So, Nick may have left some things out. Hi, I'm Nicki, the older sister. Not true. Shut up Nick, it's my turn to tell the story. Anyway, we were your average college sophomores trying to make it through life in New York City. We had jobs, friends, and our mother, bless her. She took us in when we were left on her doorstep as babies and raised us, we owe everything to her. May she rest in peace...

Before we get to that story though, let's go back in time to the day we got captured.

It started off as normal as any other day. Nick and I were walking home, complaining about the grueling paper we had to write for psychology.

"I swear it's like she hates our entire class", Nick grumbled. "Well, I think it's because of that time we all came in stupid after spring break", I shrugged. "Still strange how we weren't wasted although we drank more than everyone else."

If only we knew then what we know now. Amen, brother.

"Wilsons! Wait up!", a dainty voice called. I turned to see a green and blonde blur running up to us. "Hey Amora." We've known her most of our lives, since about the fifth grade. She's our best friend in the world. "H-Hi Amora", Nick blushed. So of course he had a crush on her. I sent him a look that said, "Smooth Romeo."

"You guys need help with the paper? I already finished", she beamed. " How?! We just got it." Nick looked at her in shock. She winked her brilliant green eye at him. "The mind happens to be my specialty." That shut him up pretty effectively. "We'll take the help", I nodded. "Come on over, Mom won't mind." She nodded eagerly, looking at our house. "Y'know Amora, we've known each other forever, but we've never met your parents. Or seen your house." She cleared her throat and shrugged. "Mom and Dad don't really like visitors too much. They're very private people", she explained.

I didn't have an opportunity to question her further because I noticed my front door wide open. Nick and I looked at each other and ran inside with Amora on our heels. Nick kicked open the door and we saw David standing over our mother's bloody corpse. And what's worse was the blood around his mouth. He looked as horrified as we did. "I can explain, just listen- Wait!" As soon as I thought about who he was telling to wait, I hear two thuds behind me. I turned to see Nick and Amora face down, two armed thugs standing over them before I was out cold.

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait. I've had the worst writer's block. Anyway, Amora is owned by my friend moosism (Aka D(eez nuts))