MY TWIN

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

Two scenes of the movie from Nick's POV. Belongs to Dark Castle Entertainment. Some slight language. I don't like it, but it fits the character.

I walked towards the gas station where I soon met up with some guy that was taller than me.

"Hey. I'm looking for my sister and her boyfriend. They were looking for a fan belt or something," I told him.

"I don't think I've seen 'em," he responded.

"Well, this is the only gas station in town, right?" I queried.

"Right," he confirmed.

"Yeah, then they were definitely here," I deduced.

"I just told you, I didn't see 'em," he replied, sounding a bit defensive.

"Does somebody else work here?" I asked him.

"No, I own the station and I would've seen 'em," he insisted.

"Well…I was just here a few minutes ago and you didn't see me," I pointed out. "You weren't even here."

"Sorry. Can't help you," he told me. Just then, I heard a faint shriek.

"What was that?" I wondered.

"Nothin'. That was just my dog," he told me. Then, "Actually, you know what? My brother Vincent was down here for a little while. He could've helped your sister out. They could be up at the house."

"No, my friend went that way earlier."

"Really? Well, maybe he ran into my brother up there then." I watched as he started playing with his shoelaces. I resisted the urge to deck him. I just wanted to find Carly and the others, and then get out of this freaky town. "Want to head up to the house?"

"Yeah. Whatever." I turned around and headed off.

"So, uh, what's your sister look like, anyway?" It was then I heard it.

"NICK! NICK, HELP ME!" Turning around, I saw him thrust something at me and I quickly blocked his attack. I quickly ran into the garage and blocked the entrance. I stared at him. What the hell was this guy's problem? Then it occurred to me that he could use the other entrance, so I quickly ran towards it barely making it in time to head him off and lock him out.

"PLEASE, HELP ME! I'M DOWN HERE!" I heard Carly shout. "NICK!" she continued.

"CARLY!" I yelled. Where was she?

"I'M DOWNSTAIRS!" I followed the sound of her voice and kicked the door down. To my surprise and horror, she was strapped to a large high chair.

"Thank God," she sighed, her voice full of relief.

"Jesus," I said as I walked up to her. "Okay, I'm here. I got you. Okay…" I soothed, as I began to untie her.

"Here. Watch my finger. Watch my finger," she cautioned. I looked down to see blood spurting out of her second finger where it had been cut off.

"Oh, my god. He did this to you?" I questioned, lightly stroking her hair. My stomach knotted and I wanted to puke. That maniac had hurt her. He had hurt my sister---my twin. I felt the anger flowing through me. He had hurt my twin. And that was unforgiveable. I was gonna make him pay.