gonna die."



This seemed to catch Abel's attention, distract him from the pain of finding Rayne like this because an answering growl met his. Just as, if not more vicious then his twins. "Yeah," he said, sitting up and staring down at Cain with a wild, dangerous look that Cain was sure matched his own. "They are."