All she heard on the other end were the exact words she didn’t want to hear: “Meet me at the top of our hill.”
She slowly snapped the phone closed and numbly went to a gilded case under the TV. She pulled out the semi-automatic, made sure it worked properly, and made the trek to a big hill about a mile away.
Moments before Yura reached the hill, she saw her brother, Yuri. He looked relatively similar from the last time she saw him. He still wore the same spiky hair, black suit and pants that he did that day 3 years ago. It’s not a if he didn’t change, though. For one, he grew slightly taller, making Yura the shorter one; a young Yura would miss the teasing insults she would have for him. The big change though, was, of course, his right arm. What was once just an arm covered in bandages and a black scar that wrapped all around was now something far worse, with the suit ripped in places to reveal red tentacles coming out from many spots on his arm. She could also see that the blackness spread to his neck, while the fabric of the white shirt under the suit was constantly wrinkling, as if more tentacles were under there.
He spoke, though with a strained voice: “Nice that you’re…dressed for the occasion, as I am.” Yura looked down and remembered the gray dress that she put on earlier in the afternoon, though whatever reason she did so seemed trivial compared to now.
She called back: “And I see you haven’t changed much since I last saw you. Besides, of course, the obvious.”
“Glad to hear that,” he responded. “But, enough about the pleasantries; we have a…hill to climb! Last one to do so is a loser!”, leading to him running up the hill on Yura’s left. Not one to be outdone, even in this situation, she proceeded to follow him, staying close, but always slightly behind him, to make sure he was not pushing himself. The hill wasn’t a terribly hard climb, despite how steep it was, and was covered in grass.
Yuri got to the top of the hill, first. He said: “Well…it seems…that you…are a loser…Sis.”
“You may have won this time, but I’ll get my revenge, Bro”, Yura replied, “…though we both know that there won’t be another time.”
They stood on the hill overlooking the sea for a bit in silence, with only the waves of sea and the sound of moving tentacles breaking the quiet.
Yura broke the silence: “Y-you sure you want to do this now? I mean, maybe I could look in a place you haven’t gone to yet, or maybe try another subst-
“No. It’s gone…too far anyway to…stop now. I’m…barely hanging…on, as we speak. The only way to…make sure is…to kill the host,” Yuri replied.
Yura, conceding to her brother’s truth, slowly cocked the gun. Yuri slowly walked over and gave his sister a one-armed hug as she placed the gun to her brother’s head.
With tears streaming down her face, she spoke: “I’ll always remember what you were, Yuri. My stupid, short, wonderful brother.”
He responded: “I’m glad…to hear that. The only regret…I have is that…I didn’t spend more time… with you. I’ll miss you, Yura. Maybe…in the next world…things will be…better.”
As the tentacles, who began to notice their impending death, started to lengthen and tried to grab the gun or the arm holding it, Yura spoke her last request to her brother: “Close your eyes…”
Witnesses later on heard two bangs, only minutes past each other. When they traced the sound back to its source, they saw the body of a woman with a bullet hole in her temple and a red, bubbling spot in the shape of a person. The locals have blocked off that hill ever since, while the sea brought the truth of what happened to the siblings down to its depths, never to rise again.