Gabriel and Michael Sabatini were twins. It was a fact that they could not escape. Up until puberty, the two were so close in appearance it was hard to tell one from another. But those days were long gone. Now they were eighteen and they filled out their jeans in very different ways these days. There would be no mistaking one for the other.

Michael had short thick hair as black as ink, and hazel eyes. His features were distinctly masculine from the width of his forehead to his strong angled jaws, even his slightly crooked nose that he broke last year during the football season. He had smoothly tanned skin. Except for the slightest trace of beard stubble along his jaw and chin, his skin was flawless. He had broad, heavy-looking shoulders and arm muscles that strained the sleeves of his shirt. The top few buttons of his shirts were typically left undone as if to make room for his massive chest. He had a flat stomach and narrow hips that tapered down to strong legs. Michael was an athlete, but not of the aquatic variety.

Gabriel had the same facial features with his brother, save for the broken nose. His body was smaller in proportion. More lithe and agile, Gabriel was a gymnast.

Joseph and Corinne Sabatini were peculiar parents who had insisted that any and all of their children would be names after angel. Of course Gabriel and Micheal were the first names they chose when they found out that Bethany was carrying twins.

The Sabatini family came from money, though not as old as some. Joseph's father, Gerald, started off with very little in life and worked hard. Through his hard work and knowledge, Gerald went from just another oilfield slab hand, to the owner of his own multi-million dollar company. No, they were not heirs to Exxon, Chevron, or those other well-known oil companies. But, the company built by Gerald did do work for them. His company provided the casing joints, pipe fittings and the drill bits used by these companies on their drilling units. Yes, the Sabatini were oilfield trash and proud of it. With the luxuries of living privelaged lives, there were better educational oppurtunities. As soon as there was an opening, Gabriel and Michael were transfered to Spenser Academy.

Gabriel threw the book across the room. Michael ducked just in time, Gabriel's book narrowly missing his head. "What is your problem?!" He snapped at his brother. Things had been tense ever since they had arrived at the school. "Wait. Don't tell me." Michael held up his right hand to halt any response Gabe might have for this most recent outburst. "You still haven't found him yet." Rolling his eyes as he picked up his book, closing it like it should have been before he tossed it over on to Gabe's bed.

"No." Gabriel raked an angry hand through his short curls.

"Calm down." Michael looked to him. "Okay, so you haven't seen him in what?" Adding the time up in his head, "Two months. Oh, surely he must have forgotten all about you."

Gabe glared at him. "Jealous?"

Michael glared back as Gabe found the subject he was sore about. Gabriel had been in a serious relationship for the past year. Michael had not been on a serious date in some time. "Yeah, well I'm not the one pouting just because I can't find my boyfriend."

"It's more than that and you know it." Gabe snatched his book and opened it. Attempting to study once more. He closed the book after a few long minutes. "I should have heard something by now."

Michael closed his book with a sigh. Looking to Gabe. He knew their parents would have freaked if they had found out that Gabriel had a boyfriend. Michael had kept his brother's secret for a long time. That secret had a name. Chase Collins. Even he had to admit that the two of them had looked good together. A swimmer and a gymnast. He remember the unfortunate way he had uncovered their little secret. Having walked in on them in the shower while their parents were out of town for the weekend. It wasn't his fault they forgot to lock the door or that the bathroom downstairs was broke.

Chase wasn't a bad guy. He had always been polite and well-spoken around their family. And he didn't mistreat Gabriel, but there was just something about Chase Collins that he did not like. It may have been the fact that he was always had a smirk on his face, like he was in on some joke that the rest of the world was clueless about. There was something creepy about how easily that smirk came to his face. Michael was not all that sad to see him leave Hastings and transfer to Spenser.

Gabriel had been heartbroken.

Michael rose from his bed and went to his desk. Taking a seat, he opened up his laptop and signed online. It did not take him long to find the main site for Spenser Academy. Going through the menus until he found the Student Directory. It did not take him long to find what he was looking for. Reading over the page of information, he clicked on the link that lead to an artical in the local paper. "Oh."

"What is 'oh'?" Gabriel looked up. Tuning into the special bond between twins. He knew that Michael had uncovered something of interest. He rose to his feet and crossed the room. Coming to stand behind Michael's chair. He started reading over his shoulder. "What!" Pushing him out of the chair, he took his place. Using the mouse to scroll down the page.

Michael scrambled back to his feet. Looking as his brother read the artical. Apparently Chase was a suspect wanting for questioning after a local landmark had been burnt to the ground and in the drug-related death of a classmate. It didn't sound like the Chase he knew or the Chase his brother loved. As much as he had disliked Chase, he found it hard to believe that Chase would be involved in any way with arson or murder. But how well can you really know a person? Everyone had secrets. It was just a part of human nature.

Gabriel growled in frustration as he slammed the laptop closed.

"Hey! That's mine." Michael snatched it off of the desk before his brother could vent anymore of his anger upon it. "If your going to destroy something, do it to your own stuff. Not mine." Stepping back after Gabriel stood up. Watching as he returned to his side of the room. "At least you know he was here not that long ago." Setting his computer back down, he opened it. "This was just last week. Maybe someone around here will know where he's at. So chill out."

There was one person who knew what had happened to Chase Collins. Caleb Danvers, son of the late William Danvers the Third. Though he could not say where Chase had gone to. Caleb had been there that fateful night. He was the one who had sent Chase into some firey vortex that swallowed him up. Was Chase alive? Doubtful. But if he was, he was seriously going to be pissed off if he ever finds a way back to Ipswich.