The cult
Louis throw the brown sugar headed boy in the trunk. His eyes was still black, He drives off into the night.
The next morning Marcel opens his eyes to find himself in a trunk of a car he started to hyperventilate, sweating bullets his heart beat accelerate fast. Marcel is claustrophobic.
"HELP!!" He cries out.
Louis hear the cries of Marcel and stop the car at an old house. He gets out the car, opening the trunk. Marcel pop up quickly to find Louis starring right at him with his eyes still black.
"Get out the car!!" Louis demanded
Marcel just look at him doing as he says like he was a robot.
"Get in the house."
Marcel went right in the house no question asks. It was like Louis was controlling his mind his and thoughts. When they get in the house Louis grab the young boy by the arm and slam him to the wall. Louis stares into Marcel dark green eyes.
"Who's Harry?" Louis questioned.
"My twin brother." Marcel says without hesitation.
Louis smiled, his eyes blacker than ever.
"Oh really... Where is he?"
"I don't know," he answered motionless.
He grab Marcel face in anger, looking into his eyes trying to figure out where his twin brother was.Louis vision
Harry walks up to a another curly headed boy. He sits next to him talking about Marcel.
"He didn't come home last night. We kept calling and he won't pick his phone. I'm worried George, He seemed cranky and distance. Mom think he's going to hurt himself again, she's watching him like a hawk. I don't know what to do."
The George looks at Harry.
"Maybe he's with those guys. He's always with them." George says.
"What guys ? what do they look?" Harry asks confused.
"One has brown hair and blue eyes and he's pale, He hangs with two other guys. One a bit darker with black hair and hazel eyes and the other... Well his name liam. I only know him, but they seem a bit off. I always see Marcel with them... Oh yea and they all have this really weird tattoo or something like that, but it looks like a burn mark instead."
Harry jumps up. He remember Marcel had a weird burn mark too.
"Is it a triangle with a circle in it?" He ask George.
He nods his head in agreement. Harry knew something was wrong. He grab his phone out his bag dialing Marcel.
Louis vision ends
"Your brother is going to call," he says with an evil grin.
Within seconds Marcel phone rings.
"Pick it up." Marcel digs in his pocket and pulls out his phone pressing the call button.
"Start crying." Louis demanded quietly so Harry won't hear him.
With that Marcel started to ball is eyes out.
"What wrong Marcel?" Harry ask from the other line.
"Tell him that your sick and tried of living." Louis tells him.
"Harry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, I just-can't do this anymore... I... I'm tried of living... I'm sick of it all!"
You can hear the tiny gasps from Harry mouth.
"Don't you fucking talk like that. Marcel I swear... don't you dare do anything stupid."
Marcel looks at Louis waiting for another demanded. Out of nowhere Louis pulls a gun from his pocket and gives it to Marcel.
"Hold it to your head, and tell him your about to do it."
Marcel takes the gun from him, preparing the gun. Harry hears all the clicks from the gun.
"Marcel what are you doing?" Harry ask in a panic.
He holds the gun by his temple even those he was getting mind control by Louis, Marcel didn't want to die now. He knew that his mother would be extremely sad without him there, and Harry would hate him.
"I'm sorry Harry, I... I have to this." He mumbled out.
Marcel slowly puts his hand on the trigger. Louis stares at Marcel with a evil look. The tears in Marcel eyes flow harder, but Louis didn't care.
"MARCEL PLEASE DON'T DO THIS...PLEASE!!" Harry yelled over the phone. "Where are you? I'll meet you and we can talk... please Marcel I'm begging you."
Louis heard all of it and told Marcel do put down the gun. A sigh of relief hits Marcel mouth.
"Tell him where you are." Louis ordered him.
Marcel told his twin brother where he was but didn't tell him who he was with.
15 minutes later Harry burst through the old house door
"Marcel."
"I'm here." His tiny voice called out.
Harry followed voice through house to see his brother on the floor with the gun in his hand. Harry heart beat started to race. Harry slowly walks to his brother.
"Marcel give me the gun." Harry points out his hand to him.
"You want this gun?" Marcel ask
"That's the only gun in your hand." Harry says sarcastically.
Marcel hold the gun to his temple. "Your going to have to take it out of my cold dead hand." He says in a deep voice. Harry stood there in complete shock.
"Please Marcel give my gun. You don't have to do this." He gets closer to his twin brother.
Marcel backs away from Harry.
"Just let me do this one thing... Harry please!" Marcel grips the gun tight pushing it harder to his temple.
Tears were falling from Harry's face.
"Marcel what has gotten into you? This is not you. Why Marcel I just wanna help."
Marcel stood there in silence and started crying.
