Twins
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I used to be able to tell them apart.
Not anymore.
Because they're both the same.
They both want to destroy me.
Francine Pascal
Francine Pascal is the creator of several bestselling series, including Fearless and Sweet Valley High, which was also made into a television series. She has written several novels, including My First Love and Other Disasters, My Mother Was Never a Kid, and Love & Betrayal & Hold the Mayo. She is also the author of Sweet Valley Confidential: Ten Years Later. She lives in New York and the South of France.
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Twins - Francine Pascal
GAIA
I’ve never told anyone this before, but for the first five years of my life-before the specialists could figure out what the hell was wrong with me—my parents considered the possibility that I might be mentally challenged. You know, slow.
See, I kept doing all these things that seemed extraordinarily stupid, and my parents couldn’t figure out why. My mother had been top of her class at the university in Moscow. My father tested at the genius level. It wouldn’t make sense for their only child to be a moron.
Of course, certain signs pointed to the fact that I was smarter than I acted. I picked up languages really quickly; I was doing algebra when most girls are debating whether or not to give up playing with dolls. It was my behavior that baffled them. Like when I was four, they took me to this hotel in Los Angeles. There was an Olympic-size swimming pool. I took one look at it, and then I dove headfirst into the deep end. I didn’t have the faintest inkling how to swim.
Needless to say, I almost drowned. But that wasn’t the disturbing part. The problem was, I dove right back into the deep end the next day. And the next. I’ll never forget the look on my father’s face every time he fished me out of the warm turquoise water and wagged his long finger in my face with anxious fury. What is the matter with you?
he kept yelling.
I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t know.
There were a lot of incidents like that: diving into giant swimming pools, running past the shark warnings into the ocean, walking into traffic, pedaling my tricycle for six miles with no idea how to get back home….
It wasn’t until the Agency ran some tests on me that we all discovered that I was missing that pesky little fear gene. Oh, happy day! My ludicrous behavior could finally be explained.
I wasn’t stupid. I was fearless. They’d just confused the two, which, when you think about it, makes perfect sense. I understood what I was doing; I just didn’t care about the consequences. So I kept making bad decisions. My ability to reason hadn’t caught up with my instincts yet.
And that’s really the problem. When you’re fearless and you’re only acting on instinct … you can do some pretty stupid things. I mean, think about it. How can you make the right choice when you don’t fear the consequences of the wrong one? How can you even tell the difference between right and wrong, between sensible and idiotic?
Yes, there is a point I’m getting to here.
Three minutes ago I had to make a choice. A choice based entirely on instinct. Josh Kendall and Loki’s thugs were coming at me. (How Josh could have been there, given that I’d just seen him shot in the head a few hours earlier, is another story entirely-one I have yet to figure out and one that is simply too twisted and inexplicable for me to deal with right now. So I will stick to what I understand.) I was basically cornered. And then a car pulled up to the curb and a man opened the back door, begging me to jump into the car with him, where I’d be safe.
I looked at his face, and I had two seconds to decide…. Was that man my father or my uncle? There was no time for quizzes or close consideration. No time to reason. I looked deep in his eyes, and my gut told me that he was my father. So I got in the car, and we took off down the street.
But I just don’t know.
I mean, someone actually capable of experiencing fear would know better than I would. Did I make the right choice or not? Have my instincts improved with age, or did I just dive into the deep end again? Here I was, sitting in the backseat of the car with my father, and the same thought kept running through my head over and over again:
I should be afraid. I really wish I were afraid right now.
eyes
She wanted to be shouting, but her body was no longer capable of responding to her demands.
A Simple Hug
THE CHAOS AND CONFUSION ENDED so suddenly. Gaia couldn’t adapt to the serene white noise that took its place. Moments ago her world had been utter cacophony: the stomps of the enemy closing in on her, the screech of burning rubber tires on asphalt, the insistent voice of her father (or her uncle) shouting for her to get in the car. Now it was nothing but the cool, sterile interior of a black Mercedes.
