A secret between two?

I watched as my sister entered Starbucks. I knew she wouldn't notice me sitting here, straight across her favourite table.

Silently walking towards the counter holding her bag and her silk wrap, she ordered herself a lattè.

I kept one eye on her while reading my book, 'Everything men know about women' by Dr. Alan Francis. It was just the perfect book.

While every other person reading it was wanting to understand their girlfriends, I just wanted to know if my sister was even human.

I looked up towards the counter to check on her. She was already walking towards her table holding her coffee.

She sat, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf.

Lost in her own world of thoughts. A world where no one existed I suppose, she kept sipping her coffee calmly without bothering about the knife.

Its been years since she's been normal. Any random person could make out, that she wasn't normal.

Her dark lipstick, emo hairstyle and the huge pendant she wore would stand her apart from any big crowd.

I mean, is this how poorly killers defend themselves?

*sigh*

But she's been getting away with it for the past 6years. Things from my childhood are still fresh. How she would protect me, be with me, laugh with me and how she made me laugh.

Now, here I'm sitting at Starbucks, Punjab. Watching over my elder sister. Because I seriously doubt if she's still human. It's just me and her staying together and we won't exchange a word.

Well, that's how far things are gotten with her mind. She cooks, she kills,gives me some chills, watches her soap operas and repeats.

So, I decided to take on things myself and see what she's up to.

I carefully read another two pages and looked above. She was just leaving. I knew in a while I had to too.

Quickly gathering some change to pay the bill, I left soon after her.

I followed her home in relaxed steps. It was a small independent house of just two rooms, a Hall and half a kitchen.

Entering through the door, I noticed a few pairs of footwears outside. Two of them of women and a pair of sneakers.

Neither me nor lakshmi own a pair of sneakers. And heals? "Hell no!" was the only thing I've heard from her about it. Right from childhood.

Pretty convinced I caught her with the other culprits I stormed into the house and slammed the door behind me.

There was dead drop silence. Her golden dagger lay on the desk, washed. Her handbag on the couch.

I took two hasty steps and went to grab the dagger. "NAUSHAD! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH IT.", she yelled from her room.

Startled for a second and furious over the disturbed silence, "whose footwear is that?" I questioned.

"No one's." she replied and walked past me. Sitting on the couch she started to watch her soaps like usual. Like she has just come back from work. Tired and exhausted.

I looked around the house for the people who were in. There weren't any. Lakshmi wasn't much social from her childhood, I knew. And these years, she had stopped talking to her own brother.

A sense of mystery aired over me. I went back to bed because of the maddening volume of the TV. After 30minutes or so I heard the TV go mum. She had went to bed too.

I woke up and shut the door of my room close and came back to sleep. My room was noise proof on the inside. Especially because I hated noise.

It was around 2am in the morning. I heard shriek noises in my room. They were coming from the other room. I woke to inspect. I could see a shadow on the left side wall of my room.

It was of a hand clutching a metal grill. On it was a huge ring. A ring similar to the one my sister wore at times.

I stood up and turned my flashlight on. I could see my face on the mirror, it looked chilling. I knew I wasn't anymore residing with my sister. She had turned into a serial killer. A killer witch.

Quickly lighting up a roll of weed, I took my revolver and stormed into her room.

She was sleeping with heavy soft music running. I pushed her out of the bed and landed a left hook. 

I loaded the revolver looking to finish her in one shot. Suddenly I felt unbearable pain through my chest. It was sharp and heavy. It was her. She had swung  her golden dagger across my torso.

"You just tried to kill your own brother?!" I spoke through pain. She sent a kick tn my chest and I fell to the ground banging against my closet.

She calmly turned off the lights and went back to sleep. The music was still playing. My brain exploded into tiny pieces. I spent the rest of the night in her room. In the dark, bleeding, searching for my revolver and smoking weed.

The next few months passed with no words between me and her. She never really got out of the house after that. I spent my time, locking myself in my room, smoking weed and doing art.

Sometimes she cooked and sometimes she ate it all by herself. Soon, I emptied all my money on pot and by that time she had stopped cooking totally.

If not for Madhuri, I wouldn't have survived. More than her friendship, I needed the bullets she gave and sometimes money.

7 Months passed, my resources dried up and I was badly in need of pot. Deciding to vandalize the house of my pot dealer, I set foot one night. The attempt, was pretty unsuccessful and I ended up firing half a round of bullets on him.

I trusted my crime escaping ability so much, that I casually walked back home even when I was high.

I went home bloody dressed. Lakshmi gave a surprised look and turned away. I was so tired that I slept off too soon.

A few more weeks passed by. She was still home, not doing pretty much anything except on TV. I continued my lucid dreaming and painting.

Sometimes she would play on her violin. It was wonderful. But the sound. The sound used to get to my head at times.

We had conversations a bit. Never really laughed nor smiled either. Just talk.

On the 13th of November I guess, it was Friday. A beautiful cold winter evening here in Punjab.

I woke up from a nap to find my sister missing. So was her golden dagger. And the blue silk scarf. I knew that she was out on a hunt.

And half ran through the lanes. It was a small area where we lived. Outside the city, filled with trees and nature.

Three streets away, I found her confronting with a man. A man who seemed simple. But was dressed like how an aristocrat would.

As I was watching them, things seemed to get heated up. And I saw her slit his throat in one mighty slash.

I walked towards her, the man had already become a corpse. "Take care Naushad!" she said and left.

I lit a cigar of weed and dragged him into the bushes. I walked across the street and into the Starbucks. Lakshmi was already there, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained golden dagger lay next to her handbag wrapped in the blue silk scarf.

I sat against her sipping my z already cold coffee.

The last man who was in search for the 'Golden Dagger' just died. The secret of the brotherhood was now with us.

Legend says that only one person can know. But there are two of us no?

Haha.