TV Princess stared at the mess on the floor, not caring that it came from the same mother as her, disregarding the fact that the bloodied carcass, still seeping fluids by her feet, was the only soul that ever had any kind intention for her.
The gun smoke caused her eyes to water, and she needed to wash her hands. She was heading for the bathroom when she heard the slam, and then a slide. The slam came from a bleeding arm, carved into by a steak knife and high heels, and the slide came from the dragging, lifeless thing that used to be TV Princess' brother.
She turned around to vace him. The only feat she could recognize were the two eyes leering, helplessly at her, one of them dangling after being snagged on the spike of her heel. They didn't ask why, they didn't asky for what, the simply said, kill me, bitch. TV Princess listened to the eyes, pointed the gun at her brother's crimson soaked head, trying to get past that angry, dangling eye.
The thing that was her brother raised its other bloody arm, and slammed it down, dragging its bullet riddled self closer to TV Princess. It got so close, had it still had teeth after the pistolwhipping she'd given him, it would have charged into her ankle flesh, but the fractured bone sticking out of its pierced wrist made a nice shiv. TV Princess took too long, and the thing that used to be her brother lunged at her thigh, pierceing it, and letting it's weight and gravity force an artery severing gash down her left leg.
TV Princess fired, but the damage was done. As she felt her life leaving her body, she thought of the last words their mother said before she and their father abandoned their only two children.
"Do us a favor, die quietly."
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