" Who?" James asked his soulmate carefully.
" Philip. I miss him." Poppy explained. " I mean, it's normal to miss a brother you know you'll never see again, but he's my twin and I still...I don't know."
" Tell me." james prodded.
" I still...need him, you know?" Poppy could tell by the bewildered look on James's face that he didn't get it. " I mean, It's different from the way I love you, but It's still love. I would never tell him, but, when we were together, I felt, I don't know, whole, you know? Like we were halves of the same person, you know?"
" No I don't know know, so stop saying that." james replied grumpily.
" What's wrong jamie?" Poppy asked.
" What made you think about him all of a sudden anyway?" James wondered suddenly.
" Well...I.. think maybe his powers are getting stronger." Poppy began,"Because I can feel him now."
" You feel him? when did this happen?" James asked incredulously.
"I don't know! It was like.. all of a sudden, he was there in my mind like we used to be when we were little. And I wanna see how he's doing, because the feelings I'm getting from him aren't very good."
" Poppy, you know there's no way you can see him." James replied " It would be risking too much. I mean, what if your parents saw you? you're supposed to be dead."
" I know! I know " Poppy exclaimed. " You wanted to know what I was thinking about and that was it. I didn't say it was gonna happen." James looked at the poppy's crestfallen face and sighed. "I'll see what I can do."
Poppy squealed and threw her arms around her soulmate. " What would I do without you?" She whispered into his ear. Then she moved her lips to his mouth and they began to passionately kiss.
Philip North was taking out the garbage when it happened. He and his parents had just finished eating their dinner, reminiscing about poppy when she was " alive" and talking about their days. Philip's mom had become more sad and melancholy lately so whenever he had the chance to escape the melancholy mood he took it. even if it was only taking out the garbage. Philip had gone half way to the trashcans when the blinding flashes began. Sharp pains raced through his head as he stumbled down the driveway. Images, flashing painfully through his brain, Blood, Black roses, fire, he could smell the death as if his images came with smell-o-vision. He heard the screams of anguish, the cries of the tortured, each image vivid, each in sharp detail. Philip didn't hear himself scream, he didn't feel his hands go to the sides of his head clutching it tightly. He only remembered sinking into a painless darkness thinking " Just make it go away..."
Poppy North sat up in bed and screamed and screamed.