Post II {Already Posted}

"Shit! Oh, god, Tarry is gonna kill me!"

A rather ruffled young man ran towards his destination, not bothering to apologize to the frustrated people that he ran into on the way there.Their comfort and well being were of no concern to him, especially not when he was being threatened with a slow and painful death if his brother's anger got too bad. Both Tarantula and Cobra killed for fun, so it would be no trouble for Tarantula to snuff out Cobra's life as if it were meaningless to him. Which, as a matter of fact, it probably was.

The only reason why Cobra was still alive was because for some reason, while Tarantula honored no other moral codes or values, he placed family and blood ties above all else in his life. Cobra wasn't exactly sure why his brother was like that, but he was glad that he was; there were several times that Tarantula could have killed Cobra for one of his stupid mistakes. Thankfully, though, they were blood brothers, twins, in fact, so Cobra was gifted with not only his life, no matter what mistakes he made, but also his brother's protection.

On this particular day, however, Cobra wasn't so sure that Tarantula would be able to forgive him. Today was the anniversary of their first killing, and Tarantula always enjoyed participating in special torture or feeding sessions on that day. Cobra had never been late before, but for some reason he had gotten caught up at the bar, watching a rather tantalizing morsel of a woman and trying to figure out here she was from so that he could "visit" her later. He had finally figured out where she was from as she relayed her address to a friend of hers, but by that time, Cobra was already late for their first victim. In fact, he had probably missed the torture and feeding entirely.

Finally making it into their house, Cobra took the stairs two at a time, kicked open the basement door, and flew into the torture room. "Tarry! I'm sorry...I was just...I didn't mean to..." He looked down at the floor, ashamed. "I'm sorry."

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