Twin Moon - Chapter 253 - It Happened To Her
Aurora.
One second he was sitting there beside me, looking at me, and the next he was gone. I watched him run from the car and embrace the small woman in the driveway. They held each other for what felt like forever. She had her back to me so I couldn’t see her face, but I could see Gunner’s. His eyes sparkled as he stared at her, his mouth flashed a full toothy grin. He never looked that way around me, he never looked at me like the way he did her. The more I watched, the more I burned. He picked her up and spun her around through the air. Her long hair covered her face, but I can only assume she looked as sickly happy as Gunner did. There was so much joy and happiness. I admit I felt envious. As she wrapped her legs around him, they just about consumed each other's faces. I felt myself growl before I knew it was coming. I hate her. I don’t know her, but I know I don’t like her. This must be Zee. His elusive Mate. I’m excited to kill her, and I know I'll enjoy it.
I turned away from their nauseating display, and looked over the other people that had gathered to greet him. One man, a large bearded man, is quite possibly Gunner’s doppelganger. The rest were all a random bunch of nobodies. A tall blonde woman that somewhat resembled Gunner, a strong looking redhaired male and a few others. My eyes landed on a taller woman with dark brown hair. She stood holding hands with a shorter woman. The tall one felt familiar somehow, like I had seen her before, but I can’t place where. Gunner was talking to the girl in his arms when a small dark haired lady ran over to them. She affectionately touched Gunner’s face while she held her arm around the girls back. They're close it would seem. The bearded man strolled over with a smile and pressed his head against Gunner’s. That's weird. So, this must be his family. If he has a family, he most definitely isn’t a creation of the hunters like me. Petri Dish babies don’t have families. I think that’s the final piece of proof I needed. But it only makes for more questions, where or how did he get powers like the ones he has.
The four of them talked for a little while, before the woman I assume is Zee, jumped from his arms and tried to drag him away. I suppose I had better get out of the car and make myself known. Even though Gunner has probably already forgotten that I'm still here. As much as I didn’t want any part of this happy family reunion, I couldn’t hide in the car forever. I pushed open the door and slid out. I slowly marched to the front of the car and waited for Gunner to remember I was there. As I was watching him talk, the tall dark-haired woman spotted me. Our eyes met and for a quick second, I thought she fainted. She gasped for breath and dropped to her knees. I didn’t even use my power to steal her air, so what’s the deal. After her reaction, I felt all of the other's eyes turn to me. Each and every one of them stared at me like I was some kind of three-headed beast. I know I have scars, and I don’t give two shits about them, but do they really make me so hideous?
The girl I assume is Zee pushed past Gunner and now stood clearly in view, no hair in her face and no one blocking her from my vision. This isn’t real. I blinked a couple of times to make sure and then pressed my nails into the palm of my hands, the pain always grounds me, helps me know I'm not dreaming. If I'm not asleep, then this is some kind of trick. Why does she look like me? The girl took a step toward me, and I did the same. We stopped right in front of each other. With her so close I could see her perfectly. I’m still not convinced that I'm not dreaming. All her features, her eyes, the shape of her nose, line of her lips, even the shape of her jaw, it’s all identical to me. Minus a scar or two, she is my spitting image. Her eyes moved over my body, and mine did the same to hers. Her muscles weren’t as defined as mine. She's slender but not sickly thin. Her breasts appear to be larger than mine, and her skin is blemish free. I have to be dreaming, there’s no other explanation.
“Is this real?” I asked myself out loud. I can feel the pain in my hands, I can smell the forest, I can hear the birds. This isn’t a dream. But if she is my identical copy, then she has to be like me, right?
“What are you?” I snapped. Gunner sauntered up behind her and curled his arm around her waist. Is he trying to rub in how happy they are, is he trying to make me jealous?
“Whiskey, this is Zee, my Mate” Gunner said like it was no big deal. I know I wasn’t in this alone for the past couple of days. He felt the attraction too, or at least he acted like he did. Was it only because I look like her, his Mate, the girl he was missing. Was that what he was doing, placating some kind of longing desire to see his Mate again. He didn’t actually desire me, he didn’t want me at all, when he was looking at me, he was seeing her. That fucking bastard. I glared at the bitch, it took a lot of self-control not to rip her face off right then and there.
“Is this some kind of fucking joke?” I snarled. I can’t believe I let him play me like that. He made me look like a fool.
