The Three

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That Really Whips My Nae Nae

My name on Samuel’s lips ringed in my ears. I clutch the back of my head and groan in sheer pain.

What just happened?

I’m not aware of my surroundings, and I weakly try to squint my eyes to see better. Gosh, everything looks so blurry.

I’m in ropes, and Samuel is knocked out beside me.


Why do I always end up in the same scenario over and over again?

We were in Grey’s living room. I finally got my vision back, and the first thing I saw was Grey pacing back and forth across the room, muttering to herself over and over again:

“No one was supposed to know. No one.”

I muster up enough courage to speak.

“Let… Let Samuel go. He has nothing to do with this,” I gulp, swallowing a sob.

She snapped her head back at me aggressively.

“He’s a witness, and so are you.” She slowly made her way towards me.

“I knew there was something wrong with you. I grit my teeth.

She raised her fist at me and drove a hard punch right at my jaw. My head turns to the side.

I stare in shock.

“I am perfect. Perfect people are not murderers, and if I’d have to kill my sister to keep it that way, then I would.” She enraged.

Another punch. I spit out blood.

“But I’d like to think I have a bit of sympathy left in me, so I might let you go.” Her lips stretched into a creepy smile. “I deserve it, me and me only. I don’t care if Theo is alive. He’s always been a weak snowflake, anyway. What harm could he possibly do?”

I let out a whimper.

She is going to kill me. My blood will be under her fingernails. Monster.

I’m in immense pain.

I groan as I lay down on the ground. I can hear my heartthrob in my ears. I draw in a shaky breath. I don’t know what’s more painful: The pain of the wounds and gashes in my body or realizing my big sister is the one who caused them.

“Do I make myself clear, Goldie?” She hissed; a look of sheer disgust is spread across her face.

Blood is dripping over my eyes making it harder to see. I breathed through the bruises and the cuts- trembling from head to toe as I lay shivering on the cold concrete.

I knew that I could end up taking ten times worse than this and still never give up. I’d never give her what she wanted anyway, even if it meant death on my part.

I raised my chin up to look up at my captor with the sharpest glare I could ever muster followed by the tiniest grin imaginable. She doesn’t seem to notice.


She watches in confusion as I felt strong heat in my eyes. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

I can feel it. The power. It’s surging through my veins again.

My fingers started to crackle. I pressed them to the ropes around my wrist. I smell something burn and quickly broke free.

“G-Goldie-” Samuel murmured as he stood up on his feet.

“Are you okay?” I search his face.

“Yeah. Fine.” He groans.

I set his ropes free. He rubs his wrist in pain and noticed the cut on my jaw.

“Who did this-” His eyes clouded with concern, before hardening in anger. He glared at Grey. His hands short-circuited. So did mine.

We stood side by side. Our bodies exploded with light and electricity. The circuit danced around the both of us.

Grey stared in utter horror.

Never touch her again. Samuel spread out his palms to Grey and sent a bolt of flying lightning to her direction.

She was knocked out and dropped unconscious right on the floor.

I grit my teeth, ready to zap her, too, but he grabbed my wrist.

“Wait.” He breathed. A small smile appeared on his face as he wiped the blood off my eyebrow. “I never realized how nothing scares me more than you being hurt.”

I stare at his bright green eyes. He stared back with the most perplexed look on his face. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. We stayed there, for about ten seconds, just looking at each other, before he broke the silence and said:

“I always wonder what crosses your mind when your eyes meet mine.”

I was about to say something back but I hear a huge crash at the front door.

Guess who it is.

No, no.

Please, just guess.


Trace has burned the front door to a crisp and barged in the house as if he owned it. His hair was all over his blood-colored eyes, and there was a nasty scowl em printed on his face which was quickly replaced with confusion.

How the hell did he find us?

We walk over to him.

“Theodore,” I say.

His eyes widened in shock.

“How did you... I’ve never been called that in years.” He stammered.

I pointed at Grey, who was just waking up from her nappy nap.

“No...” He whispered and stumbled back a few steps.

“What are you doing here?”

“T-Theo-” She began.

Trace was lost for words. I didn’t know what to make of his expression. It felt like he was going through every stage of emotion right now. Fear, then anger, then sadness, then longing, then remorse. And lastly, coldness.

He didn’t care anymore. His face was as hard as a rock.

It didn’t faze him anymore.

“Don’t call me Theo.”

Her face melted into realization as she took in Trace’s cape and red pupils.

“You’re the villain.” She drew in a shaky breath.

“Yeah. You’re the murderer.” He replied.

“I... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-”

“A bit too late for that.”


“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” His eyes bored into her. He continued with the cruelest smile ever. “I’m not afraid anymore. I am Trace, I am powerful, and I will show you no mercy.”

“Kill her.” Sam hissed to him at the corner of his mouth.

“Naah, where’s the fun in that? I like some torture. Now, you will live in your attic for some time until I’m done with these two.” He smirked, before leaning in and whispering in her ear in the driest tone ever. “You ruined me. You ruined everything I’ve loved. And now you’ll watch as I set your world on fire.

He grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and dragged her downstairs.

He came back with a huge smile on his face.

I bet he wanted to say that to Grey for such a long time.

Aww, I’m happy for him.

“I’m in a good mood now. Let’s go get some ice cream, I’ll kill you both later.” He said happily and strode down the hall.

Just as I was about to grab the two and run away, I notice a figure walking towards the house.

“Honey, I’m home!” A middle-aged man with a scruffy beard walked through the lawn and into the house.

He held a briefcase, so I’m guessing he’s back from work. The guy took off his rimless glasses and squinted at us.

That’s Jacob?

Oh, no.

Oh, nononono-

“Why is the front door on fire? That’s weird.” He stepped in and stared at us in shock and slight confusion.

We freeze.

“Who-Who are you guys?” He asked in slight panic.

He stumbled back a few steps, dropping his briefcase.

“Get him.” The three of us say at once.

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