"Please Marcel don't cry." Harry said in a soft voice. "Me and mom will get you some help... OK... I know you been distance. Those guys your hanging out with are messing with your head. You were fine until they came In the picture. You were a happy lad, well you at less you tried. Don't make one stupid mistake, I begging you as a brother and a friend... please put the gun down."
Marcel still standing there with his hand on the trigger, runs away from Harry and upstairs. Harry quickly follows him but was quickly stopped when Louis fist connected to Harry face causing him to drop to the floor. Louis covered Harry's face with a rag making him inhale the tonic substance, within seconds Harry passed out. Marcel walks down the stairs seeing his brother passed out.
Louis looks up at Marcel.
"Good job. Marcel. Maybe I won't kill you."
"Please don't hurt him," Marcel begged Louis." He has nothing to do-" But before he could finish Louis throws Marcel into the closet locking it. He drags Harry into the living room.
You can hear the cries of Marcel begging to open the door. Louis looks down at Harry who was still knocked out, he places his hand on Harry forehead causing his eyes to open quickly. Harry stares at Louis as his green eyes became black just as Louis.
"Welcome back." Louis said.
Harry smiles at Louis.
"It's good to be back." He gets up and looks at the near by mirror. "Nice job, you pick me out a nice meat suit... What's the name of this person I'm wearing?" He asks.
"It's Harry... and you have a twin brothers Marcel."
Harry eyes shot at Louis.
"Where is he?" Louis points at the closet which was now quiet. Harry walks over to the closet opening it to find his brother curled in a ball.
"Marcel." Harry called out.
Marcel lifts his head up, looking at his brother, to find that his eyes were black too.
Marcel's POV
What the hell did Louis do to him. I gave a huge sigh. Harry's strong arms lifts me and pulls me to the living room. Louis was there looking out the window.
"What did you do to him!?" I yelled out.
Louis gave me a evil look.
"He's mine now."
"Why are you doing this? Just get out of Louis and Harry body! Just get the hell away."
I sudden felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I yelled out In pain.
"You talk to me like that again. I'll hurt you bad." Louis says. He walks out the door.
"See you later Marcel." He laughs giving me a evil grin. He than walks out the house and drives into his car.
"Well I guess it's me and you bro."
How great now I'm stuck with my possessed brother.
We finally reach home.
"Wait." I stopped Harry. "Please don't hurt her... she has nothing to do with this."
"Why would I do that?" He says sarcastically.
"I'm serious... please."
"Why would I hurt my own mother?" He smiles. Harry blinks and his eyes went back to normal. "Let's go Marcel"
I open the front door, my mother was cooking dinner. She turns around to us.
Her face expression was angry and bitter.
"Marcel Styles where the hell did you go last night?"
"I went to my friends house... I'm sorry I didn't tell you." She came over to me holding me tight. "I'm glad your ok, but don't you ever do that again... ok." She let's me go. "Are you guys hungry I made spaghetti and meat balls?"
She than look over at Harry. Who kept staring at her. "You ok sweetie?"
"Yea mum just really hungry." She grabs his hand leading him to the dinner table. "I'll get you food soon honey... Come on Marcel "
She puts the plate of food in front of us.
"Hope you like it." She smiled.
I look at the food it looks so good right now. I look back at her smiling.
"Thanks mum." She walks back into the kitchen.
I turn my head back to food to find a horrifying scene. The spaghetti suddenly become worms and maggots. I push the plate away from me.
"What's wrong Marcel?" Harry asks with a sinister smile. I look at him, knowing he was messing with head right now. He looks at me laughing.
"Mum slave over the stove, cooking you this dinner and you won't eat it. That's rude Marcel Styles."
Mum walks back in.
"Marcel why aren't you eating?"
"He says it looks nasty." Harry lied.
"I didn't say that... Shut up Harry." He looked at me with a angry look. He looks straight into my eyes.
"Eat the food Marcel." He pushes the plate back to me and handed me the fork.
I grab the fork, digging the fork into the plate picking up the worms that was wiggling on fork. I took a deep breath placing the fork in my mouth, I slowly chewed I felt all the slime in my mouth sliding down my throat.
"Good job Marcel doesn't it taste delicious." Harry smiled
I nod my head in agreement.
"Finish it." Harry demand. I did as Harry said. My mum and Harry sat there as I eat the whole thing.
"See it wasn't so bad." Mum told me.
I didn't have anything to say, I was just force to eat worms and maggots no one else saw it but me. I got up heading towards the stairs when I hard slap hit my shoulder.
"Where are you going?" Harry asks
"Upstairs." I said little aggressive.
"I'm not done with you." He pushes me against the wall. "I'm just getting started with you." He gets close to ear. "I will eliminate you if that's the last thing I'll do." He moves away from me going towards the living room. I stood there shocked.
What the hell did I get myself into?

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