Fractured

[Shiko Hayashi]

Author's Notes

Hey guys. I've been thinking about this idea for a long time, and when I saw a few pieces of the movie 'Boondock Saints' last night, I decided now would be the best time to get writing.

This story is basically about two twin brothers. Together, the two fall under a prophecy that slowly begins to try and tear them apart. But through sheer willpower, and the strength of friends and brotherhood, the two strive to keep together.

There's more to it, but this is a sort of flow and go story. Doesn't have a set plot quite yet. I'll edit this area often and let you know what's happening for anyone who wishes to start reading.
As for up dates, I won't make any promises. I'll try to get one every Friday, or at least a few every weekend. But like I said, I make no promises.

All right guys. Let's get this show started.

[Shiko Hayashi]

It was a cold morning as Leander walked through the many aisles of his library. His eyes searched hungrily for a certain book, his face grim and his clothes ragged and crinkled. He walked down the darkest aisle in the back, the books blocked from prying hands by a set of crossed bars. He unlocked the door and he carefully selected one tome from the shelf. He locked it back up and, returning to the center of the library where the tables and chairs resided, he sat down and set it on the table. He stared at it for a few minutes, his hands hesitating over the cover. Finally, he took a deep breath, and opened it.

Dust flew in all directions as the cover thumped to the table, his hands skimming over the ancient pages with a tremble. Then he paused over one chapter. Flipping to it, he began to read.

"For a thousand years, the prophecy of the brothers has passed down through the generations. Two brothers, bonded by identical lives and a mark upon their hand, are created through the love of a mother and father. As the ages go by, these two brothers grow stronger in body and mind. When the time is ripe, they will either reek havoc upon the world that raised them, or save it from the one destruction that can destroy it. These two brothers are the Saints, the demon hunters..."

Leander paused in his reading. Slowly, he reached up and touched a small marking on the back of his hand. It was a triangle, with two circles at the lower corners. Running straight down the symbol was a scar. Leander's eyes grew infinitely sad and he rubbed his temples, as if a pain had struck him. He shook his head and closed the book, leaving it on the table as he got up. He went to a window seat of the library and looked out, the source of the cold weather evident upon the sill. A light snow fell from the sky.

"Every 100 years..." Leander muttered. He sighed and closed the curtains.
Outside, unbeknown to him, the snow has slowly turned red as the sun rose, bleeding it's red rays across the horizon.

[Shiko Hayashi]

Are you Afraid?


Gray glanced over at his twin, his black hair hanging in his eyes. He brushed it away unconsciously, years of repetition making the movement unnoticed by his conscious mind. His sharp ice blue eyes glittered dangerously as he set the oil down on the floor of the school, positioning it so it led a small trail from the entrance of the classroom to the side of the lockers. Dorian shifted, glancing at his brother and grinning as well.
They had decided that, since they would be having a new substitute teacher for their tenth grade class, that they should welcome him with open arms. And perhaps a little mischievousness. Dorian carefully closed the door, making sure the lock was in place, and he turned to his brother. "Trap number two set. What about trap 1?" He asked, stepping towards his brother. Gray smiled, putting up a thumbs up. "All good over here!" He whispered. The two twins stood side by side, staring at their handiwork. The resemblance was eerie. Having picked up the habit of dressing the exact same, the two had on a black shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Their black hair hair, equal in length, made their ice blue eyes stand out. With pale skin, and tall, wiry bodies, the two were identical in every sense but one. Personality.

The two left the school, smiling at the prospect of tomorrow. Hopefully, if they arrived early, they would be able to see the fall of their new teacher. Dorian looked at his brother, unbeknown to Gray. His smiled softened slightly. It had always been like this. The two of them, together. Even after the death of their parents, and their adoption into the Black household, they had always been together. Turning away, Dorian grabbed Gray's hand, holding it in his. Gray glanced at him, and tightened his grip, his own smile softening slightly. Together, the two walked home, hand in hand, the marking upon their hands mirrored by each other.