Chapter 18 - "This is the End, is the Beginning, is
the End" -Michaela's Story
March 14th, 2009 - Tulsa, Oklahoma
I looked down at the little bundles of joy that lay in my lap. Both babies had, like Tweedle-Tay and I had hoped, golden hair and blue eyes. They were identical in every way, except that one was a girl and one was a boy. And so we had wrapped one baby in pink and the other in blue.
Tweedle-Tay came running into my hospital room, dragging Mozzie and MacArthy behind him. We'd never told Mozzie that I was her older sister, so she seemed to think of me as sort of an aunt. And the fact that Tweedle- Tay and I were twins wasn't something any of our other brothers and sisters wanted to broadcast either, so we were able to lead normal enough lives, me as a lawyer and Tweedle-Tay as an architect.
Mozzie ran over to the bed and sat down beside me. "Wow, your babies are sooo beautiful," she said, looking down at them. "They look just like you and Tweedle-Tay."
Tweedle-Tay came and sat on my other side and MacArthy stood near Mozzie. "They sure are cute," MacArthy said. "What are you calling them?"
"Taylor," I said quickly.
"Taylor and Michelle," Tweedle-Tay added.
Mozzie removed two teddy bears from her bag. "These are for the babies," she said, putting them on the bed. "MacArthy and I bought them." She took a bottle of perfume and a sweater from her bag.
"We got you guys presents too," MacArthy explained.
"For your birthday," Mozzie added. She swang her legs over the side of the bed. "Isn't it weird how you guys and your kids are all born on the same day.... I wonder why that is?"
"Well, it makes it easy to remember birthdays," Tweedle-Tay joked.
"Maybe it's a omen," MacArthy suggested. "Of history repeating."
There was a silence. "I know!" Tweedle-Tay said excitedly, picking up his Polaroid camera. "Let's take some photos!"
We all began to pose on the bed. Tweedle-Tay took the pictures and Michelle began to cry. "It's okay honey," I said, pulling her close to me.
"Is she okay?" Tweedle-Tay asked, concerned.
"It was probably just the flash," I assured him.
Within a few seconds the photos had developed and we all gathered round to look at how beautiful the babies were. "Oh my god!" Mozzie said, shaking her head.
"What is it?" I asked, concerned.
Mozzie continued to shake her head as she looked through the photos. "Look," she said, pointing at them. "Look at Michelle, at her eyes...."
And, sure enough, in the photos Michelle's eyes glowed red.

Not had enough of the Tweedle-Tay Saga? Check out part 5, 'Diabolical Intentions'.