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whom else on the estate watched her strip off and dance naked in front of her window. Kevin couldn’t be the only one who eagerly waited for her to perform. He bet that he was the only one who had a decent set of binoculars, though.
    The dark tiles received a spray of piss when someone hammered on the bathroom door. He clenched his teeth so he wouldn’t say anything that would earn him a slapping later on.
    “For fuck’s sake, come on, you annoying little bastard. Get the fuck out of there; I need to have a shit.”
    “Out of the mouths of angels,” he whispered. His sister had such an eloquent way with words. “I won’t be long!” shouted Kevin.
    The girl banged on the door again. He frowned; that was weird, it sounded like she’d fallen against it. Maybe she’d fainted or had a stroke. No, he couldn’t be that lucky. Why didn’t his parent have her adopted, or better still, thrown her in the dustbin when she was younger? God, he so hated that bitch.
    “I said I won’t be long,” he shouted.
    This was so unfair. It looked like he was going to get his confrontation after all. Kevin should have stayed where he was. He and Thom could have then slipped out while she was busy in the toilet.
    Kevin unlocked the door and grabbed the handle, knowing for a fact that this day just couldn’t get any worse. As he turned the handle, the door flew back, almost knocking him into the bath. Kevin gasped in horror as two figures spilled into the room. Claire fell onto the hard floor with the other boy landing on her stomach.
    “What the fuck are you doing, Thom?”
    Kevin jumped back as Thom’s arm snaked out and tried to grab his leg. The blows that Claire rained down on her assailant were having no effect. Her eyes met Kevin’s, and the look of desperation and terror he saw in there kicked him into action.
    He ran forward and grabbed the back of Thom’s hair and pulled. He found himself flying back into the wall holding a handful of black hair. Thom didn’t even scream out.
    “Get the fuck off my sister!” Kevin yelled.
    Thom lunged towards the screaming girl. Her shrieks intensified as he fastened his teeth on her cheek and bit down. Her shrieking abruptly stopped when Thom pulled his head back, leaving behind a bloodied red hole in the side of her face. He spat out the chunk of flesh, fastened his bloodstained teeth around the side of Claire’s neck, and clamped his jaw shut.
    Kevin tore his gaze away from the dying light in his sister’s eyes and looked down at the boy sitting on Claire’s chest; he’d sat back up with his mouth full of his sister’s flesh and was chewing like a contented cow.
    Thom turned his head. He stopped chewing and began to moan, and Kevin’s eyes widened in disbelief when Claire began to move again and started to moan too.
    “Claire?”
    Her eyes were as still as those in a filleted fish. He knew that she was dead, and yet she still moved. His mind tilted to one side and threatened to shut down completely. His instinct for self-preservation only reasserted itself when he spotted that Thom still had hold of his pissing binoculars. He snatched them from his fingers and brought them down upon the top of Thom’s head.
    “These are mine, you fucking murderer,” he sobbed.
    Kevin pulled them out of the top of Thom’s head, watching in morbid fascination as the circular indentation he’d left in the top of the boy’s head began to fill up with dark red blood. Thom didn’t seem to notice that he’d been hurt. Kevin brought them down again, harder this time, then jumped over the sprawl of legs and arms. He looked back to see Claire pushing the now still body off her.
    There was no doubt that his sister had become just like Thom.
    “I’m so sorry,” he said, as tears ran down his face.
    She groaned louder when he took a step back.
    “I’ll get help, Claire, I promise. Don’t you …”
    Kevin groaned himself as he gazed down the stairs and saw that some man had crawled through