REVOLUTION (standard:Suspense, 1110 words)
Author: Hulsey	Added: Sep 09 2003	Views/Reads: 4213/2440	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A brother and sister's hatred of their stepfather ends in tragic circumstances.

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"It's him!" Tanya pointed at her stepfather, holding onto her towel with
one hand to preserve her modesty. 

"No! You've got it wrong," insisted Carl, blushing, his embarrassment
obvious. 

Jason, without warning, threw himself at the bearded man, catapulting
his athletic body into the banister. Jason rained blow after blow to 
the head of his stepfather, until he was eventually overpowered. 

Carl pinned the angry boy to the ground. "You selfish little brat! Your
father is dead, and the sooner you two realise that, the sooner we can 
get on with our lives... I love your mother, no matter what you two 
think, so you'd better get used to it... Tanya, I've apologised for 
walking in on you, but it was an accident and nothing more." 

Carl rose to his feet and offered Jason his hand, only to be rebuffed. 

"Why don't you piss off back to where you came from and leave our family
in peace? You're not welcome here. You may have fooled our mum, but we 
now know what sort of a man you are." 

Carl conceded and descended the staircase. 

"Up the revolution!" laughed Jason. 

"Viva la France!" joined in Tanya. 

Jason opened his weary eyes, the luminous hands of his Incredible Hulk
clock-registering three-fifteen am. He propped himself up; rubbing his 
eyes and cocking his ear like a dog. His bedroom door was slightly 
ajar, projecting a shaft of light into his bedroom. 

A blend of muted grunts and gentle weeping accompanied his footsteps, as
he tiptoed towards the landing. The squeaking of the floorboards were 
unheard by the perpetrators of the strange sounds. Jason clenched his 
fists, his fingernails delving deeply into the palms of his hands, when 
he realised that the sounds were coming from his sister's bedroom. 

The grunts ceased and Jason scampered back to his bedroom, his slender
body quaking. He heard footsteps, and then the sound of Tanya's bedroom 
door closing. Jason melted against his Matrix wallpaper, warm tears 
running down his face. His inquisitiveness negated his fear, and he 
once more approached the bedroom of his twin sister, peeping through 
the crack in the door to see Tanya's naked body lying on the bed, her 
white torso convulsing as she sobbed loudly. 

Jason edged closer and sat on the edge of her bed, his shame compelling
him to look away from her bruised body. The rage built up inside him, 
as he hugged his sister, their weeping as one. 

"That bastard's gone too far this time sis! He'll pay for this; just you
wait and see!" 

"No!" sobbed Tanya, attempting to prevent her brother from leaving.
Jason marched intently into his bedroom and selected a golf iron from 
his bag. His mother's bedroom door was almost kicked off its hinges. 

The couple lay in bed and his mother was the first to react, her eyes
squinting against the radiance of the table lamp. "Jason, what is 
this?" 

"Ask that bastard!" 

Carl sat up and held his wife's hand. "Jason, put that bloody thing down
and go back to bed. I don't know what I've..." 

He was not allowed the privilege of completing his sentence. The iron
smashed powerfully against the skull of the shocked man, droplets of 
blood splaying into the face of his screaming wife. 

Carl slumped forward, his disbelieving eyes rolling in their sockets.
Another heavy blow to the back of his head finished him off. The 
piercing screams of Tanya, merged with those of her mother. 

Jason turned to face his twin, the horror in her eyes and the shaking of
her head telling him that all was not right. He looked past his 
distraught sister to see the perspiring Wesley, standing at the bedroom 
door, and clad in his sister's bra and panties. 

Jason's jaw fell open, as he dropped the bloody weapon and fell to his
knees. 


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