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I awoke in a blurry daze. Blinking a few times to clear my vision, looking around I realized I was in a room that closely resembled a dentist's office, tray of odd instruments included. There was also a steel table to my left with a blonde haired green eyed boy sprawled out on it. Brother. I tried to sit up but found I had restraints at my wrists, ankles, and mid waist. I shut my eyes tight and focused on the last thing I remembered: I had been on patrol with my brother Greg, just a normal day and then, I woke up here. I was still racking my brain for an answer when I heard a groan from my twin, "Gwen...".
"Gregory" I answered back about to ask if he recalled anything.
I was cut off by the sharp click of a tape recorder "subjects are awake, time is 3:15, beginning examination of twins part 2#" A tall faceless man seemed to just condense out of the shadows between brother and I.
"What do you want with us?" Greg asked in his strong masculine voice with no hint of the boyish charm he usually laces it with.
The man said nothing but clicked his tape recorder on again to announce that he was about to start the male examination. I stared toward my brother and managed eye contact. We each flexed our fingers and our bone needles obeyed slipping easily out of our fingertips along webs encircling the strange cold man.
Then, nothing.
It was like our powers were wrenched from us. Our needles fell to the floor. Wide eyed and helpless Greg and I stared at our puppet like captor who showed no emotion whatsoever about our attack. he simply started poking and prodding at Greg and recording on his little tape, wrenching open his jaw and examining bone structure all while brother and I silently struggled finding our powers useless.
The man raised his recorder again "moving on to the female's examination." He repeated what he had done to Greg.
"What are you doing with us?" Brother and I said simultaneously.
The man said nothing and reached for what looked like fillet knife from his dentist tray. I let out a stream of cuss words as he cut into my flesh.
Brother winced at my pain and I felt him think "No sound Gwen, that's exactly what he wants." I swallowed my foul words and shut my eyes as the puppet cut into the skin covering my ribs. Fighting back screams and tears as he pulled back my skin. I blacked out after he broke 4 bare ribs. When I awoke I saw Greg gasping and bleeding. Shrinking back as I felt the immense pain of a scalpel run up and down his arms and legs in straight lines mixed with my own pain as I saw my ribs grow back together before my eyes I felt another painful scream well up with my tears as I felt and watched my twin's skin be pulled away from his muscles.
I closed my eyes again and finally let out a scream as I felt a knife tear with its jagged teeth around my waist in a perfect circle. I could feel and hear Greg sobbing next to me as I watched a faceless figure fiddle with my organs in front of me By the end of the day so many unspeakable things were done to Brother and I that all I could do was cry and scream at any horrid pain given to me or Greg. But words of begging never came from our mouths the abhorrent torture went on for two more days. My throat was too ragged to scream and I believed I could cry no more. With metal stakes driven through my elbows and knees, to weak to move the man un-cuffed me and pushed me on my side to face by bother in the same position as myself. Saying something into that dreadful recorder that I was to tired to make out. He walked around Brother's table and picked up a shrewd blade.
With one swift sickening noise I could feel the life draining from my beloved twin and saw the bright red blood flow from his necklace as he stared at me with those eyes that were always so reassuring now full of fear and tears.
With fading thoughts he told me "Gwen...I'm sorry...be strong my sister..." I sobbed and Greg's name escaped my lips with the most pitiful dry sound I could manage. Tears fell from my half lidded eyes as the captor flipped me over onto my stomach only to begin driving what seemed like wine openers into my every spine vertebrae. All I could hear was the awful sound of a woman screaming, was it me? Throwing up from the pain as he put me back in restraints and began to saw at my right wrist. I still heard the screaming, it was a name..."Greg!"
"Brother!" being repeated over and over. By the end of the hour I had no hands and my spine was a quarter of the way healed. I felt broken. I kept blacking out from pain and forgetting where I was then I would remember my brothers neck stained red. His body was still at the table, cold, lifeless, his now empty dead eyes staring blankly at me. I felt a cool blade against my throat. Finally, Death would be a relief. Instead of slicing me open like Brother the blade went around my entire neck missing every major vessel. Still calling Brother's name softer and softer. I passed out yet again to be awakened by hot steel against my freshly stitched neck burning my skin with a smell like burnt hair, letting out one last shrill scream that I thought would be my last I saw an object and ram my mystery man in the chest. Then only seconds later a pale man peered over me and as he leaned over a strand of slicked black hair fell into his face.
We stared at each other for a bit before he picked me up off table, but suddenly I began to convulse. I couldn't make out anything specific but everyone was talking at once and I could feel a slight breeze even though we were still inside the building. The man carrying me was moving. Then he handed my now frail form off to someone else. Too tired and drained of everything I let my eyes close to dream of the part of me that died only hours ago.
Brother.
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