twins - 1.0

      Trembling, I hefted the knife and slid under spider-cracked window, suppressing a gasp as my face gashed against a glass blade.  And then - it was at these times that blood really wasn't necessary.  The drips from my cut fell onto the carpet; black against the carpet, visible by moonlight.  No matter.  It would all burn.

      A square of whitewall and wood fell neatly into my hands.  I loved the sweet, low hum of night; it was alive.  It was vibrant.  A perfect night for burglary.  But then came the splintering.  What if...?  Bending down, I beheld a most curious sight.  It was...

      "Brother?"

"Sister."

      "I told you I'd be taking this house tonight."

"I left a message on the mirror at home."
      "You broke the mirror yesterday."

"Then.  I left a message on the broken mirror at home."

      "Half and half?"

"You know we don't work like that."

      

Sister slipped from the open window, the blood flowing with her hair as she fell nine stories, down to the mezzanine under the third floor.  A satisfying thud.  It would all burn.  Then the rain came.

His favorite daughter, abused by his prodigal son, brought on the onslaught of water.  Nothing would burn.  People would live.  I sighed one sigh.  

"Father."