Chapter 17 - Neuton's Story
October 11, 1997 - Tulsa, Oklahoma
It wasn't fair. Tweedle-Tay was my best friend. He knew everything about me, he even knew about the time that I kissed a girl in "101 Dalmatians" and she ran home crying to her mother. Now Michaela probably knew about it too, seeing as Tay was spending all his time with her. It was so stupid. Dad had told me all about Michaela, how she was the devil and how she would kill our family....... Tweedle-Tay still wanted to be her friend. Even now that Michaela wasn't speaking to him he was still sucking up to her. I asked him why he would want to be friends with the devil and all he said was, "How can she be the devil when she's exactly like me? I am not the devil. Neither is Michaela." Tweedle-Tay was so narcissistic. See?? One month ago I wouldn't have uttered a bad word about Tweedle-Tay but since Michaela had come we hadn't been nearly as close. Grubbery was just as bad. I tried to make up for the loss of Tweedle-Tay by hanging out with Grubbery but he was just as intrigued by Michaela as Tay was.
But today it would all end. Michaela would leave and the Mansons would live happily ever after. At least, that's what I thought would happen. However, this morning, when she came down to breakfast I could tell that Michaela had no intention of leaving. I could see it in her eyes and in that bulge in her pants. Something told me that it was a gun. And when she asked Tweedle-Tay to go down into the basement with her I knew that she was going to use that gun to kill him and take his place in the Manson family.
I had to stop her. I let the twins go down into the basement and left them there for around ten minutes. Then I moved in for the prey. When I entered the basement I saw the twins holding hands in some sick, incestuous way. "Well, well, well," I said shaking my head as I walked down the stairs. "What have we here? Tweedle-Tay, Michaela and - a gun!" I picked up the gun. "Well, it's a good thing I arrived before my brother was dead isn't it?" I paused. "Oh, look! Matching outfits. You are a clever girl Michaela. How will I know which one of you to shoot?"
The twins looked at each other in fear and moved so that they were standing about three metres apart. Finally one of them said, "Well, I guess if you can't tell which one's which you'll have to let us both go."
"I could," I agreed. "But the devil had been in this house two weeks too long. I'm not leaving this basement until Michaela is dead. Tweedle- Tay, all you have to do is notify me of who you are in some way."
I stared as the twins. Which one was Michaela? I knew that Tweedle- Tay was maybe an inch taller than Michaela but they were standing too far apart for me to be able to tell who was taller. And Michaela had taped her breasts down. I was so ashamed. I couldn't even tell the difference between my brother and this impostor. I didn't want to shoot my brother but unless he admitted who he was soon I'd have to shoot both twins. Finally I said, "If I can't tell the difference between you soon I'll have to shoot you both."
Maybe that would convince Tweedle-Tay to own up. The twins just stood perfectly still. Finally one of the twins looked longingly at the other and walked slowly towards me. When the twin was standing directly in front of me they kissed me softy on the lips. Only one person would kiss me like that ............ Tweedle-Tay!!!! He felt the same way. I shot the twin that was looking on in horror. I shot Michaela. She died after one bullet hit her in the heart. I looked down at Tweedle-Tay who was standing next to me and smiled. Tweedle-Tay did not smile back. Tears were streaming down his face and he was aghast. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!!!!!!!!!" he screamed into my face in an unusually high pitched voice. He ran up the stairs and out of the basement.
October 11, 1997 - Tulsa, Oklahoma
It wasn't fair. Tweedle-Tay was my best friend. He knew everything about me, he even knew about the time that I kissed a girl in "101 Dalmatians" and she ran home crying to her mother. Now Michaela probably knew about it too, seeing as Tay was spending all his time with her. It was so stupid. Dad had told me all about Michaela, how she was the devil and how she would kill our family....... Tweedle-Tay still wanted to be her friend. Even now that Michaela wasn't speaking to him he was still sucking up to her. I asked him why he would want to be friends with the devil and all he said was, "How can she be the devil when she's exactly like me? I am not the devil. Neither is Michaela." Tweedle-Tay was so narcissistic. See?? One month ago I wouldn't have uttered a bad word about Tweedle-Tay but since Michaela had come we hadn't been nearly as close. Grubbery was just as bad. I tried to make up for the loss of Tweedle-Tay by hanging out with Grubbery but he was just as intrigued by Michaela as Tay was.
But today it would all end. Michaela would leave and the Mansons would live happily ever after. At least, that's what I thought would happen. However, this morning, when she came down to breakfast I could tell that Michaela had no intention of leaving. I could see it in her eyes and in that bulge in her pants. Something told me that it was a gun. And when she asked Tweedle-Tay to go down into the basement with her I knew that she was going to use that gun to kill him and take his place in the Manson family.
I had to stop her. I let the twins go down into the basement and left them there for around ten minutes. Then I moved in for the prey. When I entered the basement I saw the twins holding hands in some sick, incestuous way. "Well, well, well," I said shaking my head as I walked down the stairs. "What have we here? Tweedle-Tay, Michaela and - a gun!" I picked up the gun. "Well, it's a good thing I arrived before my brother was dead isn't it?" I paused. "Oh, look! Matching outfits. You are a clever girl Michaela. How will I know which one of you to shoot?"
The twins looked at each other in fear and moved so that they were standing about three metres apart. Finally one of them said, "Well, I guess if you can't tell which one's which you'll have to let us both go."
"I could," I agreed. "But the devil had been in this house two weeks too long. I'm not leaving this basement until Michaela is dead. Tweedle- Tay, all you have to do is notify me of who you are in some way."
I stared as the twins. Which one was Michaela? I knew that Tweedle- Tay was maybe an inch taller than Michaela but they were standing too far apart for me to be able to tell who was taller. And Michaela had taped her breasts down. I was so ashamed. I couldn't even tell the difference between my brother and this impostor. I didn't want to shoot my brother but unless he admitted who he was soon I'd have to shoot both twins. Finally I said, "If I can't tell the difference between you soon I'll have to shoot you both."
Maybe that would convince Tweedle-Tay to own up. The twins just stood perfectly still. Finally one of the twins looked longingly at the other and walked slowly towards me. When the twin was standing directly in front of me they kissed me softy on the lips. Only one person would kiss me like that ............ Tweedle-Tay!!!! He felt the same way. I shot the twin that was looking on in horror. I shot Michaela. She died after one bullet hit her in the heart. I looked down at Tweedle-Tay who was standing next to me and smiled. Tweedle-Tay did not smile back. Tears were streaming down his face and he was aghast. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!!!!!!!!!" he screamed into my face in an unusually high pitched voice. He ran up the stairs and out of the basement.
