2 years later (Vincent at 22 years old)
I stumbled out of the manor, the thumping music fading behind me as I gulped in the cool night air. My head was spinning from the champagne and excitement of winning the championship. If only Savannah were here to celebrate with me.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, a figure emerged from the shadows. My heart seized. It was Louis, a cruel smirk twisting his face. I hadn't seen my brother in two years, not since that awful night I laid my hands on him. He bulked up during the past two years and didn’t seem to be on drugs. In fact, he now looks exactly like me, from the haircut to his clothes. He looks healthy.
"Well, well, look at you," Louis drawled, sauntering closer. "Mr. Perfect Life." His shirt was stained with crimson specks. Blood.
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