“I told you that you’d think I was crazy” Gunner said with a slight chuckle. Is he teasing me, right now? Seriously. I could feel the rage steadily increasing inside me. Gunner pulled his Mate tighter into his side, really rubbing it in now. I could feel my blood boiling, an airy feeling filled my head, I was about to burst in a murderous rage.
“I want to leave now” I snapped. I looked around me, trying to find the best and quickest way to run. If I don’t leave now, I will kill the lot of them. It will be a sloppy and unplanned attack, leaving me open to avoidable mistakes. Both Gunner and his perfect little Mate began to argue, but it was pointless,
“Whatever this weird ass game is that you’re playing, I don’t want any part of it” I growled angrily. I hate them, the both of them, all of them actually. The other people on the driveway were starting to close in. I don’t like being caged, my temper doesn’t handle it. I searched the surroundings for an escape route. Trees lined the driveway, leading into thick forest, they could provide good cover. There was a path that led around to the other side of the large house. I imagine that’s where the rest of the pack are, so that way was not an option. I was about to make a break for it back down the driveway, when a hand grabbed mine.
My body was engulfed in invisible flames. The pain was incredible. I closed my eyes and let it surround me. I've come to love pain. It makes me feel strong and unbreakable. The mighty Zee however, she was screaming into the air. Weak little bitch. She lowered her head to look back at me, I was caught off-guard by her glowing yellow eyes. They glowed just like Gunner’s did, only his were silver. That's not a coincidence. Bursts of electricity replaced the burning sensation. It shook me with a powerful feeling, like I was a battery on charge. I loved it. I smirked at the pained expression on Gunner’s Mate’s face. I was then sent flying back away from her, soaring through the air uncontrollably. I landed back first into the windscreen of the car. I felt my body push through the glass as shards of it tore at my skin. Before I was able to get up, I felt like I was falling. Darkness clouded my eyes, then enveloped me completely.
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When I opened my eyes, a soft glow came from the light above my head. I have no idea where I am. The concrete I was laying on was cold, but not the kind of cold that I'm used to. I sat up and looked around. There are shelves, or work benches of some kind. A large dirty mattress in a corner and boxes stacked on top of each other lining the walls. I think this is someone’s basement, but how the heck did I get here. Did those fucking bastards lock me in here? Trying to hold me like I am a prisoner. That is a mistake I will make them pay for. I stood up and turned to look at the rest of the space. As I turned slowly, I spotted something. Curled up on the floor at my feet was a body. A female child’s body.
“Hello” I said surprised. When the child didn’t answer me, I tried again,
“Hey” I said louder. Still no answer. Is she dead or something, was she their prisoner too? The sound of a door opening echoed from the top of the stairs behind me. I turned to see a man come stomping down the steps. I bent my knees and readied myself to attack. I growled a warning, but he paid no mind. How dare this vermin ignore me. As he reached the bottom of the stairs and was just in front of me, I swiped out with my claws. Only my fingers didn’t slice through his flesh like I intended, instead they evaporated right through him, like I was a ghost of some sort. The man continued on his way, walking right through my body. A shiver ran up my spine and I gasped. I lifted my hands to my face and went completely blank. I could see through my hands, they were transparent, with a weird blue glow. What the heck is going on? I spun around quickly to look where the man had gone. He was now standing over the child, holding her off the ground by her hair. Again, I blanked. The child was me. But I don’t remember any of this, I have never been here before. How is this possible.
“You stupid fucking cunt” he spat in my face. I stood and watched wide eyed as the ten year old me cried out and tried to pry his hand from my hair. But it was apparently pointless. I was small and weak, and he was large. A little on the fat side but still somewhat well built. He had dark curly hair and tanned-ish skin. Who is he?
“Daddy stop” the little me yelled. Daddy? I don’t have a father, or a mother, why would I call him that. Also, he looks nothing like me. There's no way this is my father. And if he is, how could I not remember him.
“My name is Hank” the man screamed and punch little me in the stomach. I coughed and gasped for breath, as the man called Hank, dropped me like a sack of shit onto the floor. I stepped closer and growled at the man. How could I not remember this, I can remember each and every lesson like it was yesterday. Why have I forgotten this one? The man locked some metal cuffs on the child me’s ankles, then pulled her over to do the same to her wrists. I looked over my child self a little closer. Bruises and scars were scattered over her body. Some fresh, some old, but there are a great many. Her hair was long, longer than I remember my hair ever being at that age. I looked around the basement, taking it all in. It dawned on me. This isn’t me. This is Gunner’s Mate Zee. Even as a child we were identical. Of course I don’t remember this, because it didn’t happen to me, it happened to her.
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