Imagine  - Imagine two sisters, Aaliyah and Jaime, twins end up commuting a crime and get sent away to stay with the Volturi.

       "Jamie, run!!" Aaliyah yelled for her sister, noticing the masked killer growing closer toward her. Jamie turned just in time to dodge the killer's blade, but fell to the ground, hitting her head hard against the concrete sidewalk. 

Jumping into action, Aaliyah grabbed hold of a wooden board and ran over, hitting the back of the person's head. Jaime scooted away, getting to her feet. Both sisters looked down at the unconscious body in horror.

Blood began spreading around the person's head, and that was when Aaliyah noticed the wooden board had nails in it. Now dripping with blood as well. She instantly dropped it, stepping back in fear. She couldn't breath, all she could do was look at the dead body.

Jaime looked at her sister briefly, but soon bent down to remove the person's mask. A loud gasp left her mouth. 

Stepping forward, Aaliyah kicked the head to the side until she saw the face of their attacker, and sucked in an uneasy breath. "Richard..." Aaliyah whispered to herself, looking over at her twin. Richard was Jaime's boyfriend, and someone they both grew up with.

Jaime couldn't help the wail that left her mouth as she took hold of the weapon he carried. "It's rubber Aaliyah!" She yelled, sounding as if she were accusing her sister. Her face grew red, and the tears soon ran down to her neck.

Moving forward, Aaliyah knocked the toy out of Jaime's hand, and grabbed her face. Forcing her to look at her. "Jaime, listen to me! We had no idea, I had no idea who he was, nor that the weapon was fake! I am so sorry, but from where I was standing, it looked like I was seconds away from losing my sister." Aaliyah tried to calm her down, but Jaime began to shake her head.

      "We have to go to the police!" She sobbed, grabbing hold of Aaliyah's hands.

Aaliyah began to instantly protest. "No, damn it, no! I'll be locked up for this." She glared, backing away from her sister.

      "Then what do you suspect we do Aaliyah! We can't just leave him here. Plus, our prints are all over the scene. The mask, toy, board. We're both screwed in the end." Jaime said calmly, looking down at the body of her boyfriend.

      "That asshole, always taking things to the extreme." She groans, rubbing her hand up her face, and pushing her hair back.

      "I know Jaime," Aaliyah trailed off, looking over at a dumpster. It was around midnight, but Aaliyah knew they couldn't just stand around here for much longer. Jaime's eyes follow yours, realization hitting her as to what you plan to do.

      "You can't possibly mean...."

      "What other choice do we have? If we leave him here, someone is bound to find him, but if we hide him....then that'll buy us time to leave town and kiss this shit goodbye." Aaliyah explained, bending down to grab his feet. "So, are you with me?"

...

Aaliyah helped Jaime cover Richard's body with the multiple items of trash. The horrid scent slapping her dead in the face every time one of them moved an item. "Here...move that food and pour it on his body. Hopefully that'll cover his scent." Aaliyah tells Jaime, pointing at a bag of food from a nearby restaurant. Doing as Aaliyah says, she gags at the rotten smell, backing up to get on her feet.

Jaime closed the lid, and turned to her sister. "Now what?" She asked, slapping her hands to her legs.

Looking down at the items on the ground, Aaliyah nodded to them. "Now we take the mask, toy knife, and wooden board and burn them in our backyard. Along with our clothes." She analyzed the blood covering Jaime, and herself, knowing that burning them would be a good plan.

     "The blood?" Jaime questioned, gaining Aaliyah's attention toward it.

     "Fuck.." Aaliyah growled, looking around the alleyway. There was nothing she could use, so she removed her shirt, and bent down, cleaning up as much as she could. She was thankful for her strong stomach at that moment, because all the scents that had come to her the past few minutes, surely would have had her throwing up. "It doesn't have to be perfect, just enough so no one notices." She explained to her sister, noticing the disgusted look she was giving her.

