Role

Chapter 1

Where does it really all begin?

Sometimes it literally begins from the very beginning actually.

But what is "it"?

"It" is sin.

We all have our vices.

Some more then others.

Some not even realizing their indulgences.

Others hide it out of shame.

But the "real sinner" was born into it.

Such a gifted state of being it is.

I remember it just like it was yesterday.

The complete darkness.

The pulsating sounds.

I could not open my eyes as I struggled in the dark.

It was like drowning in a sea of pitch black.

I could hear my heart beat.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Then. I heard the steady thumping of another.

It was louder. It was pronounced.

Why was this phantom in the dark chastising me?

Taunting and belittling me.

I could feel this other presence near me.

It struggled just as I in the darkness.

However it was stronger, louder, and full of life.

I felt... Little. Insignificant.

But just as I was about to give into the darkness.

I felt it. Something around my waist.

It felt slippery and pulsated with life.

It was like a chain bounding me to this prison.

But I was not alone.

The taunting. The ridicule.

I grabbed this chain and reached out into the dark.

Over and over I blindly tried to ensnare the phantom.

Then finally.

I felt this ligature of chain cinch tight.

I pulled and tugged as I felt struggling on its end.

Then. With a gurgling and a SNAP.

The taunting. Grew silent. Lifeless.

Suddenly the silence was broken with screams.

A light pierced by eyes as I struggled in the sea of dark.

All that was left were cries and tears.

Life and death.

Twins. A boy and girl.

One alive. One dead.

Born in sin. Let it begin.