There wasn't much welcome to us when my twin and I arrived at Whammy's house that's because the detective all the successors at Whammy's admired had just died. People were being tested and quizzed and judged to see who would take his place. It was some kid named Green. Green wasn't her real name of course, it was her alias. When L and I were tested (the entire process of determining every orphan's intelligence took about a month actually) L turned out to have an IQ of 186 and I was told that mine was 178. They lied. I saw the computer screen and mine was also 186. I didn't know why they did, but I soon found out.

Apparently years ago there were two twins with the exact same IQ score like us who had tried to kill each other over who was smartest. That's why they lied to me and they also would not let us sleep in the same room even though we had since we were babies. My roommate was called Alternate; he was there in case something happened to L (whose alias was Lost by the way. I don't know why the staff let a five year old kid name himself Lost but they did) and Lost was there in case something happened to Green. Alternate and I became the best of friends as I grew more and more distant from Lost. Lost became even more antisocial then before, trying to live up to Green. Alternate (who we often called A) was always trying to live up to Lost. A had light brown hair and shining sky blue eyes. He was obsessed with school and had a nervous disorder that brought the worst symptoms before tests. He sometimes hyperventilated and bit his nails till they were half the size of an average person's. He was so set on being perfect I could tell it ruined his life. He got disappointed at 95 test scores and he was so stressed and pressured.

When Lost and I were about 13 A had a case of serious depression.

"Beyond?" he called to me one day in our room. Our room was immaculate, thanks to me and my OCD (obsessive cleaning disorder.)

"What's up, A?"

He paused, giving me a pained expression.

"What's wrong?"

"I...B...I don't think I want to live anymore."

"What do you mean?" I was alarmed.

"I..." Alternate blinked and tears spilled out of his light-blue innocent eyes. He raised a knife he had had on the bed next to him.

I glanced above the brunette's head. The numbers ticked down fast by the seconds