She took her jacket off, and threw it at Aaliyah. "Here."

     "Thanks. Let's get out of here." Aaliyah carried the wooden board, and Jaime took the knife and mask. Making sure nobody spotted them leaving the alley, they rushed off toward their home.

..............

Aaliyah opened the front door, and walked in. Jaime soon comes in behind her, shutting and locking the door behind her. 

     "Where have you two been?! I was worried si-" Their mother began to scold the both of them, but soon stopped as she noticed the blood, and items in her daughter's hands. "Oh sweet baby Jesus, Charles! Charles!" She began to panic, calling for the girl's father.

Jaime looked at Aaliyah with such fear, and Aaliyah knew she mirrored the same look. Aaliyah could hear the heavy footsteps of her father approaching the stairs, and they both braced yourselves.

Surely they'd believe them, right? Jaime took hold of Aaliyah's hand, as their dad came down and looked at their mother.

     "Bethany, what is with all the hollering?" He questioned, his eyes soon moving over to the two figures Bethany was pointing at. His glasses that sat on his nose were soon removed as he spotted the problem.

     "Dad, mom, we can explain." Aaliyah began, stepping forward and pushing Jaime behind her. Ready to take the blame for everything.

     "I sure hope you can," Charles said, rather calmly as Bethany clung to his arm.

    "Jaime and I left the party rather late, and seeing as we were a bit tipsy, we decided to walk home. That's when a man in a trench coat, and mask approached us and began advancing toward us. I saw that he had a knife, and was instantly terrified. It was late so no one else was on the street, and he ended up cornering us in an alley. He turned his focus to Jaime, and before he could strike her, I hit him with this board. Not realizing it had nails....until we saw the pool of blood." Aaliyah gulped, terrified to continue speaking. Would their parents really turn them in?

     "And?" Charles said, eyeing Aaliyah like she weren't his child, but rather one of the many criminals he has dealt with in his career as a cop.

     "That's when I removed the mask, and took the knife." Jaime cut in, stepping around her sister.

     "The person was Richard," - "Richard Martins. Jaime's boyfriend."

     "I know who the hell he is." Charles growled, snatching the mask and knife out of Jaime's hands. "Damn it! You mean to tell me this boy lost his life cause he wanted to play games!?" He yelled, but instantly quieted down at the sound of the neighbors dog barking.

     "Oh Jesus, Charles, what are we going to do!?" The girl's mother was a mess. Her face stained with tears as she paced the living room floor.

    "Now hush now! Let me think." He said softly to her, stroking his chin hairs, his brows furrowed as his eyes went to his daughters. "Now, tell me, for the love of God, you two didn't leave his body?" Charles questioned, shocking both sisters. "Well, come on, spit it out!"

    "No...no...we dumped him in the nearby dumpster and hid his body under trash and food. We planned to burn these, and our clothes." Aaliyah explained, shaking her head no, looking down for a moment. Charles moved in closer, and placed each hand on each one of the girls shoulders. He seemed to be debating himself internally, knowing what he was about to say went against all he believed in.

    "Okay. Do it this weekend, so no one is suspicious of a late night fire on the night of the crime." He gave a small smile.

Aaliyah sighed in relief, giving her dad a small, "yes sir." Bethany stood watching the whole thing, but said nothing.

    "We're so sorry daddy." Jaime cried, moving into his arms.

    "Shhh, shhh, sweetie. It's okay." He whispered, stroking her hair back. "We'll all take this to our grave. Not a word on what has happened. Y'all hear?" He demanded, looking between each member of his family.

    "Yes sir," Aaliyah sighed, walking over to her mother who welcomed her with open arms.

    "Well you better make sure none of this comes back to us Charles." Bethany said, holding onto her daughter.

   "I won't. Fall is fast approaching. I believe it'll be a good time for our girls to study abroad." Charles said softly, looking off into the distance. Knowing exactly who to call.