They both looked alike, Imogen and Sam, but because they hid their genetic connection they just looked like two people who happened to look similar. If you paid attention then it was more noticeable. He died his hair black, she remained ginger. Despite not looking traditionally gypsy, both were gypsy through and through. Both never washed, and he had that self defeating malice for anyone decent.
They inserted themselves into the peripheral of the alternative scene in the city, where they could prey upon the lost and vulnerable.
Sam was inwardly much more deranged than he outwardly appeared. His entire family suffered from schizophrenia and none sought help, therapy or medication for it. He also had OCD which mixed with the schizophrenia caused his obsessions to be very unhinged and ritualistic. He had a Jackal and Hyde personality, and he was brought up to be bratty, which led to nuclear tantrums that lasted hours. His father had bolstered his impenetrable ego by saying that he was special and above everyone else, that he was a “lord among flies”.
His sister had her parents speaking in her ear constantly so was the sensible one. She wasn’t very bright at all but then she was never tasked to do much.
They had been planning his dads murder and the robbery for years. There were a few mishaps but everything was in place: the new ‘girlfriend’, a separate ‘seducer’ for his dad, and the means. His dad had a hereditary illness so had limited mobility, which made things easier. And his dad had stored his money in zipped up bags, rather than using a bank, which made it the perfect crime.
There were three things that he had to do: hide his dads heart pills, tick, administer the poison via his food, tick, and crank up the earphones to full (which would destroy his dads brain making survival impossible), tick. He sat back and casually played computer games whilst his dad died horrifically. His new girlfriend helpfully went the toilet and heard his dad asking for his help, so came back and told him so. He said that he always does that in his sleep. She was so annoying.
In the morning he went straight in, checked that his dad was dead and called his sister. She came straight away and collected the money, and some bags of tramadol that his dad had hoarded. He then cleaned up everything and coldly notified everyone that his dad had just died. His ever so helpful girlfriend called the police who attended scene and notified the coroner.
The police also took his dads keys and credit cards, and they also found a couple of bags of drugs and confiscated them.
Despite these slight setbacks, Sam considered the operation a success. He quickly disposed of everything in his dads room. His dads whole life was put in bin bags and dumped into the bin, like he had never existed in the first place. His sister joined him and bitterly ripped up precious things, her face twisted with spite. These people had no concept of Karma, doing ill of the dead, or bad juju. And gleefully cursed themselves in many ways.
Sam had expected to just keep the house but a solicitor soon arrived and explained how everything would go and what needed to be done. Sam was predictably outraged but the money was safe with one of his sisters and that would do. His other sister, a tall blonde, and her son were given a cut for taking care of the cremation. It had been the perfect crime.
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