Hello everybody! Here is the sequel to the sequel of the trilogy! If you are not familiar with the first two stories, the first one is called "Baby Steps", and the second one is called "Growing Up Phantoms," you do not have to read either of the first two to read this story, but it is highly recommended. Anyway, enjoy!

Phantom Twins

Chapter 1:

Lizzie POV-

"I'm gonna kill your mommy and daddy," the voice rang out, crystal clear. I could smell the bitter-sweet and strongly overpowering stench of the cologne that came off of his clothes. His skin was a sickly blue color, that, coupled with the devil pointed hair and goatee combo and the caped costume, he looked like a vampire out of a 1980's film.

But he wasn't

He was a ghost.

I felt helpless, I wanted to run, I wanted to escape, I wanted to see my parents and my brother, but I couldn't, all I could see was his evil face looming over me, chuckling darkly to himself. Then, in a puff of light and smoke, he was gone.

The world around me was blurry, but I was on my back, and I was contained. Above me, an eerie green glow illuminated the room. I knew my brother was nearby, but I couldn't see him.

Then there was singing.

"Rock a-bye baby, on the tree top. When the wind blow, the cradle will rock," I couldn't see the singer, but the voice was familiar, but also extremely distorted and robotic.

"When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And down will come baby, cradle and all," the voice continued to chant the same repetitive lullaby omen.

Then, suddenly, the voice was gone, and my mom was there.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay. Mommy's here," she told me, taking me into her arms. I wanted to tell her what the ghost had said. I wanted to warn her, but the words wouldn't come.

Then my brother was there too.

Suddenly, there was a loud screeching of an alarm that resounded all around us.

Then the scene changed, now my whole family was there, and so was the blue ghost. He fired at my mom, brother and I, but my dad blocked it. Now I was in my aunt's arms.

Then suddenly, Grayson and I were in the air, hoisted high above our family, being dangled by the blue ghost.

There was an explosion, and we fell.

My dad caught me in his arms, but I was once again knocked to the floor.

I couldn't move.

The ground shook and chunks of debris cascaded around me, each consecutive explosion moving closer and closer to me. But I could see my dad, he was coming for me.

He was too late, ten feet away, another explosion ripped through the house. I felt the burning sting of shrapnel over my skin. I felt my own blood begin to emerge out of my pierced skin.

…

I woke with a start, a cold sweat beading on my forehead.

Even though I've had that same dream, that same memory, dozens of times, it still always takes me a few minutes to realize that I was no longer in the clutches of a deranged psychopath, and I did not just get blown up.

I touched the line on my forehead; the keloid scar tissue was slightly lighter colored and smoother than the rest of my skin, in an unnatural way that felt somewhat like Saran Wrap.

He had caused that, well, the explosion had caused it.

"I'm gonna kill your mommy and daddy. I'm gonna kill your mommy and daddy," the voice repeated in my thoughts. I shook my head, desperately trying to make it go away.

In my younger years, I would have run to my parent's room and curled up with them. But, at fifteen, that was no longer socially acceptable behavior. So, instead, I felt around for my oldest stuffed animal, Lulu.

Her once silky white and black fur was now matted and yellowed, and one of her eyes had fallen off and had been reattached about ten times, but I refused to get rid of her.

After I had established that my stuffed cat was, indeed where she was supposed to be, I gave a quick hug to the plush animal, before setting her back down on my dresser and lying back in bed.

On the nightstand next to my bed, my heart-shaped ice necklace glowed faintly. It was something that my dad had made for me when I was a little girl. Yet another thing I was not willing to part with.

I wore it every day. It was kind of my good luck charm.

I took a deep breath, having one more look around my room with my enhanced night-vision, making sure no blue-colored psychopaths lingered in the darkened corners, before falling back asleep.

The next morning my alarm sounded.

The first day of sophomore year.

I pulled on the clothes I had laid out one week prior: white skinny jeans and a sea foam green button-up shirt, and adjusted my long black hair with a thin headband, before going downstairs for breakfast. And by "going downstairs" I mean phasing through the floor into the kitchen.

My mom rolled her eyes as I floated down.

"What have I told you about using your powers at breakfast?" she asked.

'Not to,' I answered mentally, giving her a sheepish smile. I'm sure she has told me not to abuse my powers at least…two hundred times, but I never listen.

Grayson came down the stairs a few minutes later and by came down the stairs I mean he actually used the freaking stairs. I rolled my eyes; he is such a goody-goody around our parents.

But with one look at his face, he was suffering from the same lack of sleep as me.

I knew he would be.

We always, always, always share that same dream. Thank God that's the only dream we share. I mean, yeah, I am like annoyingly connected to my brother but I do not want to know the dreams of a fifteen year old guy, thank you very much!

It's bad enough that I can sometimes hear his thoughts.

Yeah, that's right. Sometimes thought pop into my head that are definitely not mine.

Of course, he complains about receiving my thoughts too, but at least my thoughts do not consist of what he wants to do to my best friend. Yeah, seriously disturbing.

And even though he's thinking that, neither he nor Missy will make a move no matter how freaking obvious it is that they are into each other.

There was a knock at the front door and Dani, our older cousin/second cousin/aunt/second clone (yeah, it's kind of ridiculous), phased in.

"Are you guys ready to go or what?" she arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah," I agreed picking up a granola bar, "Coming."

"Bye mom," Grayson and I called back to her before picking up our backpacks and leaving out the front door.

Other than Missy, Dani is kind of my best friend. And she's the only girl who I can talk to about half-ghost issues, considering my parents refuse to let me tell Missy anything. I mean, I get what they mean, especially given the fact that Missy (and much of the rest of the city) is still under the impression that Phantom, my dad, is actually her dad. But still, it sucks that I always have to cancel plans, or leave randomly, or lie to her, and I can't even tell her why.

The three of us landed invisibly at school, using the back alley (which reeked so badly from the leftovers from the cafeteria, that were, for some reason, were untouched by raccoons…hmm, wonder why) to transform back to our human forms.

I glanced at my schedule. Eight periods of ugh, starting with the ugh-iest class of all: Gym.

With that said, I begrudgingly started on my way to gym.