As the holidays approached that year, Sky and Star once again found themselves waiting on a cab into the city on a Saturday evening. They sat close together for heat on a bus stop bench near their home, smiling and laughing with one another, now that they had decided, months earlier, to just stop fighting their feelings, regardless of what the cost may someday be; or at least to stop fighting them when they were alone together, at any rate.

On that particular night, their mood was interrupted by a familiar voice as Curt and two of his cronies passed by, causing them both to just cringe in response, hoping he didn’t notice them there.

“Well, if it isn’t the two most fucked up freaks in school” Curt chided them as he approached the bench, his two equally unpleasant friends in tow.

“Which one is which again?” one of his friends chimed in, “so hard to tell.”

“Old joke, Tim” Sky mumbled as he moved to light a cigarette.

“You know,” Curt began in thought, “I believe the three of us have some unfinished business” he told them maliciously. “Think the three of us,” he gestured to his friends, “need to make it clear to you that we’re sick of your kind. You shoulda cut that wrist deeper, Sky” he added that deep verbal barb near Sky’s ear, before turning back to his friends “Lesson time, boys...grab em.”

The next thing Star and Sky were aware of was an aching pain in the back of each of their heads as a pillowcase was pulled from each of their faces. When they were once again aware of their surroundings, they found themselves each with their wrists bound to a bedpost behind them in some cheap motel.

There, the three boys just snickered as they came to. Curt was of course, the first to speak again, “now, about that unfinished business” he began as he cracked his knuckles.

“You mean when you tried to fuck me under the bridge? Ego still bruised that it didn’t go your way?” Sky spat back at him.

“Fuck you, Sky” Curt retorted glancing quickly at his friends to judge whether or not they seemed to believe Sky’s claim. “Besides, if I was gonna fuck one of you, it’d be the one with the nicer tits” he laughed as he moved to rip open Star’s shirt as she squealed and jumped, not that she could get far with her hands bound behind her.

“Touch her again and I will fucking kill you” Sky growled as she tried to compose herself despite them all leering at her now exposed black lace bra.

“That’d be a neat trick” Curt laughed over at Sky again as he allowed another hungry gaze to pass over Star’s chest, “here’s how it’s gonna go: One of you is definitely getting fucked tonight, and I pick her” he stated with another sinister grin as he took another step towards Star, his friends looking on eagerly as though being entertained by some porn film than by grasping the concept that this was actually occurring in real life.

“You will not fucking touch her” Sky growled with even more anger.

Curt just shook his head as he chuckled back at where Sky struggled against his own restraints then. “It’s time for little sis to see what a real man feels like, instead of the freaky half fags she likes, like you. It’s just nature, Sky” he chuckled again as he removed his jacket, still staring at Star with lust in his cold eyes.

“You will die if you touch her. I guarantee it” Sky delivered the threat with all the certainty of a hardened killer in his voice right then.

Curt just laughed back at him, “you almost sound jealous. You got a thing for your sweet little sister there, Sky? I’ve seen you looking at her. Thought it was just cause you wanted to be her. But maybe it’s really cause you wanna fuck her! Is that it Sky, you wanna give it to your own sister?” Curt just shook his head back at the more than understandable tension in both Sky and Star right then. “Cause, man, if that is the case you’re even more fucking twisted than I thought.”

“Fucked up freak” Curt’s friend chimed in again.

But then Curt held up his hand in thought, “now let’s just think about this. They both sure as hell look like hot chicks, don’t they? Haven’t the two of you ever wanted to watch hot goth twins make out with each other. I know I have. And it seems like these two have fallen right into our lap. This could be a good night indeed, boys. Get the cameras ready.” he told his friend with another dark look back at Sky and Star.

“You threaten to rape her, and now you think we’re gonna sit here and let you film some fantasy you have of us making out with each other?” Sky scoffed, “I think you’ve taken one too many hits to the head out on that football field, Curt.”

“Well now you’re just pissing me off” Curt shook his head as his friends readied their phones’ cameras, “now, instead of just making out with her, how about we see if you really do wanna fuck her. Can you get it up for girls at all, let alone your own fucking twin sister. This is for science now!” he teased with the same dark, sadistic glee.

“And you think we’re just gonna go along with your own fucked up-ness just cause you got your big bad boyfriends with you? You’re even stupider than I thought” Sky almost mirrored the other boy’s earlier comment.

“Well, I see you two are shy, and understandably. I mean, once we film you fucking your own twin sister, I have a feeling your life is gonna get a little harder. I sense another visit to the suicide ward in both your futures. But I guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we?” Curt continued as he moved to his since abandoned dufflebag that he had had with him at practice that day.

