Chapter 3
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A/N: If you like this, try my fanfic "Ridiculous" just click on my name and then find it in my story list. "Ridiculous" has a few differences in backstory, e.g. Amelia was not adopted, but is also about "Ridicule".
Casey looked across the glass. It was like a mirror, except that the person on the other side wore prisoner uniform, while she wore a formal jacket, skirt, and tie.
"So," asked Amelia. "Are you surprised that the test came back positive?"
"I don't know. Finding you was quite a shock."
A Few Years Back-------
Casey Novak into the room to talk with the witness.
"Okay, listen, they said you looked like me, but I'm sure... oh my God."
On the other side of the table was her mirror image. She had on formal business wear, and for a scarf that was tightly tied around her neck. "You do resemble me, don't you? They told me, too. But I think I'm a little thinner."
"Okay, listen, we need to get your testimony down correctly. When did you first suspect Mr. Leland of embezzling from the company."
"In November. I had come in after hours to discuss strategy for currency trading with Klaus, and I saw Kyle at the computer. He immediately turned it off, and I began to think that he was hiding something."
The Present-------
"So," said Amelia. "It's been a long time since we first met. What made you finally decide to find out?"
"I guess, I... I guess that when I found out that you had pled guilty to rape, I... I just was weirded out. And then, when they transferred me from white-collar crime to sex crimes, the irony just pushed me to confront it. And then, the final straw was a case dealing with identical twin teenagers, one of whom had been given a gender-reassignment surgery at birth. They - they were so alike, even despite the sex-change. So I decided I had to find out. So, I have a sister who is the only woman currently serving time in New York for non-statutory rape."
Amelia scowled. "Yes, I'm the one who first pled guilty, the one who fingered the other rapist for the police, and yet I am the one who gets the longer sentence. Stupid jurors wouldn't convict her. So she only has to plead out to the murder charge, and gets 20 years. I get at least 22.5. If there is reincarnation, next time I'll come back as a lawyer. Then I'll get a better deal."
"Well," said Casey, "listen, I'm not here to discuss Pam Adler. I want to know - I came to you to know why."
"Well, you'll listen if I want to talk about that bitch! I was the one who helped her out of it! The one who came up with the plan of how to get rid of Sydney. And yet, now she's angry at me, because I confessed."
Casey sighed. "Why did you do it? Why did you decide to force yourself on a male stripper? What the Hell were you thinking?"
"I was horny. I was frustrated at Sydney's stupidity. I thought she was a friend. She understood me, understood why I knew how treacherous men can be. And yet, she still wanted to be used - used by a starving artist who was obviously digging for gold. I thought the stripper was hot. I decided to show Syd that she could do better. You don't need to marry some loser to get laid. I talked to Pam, and she said she would arrange something with the stripper. She came back, and said that he had said no. I told her to just get him alone in a room after he did his show, and we would change his mind. Considering that she was the first to attack him, I guess she understood what I was getting at. Syd was stoned, so I figured we could get her to go along easily. She was always very suggestible when you filled her with drugs."
"I still don't understand why you did it."
"The men need to learn that we won't take it anymore. We won't let them control us. All my life, men have told me what I can and can't do. My foster father raped me, the boys at school picked on me, my professors hit on me. The people at the trading firm were always condescending toward me. And the worst part is, I... I need them!" She was starting to cry.
Casey pulled back a little. "You mean they had power over you? You needed their approval to get ahead?"
"No, no. I... I needed them! I... I... I need to..." she made a rather explicit gesture with her hands.
"Ah, I..." Casey's brow furrowed.
"How can I deal with the fact that I need them and loathe them at the same time? I decided not to let them have any control over me. So I take what I need and take out my rage at the same time. That's what I did to Mr. Smith. The gold-digger Mr. Green, everyone who's ever wronged me, Syd for being so stupid. I took it all out on Mr. Smith. From what I hear of him, he probably deserved it anyway."
Now Casey scowled. "This isn't the first time you've done this, is it?"
"Well, the statute of limitations ran out since I was in college, so if you'd like, I could describe some of my exploits there in vivid detail."
"I'd rather not hear it."
Amelia smiled smugly, "Well, let's just say that I managed to speak at a few Take Back the Night marches. You know, about my foster father. Usually I managed to find a man who pretended to be sensitive in the audience and let him take me for a drink afterwards. What usually happened next was... ironic.
"But really, Miss Novak. What is it that you want from me? Why do you care why I am how I am?"
"We're twins, Miss Chase. Do the math."
"Oh, have you ever attacked someone? You want me to excuse you? You had to, it's your genes?"
"No."
"Oh, I see. You want to why you didn't turn into me. Or you're worried you will be like me. You want proof that somehow I was made the way I am, not born that way. You want to have some reason to convince yourself that you could never rape someone. Well, you'll have to puzzle that one out on your own."
"I'm done," said Casey to the guard. "Please let me out."
As she left, Amelia smiled to herself. So she thinks she's so hot. Well I've just riled her up a little. Good.
