((STOP. Before you read any further, be warned. It's probably not what you were expecting. I took a risk, and went out on a limb, so to speak, so it might not be as good as last time. And yes, again, I waited until an hour before midnight to really write it. And, if taking a risk succeeded, then you might hate me.))
Two twins.
One light and the other dark.
But sometimes the lines were blurred.
Which one is which?
The television set displayed a huge fire, bringing the building to its knees. By know, they had gotten helicopters there, and all sorts of media. There were a many fatalities, at that point, as well as injuries; the building was beginning to look like it was eating itself from the inside out. More deaths would come later. The fire itself would go down in history. It was raging, and intent on destroying the building. It seemed like the fire department couldn’t work any slower.
Robin rushed in the door, locking it behind her. She turned to Aidan, pale-faced. Her hands were shaking. “Turn it off. Turn it off, please!”
Aidan’s mouth hung open, and she got up from the couch, moving slowly towards the other. “Robin? Robin? Did you do that?”
“I don’t know what happened, Aidan.”
“Robin, you killed those people!”
“I didn’t kill them! It was an accident.”
Aidan shook her head. Robin marched over to the TV, and jammed her finger down on the power button. There was silence as the two stared at each other. It was when Robin went to the kitchen that Aidan spoke up.
“You know, this didn’t happen when Mom and Dad were around.”
Robin turned to glare at her sister. “Of course you would say that! You don’t know what it’s like!”
“Robin...”
“You don’t know what it’s like to go outside, and worry about if you’ll blow someone up!”
“Robin...”
“You don’t wonder what will happen when you get angry!” The light above their heads blew, and the glass shattered. Bits of glass rained on their heads, but Robin kept on. “Well, I can’t take it anymore!”
“Robin, stop.”
“I can’t live like this, Aidan.”
“Robin, look.” The household objects in the apartment around them were shorting out, dying, and even melting or burning. There were burn marks on the walls, but there had not yet been a fire. The room was beginning to smell like smoke.
“I can’t live like this anymore, second guessing myself every step of the way. I can’t take it!”
“ROBIN!”
“I’m done with this, Aidan!”
That night, there was another fire. No one would ever hear about it, because it was contained to one small area in an apartment building. The police didn’t suspect foul play, because there was no connection between the two buildings. No one would have ever guessed what went on in that one room. One person died in the fire.
Her twin survived.
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