REVOLUTION (standard:Suspense, 1110 words)
Author: Hulsey	Added: Sep 09 2003	Views/Reads: 4397/2563	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A brother and sister's hatred of their stepfather ends in tragic circumstances.

Although they were twins, Jason and Tanya were inseparable in an
unnatural way. Jason, the elder of the twins by twenty minutes was 
ultra-protective towards his sister, and often resorted to outlandish 
acts pf vengeance, such as letting down the tyres of teachers who had 
upset his sibling. 

The fifteen year olds sat towards the front of the classroom and were
immersed in their study of the French Revolution. The twins, though not 
identical, had large green eyes and blonde hair, features that had been 
inherited from their mother. 

The loud ringing of the bell heralded the end of the school day. After
leaving the school, the twins were met by their older brother, Wesley, 
a gangly, dark-haired boy with a turn in his eye and protruding teeth. 
Wesley's appearance differed vastly from that of his brother and 
sister, generating rumours that their mother had not been virtuous in 
her marriage with their recently deceased father. 

Wesley attended a special school; his mentality that of a child several
years younger. Although he was seventeen, his handicap deprived him of 
the gift of friendship; the malicious children often mocking his 
frailties. 

"Ouch!" shrieked Tanya, when Wesley playfully tugged on her pigtails.
"Leave it out will you?" 

"Fancy playing on the tarzee in the woods, Jason?" enthused Wesley. 

"I don't think so. Me and Tanya have homework to do." 

"You mean like maths and fings?" 

"Actually we're studying the French Revolution." 

"Oh yeah? What's that then?" 

"Oh you wouldn't understand... I think we should start our own
revolution against Carl," mouthed Jason. 

Tanya lowered her head, her sadness apparent. 

Jason noticed her uneasiness. "You don't like Carl either do you sis?" 

Wesley skipped ahead of his brother and sister, practising shadow
boxing. "But he's our new dad." 

Tanya stopped; her fists clenched tightly, her eyes welling up with
tears. "New dad? I hate him! He'll never replace our real father." 

"Too true," mumbled Jason. “Dad's been dead six months and she moves her
lover in." 

"I wish he was dead!" snarled Tanya, her bottom lip wavering. 

Jason stepped in front of his troubled sister and embraced her. "That's
a bit harsh isn't it, sis? Are you okay?" 

She never answered, and walked on, her head bowed, and her older brother
still tugging on her pigtails. 

Tanya showered, the swirling steam fogging up the closed window. She
heard a clicking sound, audible above the music that was playing on her 
radio. She reacted swiftly, covering her nakedness with her towel. 

A tall, obscured shape, standing at the doorway appeared to her, the
stench of alcohol overpowering. 

"Who is it? What do you want?" 

"Tanya, I'm sorry. I thought the bathroom was empty. You ought to lock
it in future," said Carl. 

"Are you sure this was an accident you pervert?" 

"What is it?" asked Jason. The loud voices had distracted him from his


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