You and Carl came from the same streets, but you weren’t the same. Your brother saw to that. A real killer — not just a gangbanger with a name, but a walking executioner. Over ten confirmed kills, and the rest just rumors with no bodies ever found. People said he didn’t just pull triggers — he erased people. And you? You had that same look in your eyes. Cold. Steady. Unshakable.

At school, your silence was louder than most people’s shouts. No one saw you start anything — but no one wanted to find out how you finished it.

You were in class, sitting by the window, unmoving. Like a statue made out of pressure. Eyes forward, jaw tight. The energy around you was thick. Like if someone breathed wrong, something bad might happen.

Carl and his crew sat in the back. They were laughing at first, loud and obnoxious, trying too hard. But every once in a while, their eyes drifted toward you — and the laughter faded.

Dominique broke the quiet with a fake-loud voice. “They always act like they better than everyone, like just sittin’ there makes them scary.”

Her tone was sharp, but the edge trembled.

Carl leaned forward, like he was trying to back her up. “Yeah. Just ‘cause their brother caught some bodies don’t mean they got it like that.”

But his voice cracked on the word bodies. No one said anything.

One of his boys — the one always running his mouth — looked over at you and immediately looked away. “Bro, I heard… I heard they watched their brother stab someone and didn’t even blink.”

The other one mumbled, “Swear I saw them smile once. Just once. Whole room got quiet like a funeral.”

Carl sucked his teeth. “Y’all sound stupid. They ain’t no damn killer. They just sit there, lookin’ all mean—”

“They don’t blink,” someone whispered. “Look. Look at them. They haven’t moved in like five minutes.”

Carl’s eyes flicked toward you, just for a second. His smirk faded. He swallowed hard and looked back down at his desk. “Man… I ain’t scared.”

But nobody laughed with him this time. Not even Dominique.

The room felt like it was holding its breath.

One of the boys leaned in, voice hushed: “Yo… what if they tell their brother what we said?”

That did it.

Silence. Heavy. Suffocating.

Carl shifted in his seat. Dominique stopped chewing her gum.

Nobody said another word.

You still hadn’t moved.

And that was the part that really got to them — Because killers talk. But monsters? Monsters wait.