Somewhere between practice and running into Star and Sky and bringing them here, he had slipped his father’s gun into the bag, and now turned around pointedly holding it up for Star and Sky to easily see.

“Why the fuck do you have a gun?” Sky breathed, more than a little fear finally seeping into his tone then.

“Well, I was thinking about using it just to give you both a good scare and watch you piss your pretty velvet pants, but now, your lack of manners has made this night so much more interesting, and full of possibility” he stated coldly.

“Curt, please...” Star whispered, finding her voice at last.

“Oh, so now she gets manners?” Curt scoffed, “too little too late hon” he stated with the same coldness, before turning back to his friends, “go ahead untie em. They got a show to put on” he allowed another sinister chuckle.

“This can’t really be happening” Star whispered to Sky as Tim and Scott moved to begin untying them, “they literally want us to fuck? While they film it?” she choked.

“I think she’s nervous Sky. Better comfort her” a slight pause as their wrists were released, “and that was an order by the way” he added more coolly as he pointed the gun toward them, allowing his friends to move back to stand at his side, cameras at the ready again.

Sky moved to place his arms around her shoulders, his forehead against hers as he pulled her closer, “it’ll be fine, remember?”

“A little louder” Curt interrupted. “The mics on these things suck.”

“Are you serious?” she whispered back to him.

“Louder!” Curt interrupted with further impatience, cocking the gun as he did.

“We can face anything...together...remember?” Sky swallowed as he moved back to pull off his shirt, trying to keep her calm by holding her gaze in his.

“Fuck, he really does wanna fuck her” Tim laughed, “this is some twisted shit.”

Trying to block out the other boys, Sky swallowed hard, continuing to stare at her while undoing his pants. Star’s breath was barely making it past her lips at this point, as she also tried to hold on to any strength she could by locking her eyes with his as well.

Once his pants were undone, Sky moved toward her across the bed, reaching under her skirt where he nervously slid her panties down her legs, making sure nothing under her skirt was visible to the camera, still.

“Fuck this is really happening” Curt breathed, his own arousal more than obvious then.

Taking one more long look into each other’s eyes, Star decided to place all her trust in Sky, and the bond the two of them had right then. With a deep shaky breath, she moved to take a place astride his hips. Another moment, and another deep breath from each of them, and he finally reached down between them to slowly slide himself inside her again, both of them gasping slightly at the renewed connection between them.

“Oh my god, did he actually put it in her?” Scott exclaimed, he and Tim both almost dropping their phones at the scandal of the moment.

Trying desperately to block out their unwanted audience, Sky and Star began moving against each other, urgently rushing toward their mutual orgasms, and what would come with that moment. When that pleasure did come to them, moments later, all that managed to break them out of it was the sound of the phones and the gun dropping to the floor. And then the screams of the three boys as blood began pouring from their eyes in thick red streams.

When they finally ran far enough from the motel that they reached a bus stop, the two rushed onto the very next bus, still breathing heavily, and not particularly caring where it was even going, as long as it was ‘away.’

They eventually found themselves walking down the street they lived on, though it was much later that night. As the house came into view at the end of the street, Star finally spoke, “shouldn’t we call someone?” she whispered.

“About?”

“Sky...” she whispered, “they could be dead.”

“I hope they are” he said in a near emotionless tone.

“Sky...” she repeated.

“Don’t you?” he returned the question to her.

Not able to argue his point, despite the terror eating away at her that they may have possibly now used their strange abilities to kill three other human beings, she tried to shift gears, “and you’re pretty sure we fried their phones, too?”

“Considering our affect on anything electrical at...those times” he decided on, “I’d say it’s a pretty safe bet. Plus, we tossed them, just to be sure.”

Later that night, after they and their parents had all gone to bed, Star found herself entering Sky’s room as the clock struck two. Not surprisingly, he was still awake too. Tears in her pretty eyes, as they had been almost all night, she rushed to the bed to crawl into his arms, sobbing against his chest.

“Star...”

“What if they are dead, Sky? What if what we did killed them?” she sobbed against him as he held her tight.

“If they are, it was self-defense. Plain and simple. You have to know that” he attempted to assure her.

Star cried in his arms for several more long moments before she found her voice again, “And if this thing we can do...if it’s so powerful that it can...do that...hurt people....like that...” she sniffled again, “doesn’t that mean that we really are completely wrong... what we are is completely wrong, and just....evil?”