text: From the Prompt - **You've just walked in on your sibling murdering someone, and they are surprised by how unfazed you are.** My answer was to long to post it there so I am putting it up here. &#x200B; Blood, I could smell it permeating the air. It smelled a little like rusted pennies and funnily enough raw hamburgers. I knew the smell well, but why the hell was I smelling it now? In my family home where I have never done any of those, well, hidden activities. Curious, I began my investigation through the living room to the kitchen. Nothing cooking in here. I moved on my eyes flicking to the laundry, the door was open a load of washing was on but no blood could be seen. I went on to the hallway towards the back of the house. The smell got stronger and I began to worry Had I fucked up had I been seen one night? Had I been followed back to my family home. Was I about to find the body of my mother and father slaughtered in there bed? I didn’t really know how to feel about that, feelings of any kind confused me. Still I did my best to copy what I saw in others. I told my parents quite often that I loved them, I smiled and hugged them, when they did something that pleased me and reminded myself that I should do the same in return. That was the normal thing to do and I had to look normal so as to not get unwanted attention. Stopping at their bedroom the door was open, the bed made, clothing put away neatly in draws and closets. The headboard and bed side tables were even clutter and dust free. I moved on. Bathroom, clean and clear. My old childhood bedroom now an office. A little messy with paperwork but still clear. My eyes locked onto the last door, right at the end of the hallway, my little sisters room. I let out a soft breath and edged towards her door wondering what I would find. She was 5 years younger then me and a pain in the ass. Id thought of killing her often, spent hours dwelling on how I could get away with it so no one would be able to trace things back to me. Id been young, immature and no plan was ever perfect enough, it meant she survived to reach adulthood, lucky bitch. She also stopped being such a pain in the ass. I’m sure my moving out helped a lot with that. Now this. The smell of blood. Had someone else killed my sister? If so they were fucking dead. I’d hunt them down and spend a few days skinning them. Id rip out there teeth and nails one by one, break there fingers then any other bone that I felt like shattering It wouldn’t be quick, whoever it was would suffer until there hearts gave out from the agony. My long strong fingers curled around the door handle and I was turning it when the thought that the killer could be still in there and I had no weapon. To late to retreat now, I pushed hard on the door letting it swing back to hit the wall letting me know no one was hiding behind it. A woman screamed and turned to face me both of us stood frozen staring at one another. She was drenched in blood, it covered her from head to toe dripping from her hair onto her shoulders soaking into her once white shirt. I could still see the image of a unicorn on it and frowned. I knew that shirt, and the one adult childish enough to wear it at 22 “Debbie” I said with disbelief “Jamie” yep that was her voice I looked past her to the mess on her bed, the body had been stabbed multiple times even now a knife protruded from the body. I stepped closer to have a better look and my sister stumbled back stopping only when her shoulders hit her cupboard doors. “what a mess” I said looking now at the room, blood had sprayed up to hit the walls, it had soaked into the carpet and the bed, well the bed was done for. She would never be able to get the blood out and give it a few days and the smell would be unbearable. I sighed “your lucky I have a truck with room for all this shit” I hissed wondering where to even start. Id never been this messy “your, your not gonna call the cops” she shook as I looked at her “the cops, why would I call them?” wide eyes stared at me “I killed someone” I nodded this was fact, why she was stating the obvious thought I never understood why people did that “yeah I see that” “that's wrong” It was? funny I never felt that way “they why did you do it” she curled in on herself at my question her slim arms hugging herself “he, he” and her voice died I looked back to the face trying to work out who the stiff was “he tried” she started again and petered out I rolled my eyes not wanting to stand here while she tried to explain and failed “whatever, he is dead now and we need to deal with this fucking mess” I had rolls of plastic in my car. Duck-tape, rope and chemicals as well as a plastic body suit. I turned to go get it “don't leave me” I turned back as my sister cried out and the first of many tears began “your really not freaked out by this?” she pushed off from the door she had been leaning against “no, and I’m not leaving, I’m getting plastic to wrap this shit in so it doesn’t contaminate the rest of the house when we drag it out" She used her hands to swipe at the tears it only smeared the blood around more “when are mum and dad coming home?” I needed to know “tomorrow” she hick-upped after telling me and I let out a small breath. At least that was good news this would take hours to clean up and mum and dad would insist on calling the cops even if that meant sending there baby girl to prison for the rest of her life. “go have a shower” I