Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-34823985-20180303032925

Revkah stood there in the doorway of her brothers room. The car crash expression on her face made Lorn forget all about the insult he had thought up last night. Lorn was kind of a dick to his big sister, but hey, that's a little brother's perogative. With seemingly real concern in his delivery he asked, "Why do you look like your boyfriend died, sis?" Suddenly remembering the before mentioned insult, a boyish sneer crept onto his face, but he decided to save that one for later. He chose instead to roll with the boyfriend angle. "Nope, even worse, huh sis? He dumped you, didn't he?"

Lorn rolled back on his bed and began to laugh riotously, but his laughing quickly died. Revkah didn't turn red and swat at him, call him a little turd, or use any of her go-to reactions. She just stood there casting a shadow over Lorn's bedroom, staring at the empty hamster cage. Now Lorn really was concerned as he sat up and responded with a puzzled face.

Lorn couldn't believe it, Revkah had rendered him speechless. Revkah's gaze slowly turned away from the hamster cage and fixed on Lorn. Lorn gulped involuntarily. What the hell was wrong with his sister? Revkah's mouth slowly opened, a tear rolled down her cheek as she blurted out "I think I killed your hamster!"

Lorn nearly 'aw shit' himself. "You dumbass, meatball died like a month ago." He threw his pillow at his sister. She deftly caught it and returned it, catching Lorn right in the face. She rushed across to her room and slammed the door. She could hear her brother still throwing a fit in his room.

Revkah wasn't a hamster killer, but she didn't feel relieved. "If it wasn't his stupid hamster then what the hell was on my face last night?" She examined the reddish black splat on the wall. Dried ichor lead down the wall to a congealed puddle. A pair of little red footprints trailed under her bed. 