'It's a great idea son, you just have to do it,' he heard her say.
"Yes mother, you're right. I will take care of it tonight." he told the voice as he walked into the house.
The evening went on as if nothing happened the night before. Clarice stayed in her room doing homework and working on her chemistry table. Bellatrix finished her homework and played with Annie, and Norman sat and watched television... waiting. He knew for his plan to work everyone would have to be in bed first and so he waited, patiently.
"Time for bed kids!" Charles said as he picked up Annie to carry her to her crib.
Bellatrix and Norman got up without an argument and headed to their separate rooms. Bellatrix and Clarice shared the basement and Norman's room was the only room on the second floor. Norma's room and Annie's crib was on the third floor. Norman waited till he could hear his mother and Charles sleeping, then he crept to the attic. He needed to get something first as mother had told him not to get caught.
Finding what he was looking for, Norman quickly changed and headed back down the stairs. 'You look beautiful Norman,' he heard his mother say.
"I'm not Norman! I am Clarice!" he screamed quietly.
"You love me mother, I know you do. I also know you love Clarice. If I get rid of her and become both you will love me twice as much." Norman said.
'Yes Norman, you are right. I will love you more. You can be Clarice and Norman, I will love you so much more.'
Norman grabbed what he needed from the kitchen and headed to his sisters room. He saw Bellatrix first as she was on the bottom bunk. 'Be quiet Clarice, you don't want to wake her,' mother stated and Clarice agreed. 'Yes mother, I promise not to wake her.'
Norman climbed up to Clarice's bed and shook her legs. At first she didn't wake up, but he shook again and said her name.
"What do you want you little creep," Clarice muttered sleepily.
"Annie won't quit crying and mother won't wake up," Norman whispered.
"Can't you take care of it?" she said and rolled over.
"No, I tried, she won't stop."
Clarice signed and sat up. "Why are you wearing my old dress you freak?" she asked as she started to climb down the ladder.
"Because Mother told me too." Norman replied sounding a lot like a girl.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? I swear mother dropped you on your head too many times." she stepped off the ladder and looked and Norman with disgust.
"Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me "Stop, if you loved me, you'd stop!"
"What the fuck are you talking abou....."
Just then Norman squirted the lighter fluid on his sister and threw the lit match he had in his hand at her. She caught fire and he laughed.
"A boy's best friend is his mother." Norman said as he walked away.
He could hear Clarice's screams as he walked up the stairs. 'Good job son, maybe she'll die like that maid.'
"We can only hope mother."
Norman felt satisfied as he undressed and hid Clarice's dress. He crawled into bed with a smile on his face. Maybe in the morning he'd have one less sister to share his mother's love with.
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Clarice stepped out of the shower and thought about what her brother had just done. 'Some balls that one has.' she thought as she put her burnt clothing into a bad to throw away. 'He wants a war, I'll give him a war.'
The next morning Clarice walked into the kitchen to find her brother alone. She stood behind him for some time thinking of what she could do to him.
"Don't you touch me Clarice," Norman said as he spooned another bite into his mouth. "Last night was nothing compared to what mother said I could do."
Clarice didn't say a word to Norman, instead she headed back down stairs to get dressed. She wanted out of this house and out of Normans evil stare. There was something about him that morning that made her blood curdle. Maybe she was just feeling uneasy because he had actually tried to kill her, but she didn't think so. Her sweet innocent little brother was gone, and something much more sinister had taken his place.
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