The reason behind Kristoph's revenge
Little Klavier was studying his guitar trying to get closer to fulfilling his dream to become a rockstar. His parents were always so proud of Klavier, as they were musicians aswell. So passionate of their music that they didn’t want to know about anything else. Kristoph always preferred to be elegant and read books. His parents always compared him to his little brother, which angered him because he felt left out most of the time. He hated his brother oh so much, always showing him up, but saying that he was just doing this ‘to be as good as his brother.’ What a lie, thought Kristoph.

His parents refused to pay any attention to Kristoph. But young Kristoph took that to his advantage. If he was neglected, he could do anything.

He decided that one day he would sneak out and run away and be who he wants to be. A life where he could kill and no one would even know it was him.

He opened the window and stuck one leg out, accidentally touching a branch and awakening little Klavier who was fast asleep a second ago.

“What are you doing, Bruder?” Asked Klavier, rubbing his eye.

“Nothing that would interest you, Klavier.” Replied Kristoph in a harsh tone.

“It looks like you’re trying to run away, ja?” Klavier said. He was always able to read his brother when he was doing something that wasn’t right.

“Why do you even care? Stay here and live your happy life, but I’m gone. Auf Wiedersehen, Klavier.” Replied Kristoph, while getting his other leg out.

“Kristoph! Nein!” Shouted Klavier while getting up and grabbing his brother’s arm and pulling him inside.
Suddenly, the door opened, revealing their parents.

“Kristoph! What are you doing?” Asked their parents in unison.

“Getting away from you! Leave me alone!” Shouted Kristoph. He tried struggling away from them, but failed.

“Kristoph! You are in so much trouble! Why don’t you try to be more like your Kleiner Bruder, Klavier?” Their parents shouted, grounding Kristoph and making sure that he feels more neglected and useless in the future.

You are going to pay for this, Klavier. I’m going to make sure I get my revenge on you, I swear. Thought Kristoph as he marched back in his bed, thinking of ways to get back at that little pest they called ‘his brother’. He would start by deceiving him and making him believe that he was always there from him. Oh yes, this was going to be very good.

Little did he know that things weren’t going to go his way…


Translation: Bruder= brother, kliener bruder= little brother, Nein= no, Ja= right?, Auf Wiedersehen= good bye, And just for lols, Klavier= piano.

It was snowing. Like white paper blown by the breeze, it swirled and danced through the cold winter air, though from a distance you could think there was nobody there to see it. Until you squinted through the snowfall and saw, indistinct but growing clearer as they came closer, two figures. Even in normal daylight, you could be forgiven for thinking that the two were twins, or possibly even a mirror image of the same person, slightly distorted.

One was plainly younger than the other and skipped ahead, bundled up in an identical black coat to the figure accompanying him. As they drew nearer, features swam into view- both had the same distinctive curl of blonde hair over the shoulder, the same blue eyes. The younger boy couldn't have been more than seven, still at an age where the world retains most of its wonder. In ten years time, they would become in turn famous and notorious, but for now....for now they were simply brothers.

"Krissi?" called the younger boy.

"Hmmm? Yes?" Kristoph Gavin looked up, only to be hit full in the face by a snowball. Clearing the ice from his glasses he scowled at his little brother.

"That's not funny, Klavi." he snapped, reaching a gloved hand inside his coat to scoop out the snow which had fallen down the neck.

"Awww, c'mon! You're no fun!" whined Klavier. "Snow's for throwing, ja? And since you didn't want to build a snowman...."

Kristoph rolled his eyes. "I didn't say I didn't want to build one, I just said that I wasn't going to donate my scarf and gloves to it. There's a difference you know, Bruderlein." As the eldest, his duty was naturally to correct his hyperactive sibling but he couldn't help smiling at Klavier's theory that the proposed snowman would "get cold" if it wasn't fully clothed.

Klavier chewed his lip- a recently obtained habit and twisted a strand of his hair around his finger. Suddenly, a beatific smile spread across his face and he spun around to face his brother.

"I know! You lie down and I'll bury you, like we do at the beach?...." he trailed off, realising from the look on Kristoph's face that there must be a flaw in his idea.

"Klavi, have you ever heard of hypothermia?"

"Is it a kind of candy?"

Please tell me he didn't just say that.... I am never letting him out in the cold by himself.

"Uhhh...sure, whatever you want, Klavi. But I'll tell you something better we can do." he said, catching hold of Klavier's hand.
"We lie down...", he tugged his brother down into the snow beside him.
"Then we stretch our arms and legs out and flap them up and down.... and then we stand up."

"It's an...angel?" Klavier stepped carefully out of the indent he'd made in the snow and brushed his bangs out of his eyes; Kristoph following suit, with considerably more grace than the younger boy.

"It is and it isn't...."

"How can something be and not be at the same time? It doesn't make sense!"

"Well...." Kristoph pursed his lips. How to explain? "To put it simply, it looks like an angel, but it can't be because angels aren't real."

"They're not? Then what is real?" Klavier looked as though he was dangerously close to crying.

"I'm real and you're real. Isn't that all we need to know?"

By now the snow was falling more sparsely, so that the sky, pale violet with the clouds pleated in soft ripples, was visible. Kristoph became aware that he was cold. Much colder than he would have liked. In fact, his teeth were chattering so hard that he could barely hear himself think and the remains of the snowball were melting into icy water that trickled down his back.

His little brother peered at him,a concerned expression on his face.

"You don't have hyperthlolmia, do you, Krissi?"