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The sun crept stealthily past the wide flung curtains that adorned the open window of her room. She stirred ever so slightly, mumbled something and averted her eyes from the glare. As the early morning sounds of chirping birds and the thud of the newspaper being delivered her squeezed shut eyes popped open and she sat upright in bed excitedly. "Oh my god! It's the first day of school!" she thought excitedly, "I'm the new head cheerleader!" Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she jumped out of bed like a kid on Christmas and swung open the pink door of her bedroom.

She crossed the hallway and rapped her tiny hands on the dark wood door that stood there. "Oh dear sweet brother!" she trilled, "Do wake up! It's the first day of the school year!"

Behind the door was a dank, musty room. Her brother squeezed his eyes tighter and rolled over pulling his pillow over his head. She called louder this time, "Oh, do, do wake up! Aren't you excited at all?" He groaned louder and mumbled something that sounded like, "Shut the fuck up you fucked up bitch!" Her knocking got louder and more incessant and he kept cowering away from the sound curling up in a ball hoping that if he ignored her long enough, she would go away.

The final straw was when she opened her mouth and sang, "The sun will come up tooo-moo-rrooowwww..." His eyes popped open and he reached over to his stereo remote and blasted at full volume the hardcore metal he listened to. "Stupid bitch," he muttered and settled down again under his covers, shutting his eyes.

She stood open mouthed outside. Hurt and upset that her beloved twin brother could listen to such awful music. Then her eyes narrowed there was something in the music that made her angry. She was going to be the head cheerleader and nothing was going to spoil her day. She rushed back into her room and dug out her pink secret hide-away box of treasures from under her bed. Pulling out a long pink cleaver she laughed maniacally.

Storming out into the hallway she was met by her mother coming to see what the noise was all about. Without thinking she lifted her pink cleaver and struck slicing her mother's face in two with one blow. Her mother dropped down dead and lifeless, a look of horror and shock plastered on two pieces of face.

Lifting her arm up, she hammered on the dark door with her cleaver. Her brother rolled over and sighed. He slid open his window finally letting in some fresh air and crawled out. Making his way to the side of the house he just so happened to glance in at a window that looked in on the corridor his dead mother lay motionless at, her dark blood pooled around her. "Fuck," he swore out loud, "That bitch really is crazy."

He jumped down to the ground from some 20 feet above without breaking a sweat. He ducked behind some trees and emerged a second later dressed victoriously in dark purple underpants. He ran into the house and thundered up the stairs and ran towards his evil pink clad sister. He put his hands on her head as she turned towards him with her cleaver poised for the blow.

Suddenly she stopped. The cleaver dropped to the ground and a look of shock registered on her face. He closed his eyes. When he opened them a minute later, the pooled blood had vanished, the pink cleaver too. His mother picked herself up from the floor and walked past him telling him to turn the music down as if nothing had happened.

The look of shock in her face disappeared and she shook her head free of his grasp. "Oh, brother!" she squealed excitedly grating his ears with her perky high pitched voice, "I'm going to be head cheerleader!" she hugged him tightly and kissed his nose and skipped away into her room.

Forty minutes later their mother pulled up outside the schoo lgates and looked at them expectantly. He looked fairly disgusted as his sister kissed her mother excitedly on the cheek and stepped out of the car. She turned to him and smiled, her eyes all innocent.

It wasn't going to be easy going through puberty when you have super hero powers such as his especially when he had a crazed sister running around dressed all in pink. Little did he know that his future had in store for him a greater nemesis when he grew up. Lucky he had with him his power of reason.