After My Brother's Tragic End, I Went on a Rampage

Nicholas's POV

Confined to a psychiatric hospital, I intently followed my younger brother's wedding through a livestream. Suddenly, a man, covered in blood and completely naked, burst into the venue and began furiously bowing in front of my brother.

“Cameron, you've already messed up my face and clothes. I’m no longer a threat to you. Please, don’t lock me in the psychiatric hospital again. I swear I’ll stay far away from Kylie.”

My brother’s bride, Kylie Langford, was furious and ordered people to hit Cameron dozens of times.

"Trevor’s always been the careful type. He grew up leaning on others, but he’s got the kindest heart I’ve ever known. And you? You really went and did this to him? I must’ve been way too soft on you. Let me make one thing clear. Someone as cruel and twisted as you has no place in this family."

Right then, the whole wedding came to a stop. They shoved Cameron into a car and sent him off to some monastery to repent.

The next time I saw him, his face was covered in bruises, his chest looked caved in, and all ten of his fingers were twisted.

He didn’t even look like the same bright and cheerful guy who used to visit me.

I was furious. I forced the hospital director to sign my discharge papers.

Whoever hurt my brother was going to pay!

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When I pushed open the door to our house, I found our mother lying motionless on the bed.

My brother was dead, and Mom had gone to confront Kylie.

When Kylie heard the news, her face was filled with disbelief.

Standing next to her, Trevor suddenly smiled.

He slowly pulled out his phone. “Cameron’s dead? How could that be?”

Trevor tapped the screen with his fingertip and added, “That’s odd. The video I just received shows him fast asleep.”

In the video, my brother lay peacefully, his pale face casting shadows from his eyelashes, as though he might wake up at any moment.

Furious, my mother shoved Trevor aside. “My son is covered in wounds, lying in a morgue, dead with no explanation. You’re the ones who killed him!”

Kylie suddenly shot to her feet, her face contorted with rage. “Enough! Cameron begged for mercy, and now he’s dragging his mother into this performance?"

She scoffed as she continued, "You’re all the same, aren’t you? A real family of liars. So convincing it’s disgusting!”

Leaning back against the leather sofa, Trevor sneered. “Mrs. Knight, how you’re acting now makes Cameron look bad.”

Kylie gently dusted off her sleeve and turned to the bodyguards at the door.

“Throw them out.”

So, my mom was thrown outside and broke both her legs.

As she told me everything, I pulled back the white cloth covering my brother’s face, expressionless.

Cameron's face was torn with cuts and bruises. His chest had collapsed inward, and his limbs were twisted at impossible angles like a butterfly crushed underfoot.

Behind me, Mom was quietly crying, her voice shaking as she murmured, “It must’ve hurt, didn’t it... when Cameron died?”

My name’s Nicholas Knight. I’m his twin.

Cameron was the smart one. Bright, quick with a smile, always knew what to say.

Me? I kept to myself. I didn’t smile much, and I didn’t talk unless I had to.

People said my stare made their skin crawl, like something was wrong with me.

Nobody wanted to be around me. They called me a freak—a psycho.

Except for Cameron.

He’d hand me his last piece of candy, his eyes lighting up as if he’d just pulled off the biggest heist in the world.

“Nick, is it sweet?”

I reached out and brushed his cheek. His eyes were closed tight.

He was never going to see me again.

Funny thing is, that wasn’t the first time I lost him.

I still remember the year that got me thrown into the psych ward.

The school board director’s son decided he wanted Cameron for himself. Thought he could take what he wanted.

One day, a bunch of them jumped him on the street and dragged him into an alley. He panicked and took off running, fast as hell.

I followed. Quiet. Real close. They never even knew I was there.

When my brother finally made it out of that alley, he stopped and caught his breath, thinking he’d gotten lucky. Thought maybe they didn’t chase him.

Cameron never looked back.

So he didn’t see me standing behind them, covered in blood.

That night, the moon was full. I didn’t go home.

There was a massacre at the school board director’s house.

When the police arrived, they stood frozen in the doorway, unable to believe what they saw.

And there I was, right in the middle of it all, soaked to the bone in blood.