*Trigger Warning: Violence and Gore*

Noise, noise, noise! So much noise! Why is it so loud?!

Agnes was laying in her bed as she listened to her baby brother crying in the next room over. She was done. Getting up, the two-year-old went into her baby brother's room, and just stood there for a moment. She watched and listened to his wails and cries, before she turned around and headed back into the hallway. Agnes ended up going into the kitchen. She looked around before she spotted what she was looking for. Pulling a chair over to the counter, she climbed up, getting onto the chair and grabbed what she wanted. After she had it, she got down, pushed the chair in, and went back to her baby brother's room. Walking into his room, she didn't waste any time...

Wails and shrieks of extreme pitches and volume is what woke the two parents. They got up, and quickly headed to Louis' room, only to find Agnes with a butcher knife in hand, stabbing the poor babe repeatedly in the chest. It was mostly silent, aside from the sound of the blade entering and leaving the little body. Blood coated the white sheets under the young one, and coated Agnes' clothes. After a moment or two had passed, Agnes noticed her parents. She looked over at them, giving them a blank stare that would make the Devil himself get goosebumps.

It took a moment, but the adults finally got their minds in check. Elizabeth let out a heartbroken wail of terror and pain as she moved over, pulling the little dead baby into her arms and cradling the body to her chest. She sunk down to sit, and cradle the corpse to her chest as she sobbed and rocked in immense pain and sorrow.

James walked over to crouch by the little girl, keeping a few feet away from her at least. "Agnes, darling. Can you tell me what happened?" Although he sounded calm, he was far from it. James was absolutely terrified that this horrific scene could've been caused by his two-year-old daughter. 

Agnes spoke up after a moment. "He was too noisy. He wouldn't stop." She showed irritation at this, puffing out her cheeks. This action would've been cute, if it had not been for the blood on her clothes and face. The reasoning made sense to her, and that was all she cared about.

The two parents spent the next few days cleaning up the room and their daughter. They told the family about how their son had died, but not how since they didn't want anyone else to know. They took Agnes to more doctors, but nothing still. Weeks passed, and a funeral was finally set up for the two-month-old babe that died at the hands of his older sister.