snapped “try not to get blood everywhere” I had a second plastic body suit in my car that would fit her with some minor modifications, I'd be damned if I was cleaning this up on my own. Walking off I was lugging things back in happy to hear the water going in the bathroom. I made a note to clean that room to, everything would need a good scrub down with bleach and a lot of it. At least Debbie was doing as she was told. For once. I rolled my eyes again as I ripped off the first heavy duty garbage bag from the roll and began to stuff loose items into it. I didn't care if it was clothing, stuffed toys from her childhood or school books, everything was replaceable. This was step one of the clean up. I'd need help taking it all out, that was step two. I already had a disposal spot in mind, one I have looked into for my next project but I guess that would have to wait. Step three would be wrapping up the stiff for that Debbie would have to help me Hearing the water shut off a good half an hour later my sister was dressed in her ratty gardening clothing when she came back to her room. Clearly she didn't want to ruin any of her good stuff as she liked to call it, I found half of it vomit inducing, all the pink and sparkle and her obversion with fucking unicorns, blah. What was wrong with black on practical black? yet another thing I didn't get. thankfully I was a guy so I didn't have to worry to much about fashion and shit. holding my hand up to halt her at the threshold she looked to the bags already filled with blood spattered items. “stop” I pointed to the plastic suit I had hanging on the door “put that on first” her eyes went back to the body on her bed “hurry up” she pulled it on taping down the openings like I told her after also putting on booties and gloves then came in. together we wrapped the body she didn't complain as I instructed her on the best way to wrap so as to avoid seepage and so that we could carry the body with ease. Next was the mattress and all the coverings, she would need a new bed after this. Hell I’d even splurge and buy her one for being such a good sport about this even if I was the one doing her the big ass favor here. As night fell we moved everything out to my car. The mattress fit, just barely. Everything else pilled in on top. Going back to clean, her carpet was ripped up, that would be hard to explain to the parental unit but not as hard as the massive blood stain. Id get her a huge ass rug to cover the un-polished floor if I had to. The cleaning went on for hours the chemicals strong enough to make even my eyes water as we wiped every surface down three times over, just to be sure not a spot was missed. Only when I was satisfied did we stop, having worked until the wee hours of the morning. Feeling bone tired and seeing my sister was on the verge of passing out I considered letting her stay home to sleep in mum and dads bed for a few hours while I took out the trash but she insisted on coming with me as we that’s when the conversation I didn’t really want to have came. I should have known “how do you know how to do this?” I sighed wondering how much to tell her, if I even should tell her knowing that after the trauma of tonight wore off or at least dulled a bit she would come to see me in a new light. I’d no longer be the weird annoying big brother, I’d be the killer big brother the freak. “I just do” I muttered hoping she would be satisfied with the answer and let it go at that but no she was a girl she wanted to talk about her feelings and all that shit. I ignored the next few questions as the spic finally turned to why she had done it. I had expected the answer to be he had hit her, had hurt her in some other way, maybe even tried to rape her but no instead she admitted that she has had these feelings for a while now. She would break up with boyfriends when the desire to kill them got to great but tonight something had snapped and the knife she kept sandwiched between her baseboard and mattress had ended up in her hand while she had been making out with her latest guy. Before she knew it the blade was in his flesh “it was so easy” I nodded understanding “and the blood, so much blood” she sighed making me look at her because I knew that sigh had made that sigh myself a few times “I should have planned better” she admitted after several minuets of driving in silence “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t shown up to help me bro” I rolled my eyes knowing what would have happened. She would have done a crap job of cleaning up. Mum and dad would have come home. Eventually the smell of blood rotting in her mattress and carpet would have stunk out the whole house just as an investigation on the disappearance of the boy really truly began. One cop showing up just for a chat would have been enough for them to be suspicious and she would be taken in for questioning. Things would only go down hill for her from there. “yeah you should have planned better” I said “but I can teach you that” the words slipped out before I really thought it through “really?” I could hear the hope in her voice and knew I had to follow through now with my promise “yeah” “wicked” the word made me smirk “yeah we are” reaching out to turn the music on because I didn't want to talk any more 'bad to the bone' came on making me roll my eyes and my sister laugh aloud “how appropriate” she commented turning it up so the base boomed, wasn’t it just, I thought.