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-Hunter-
“Matthew!” my mother screams.
She rushes to my brother’s lifeless body, falling to her knees beside him and repeatedly calling out “no” as tears—tears I know she hasn’t practiced—stream down her face. Yes, the son she always loved is dead. Killed by me. His blood still stains my hands and face.
I want to laugh at the pathetic sight before me: the woman who gave birth to me, whom I see as nothing but a cruel witch intent on making my life hell, now crying. She cries because of me, and that brings me a sick satisfaction.
“Where is he?” I ask coldly.
She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes red with grief and fury. I can see she wishes she could kill me with just a glance. I wip