But the silence made no difference. Gaia’s head was still pounding—her confused thoughts wailing like a jumbo jet in a dizzying tailspin.
She glanced out the window. She hadn’t even noticed they were on FDR Drive. The East River ran just beside the highway, but it was too dark to see by night, especially through the tinted window. The starless sky was as black as the water. Gaia pressed a button to open the window, allowing the dark glass to slide all the way down into the door. Then she leaned forward and closed her eyes, letting the wind pummel her face and eyelids. It roared thunderously in her ears. She hoped to numb her senses, to sandblast all the horrors of the last twenty-four hours. Maybe the harsh wind could just strip her away layer by layer until she could no longer feel that rotten crust of guilt and disappointment that was hardening around her like a shell….
Yeah, right. The Winds of Change. When was the last time the wind had actually changed anything?
Nothing could alter the facts. Sam was dead. It was still basically her fault. And Ed was drifting farther away with every revolution of the car’s wheels. If she’d made it into his building before the ambush, she would have asked him to leave with her. Tonight. Immediately. Not to’go anyplace specific, but just to go. Away from where they were. Not as boyfriend and girlfriend, but not exactly just friends. Just as … whatever they were. Or whatever they might become.
It doesn’t matter now, she told herself. That imaginary future had been yanked out from under her just as quickly as she’d conjured it up. It was just another dead issue to be tossed into the fire along with all of her other short-lived pipe dreams and useless bursts of optimism. Only her father knew where she was going now. And that was the problem.
He was sitting right beside her, his hands tightly on the wheel, and she had no idea what to say. In the past twenty-four hours she’d formed every conceivable opinion of him, directed every possible feeling toward him—from unadulterated hatred to desperate concern to utter confusion. His identity had changed in Gaia’s mind literally from hour to hour, depending on which lies Loki was feeding her. He’d gone from neglectful father to murder suspect to kidnapper to noble parent…. In fact, her perceptions had shifted so many times, she found she could barely trust any opinions or feelings. Even the good ones. She could hardly even bring herself to look at him.
But the longer she avoided him, the more questions she found piling up in her head. Sam was dead, but did her father know anything else? Or about Josh, who should have been dead himself but had somehow avoided giving Gaia the satisfaction? Maybe her father had been there when it happened—when Loki and Josh put an end to Sam’s innocent life. Was anyone else there for Sam? Did anyone try to help him? Did he die completely alone?
Suddenly the image of Sam dropping to his knees from a gunshot darted through Gaia’s mind. Her body tensed. She couldn’t think about it. The guilt was simply too overwhelming. She forced herself to shake it off by leaning farther out the window. She opened her mouth as the wind scraped away at her lips and her throat. She couldn’t ask her father about Sam. Not yet. It was still too fresh, too painful.
But she at least needed to know about her uncle. No one in that Chelsea loft had been able to tell her father and uncle apart—not George, not a gang of agents, not even Gaia herself. One of them had escaped, and one of them had been captured. And if her father was indeed driving, then her uncle—the man she now knew was Loki—was the one they’d cuffed and sent back to jail.
Where are we going?
she asked finally.
He glanced at her, a faint smile forming in the corner of his mouth. Just be glad we made it, sweetheart,
he said. Slices of light flashed across his shadowy face from the passing streetlamps. Don’t worry. I’m taking you someplace safe.
Yeah, but where?
Gaia persisted. This was no time for cryptic answers. He should know that.
His smile grew larger and more relaxed. Don’t worry,
he assured her. He eased up on the gas as they approached Houston Street, pulling off the highway to an abandoned lot. The car lurched to an abrupt halt. He turned to face her. We’re home free, sweetheart. Free of all of it now. Come here.
He inched closer, opening his arms to her and offering an embrace.
For no reason that Gaia could understand, the gesture made her skin crawl. She stared into his eyes. He was her father; she was certain of it. So what was the problem? Had their distance done this much damage? Was her ability to trust him so bruised and battered that the thought of a simple hug had actually come to disgust her? A hug from her dad used to be one of the only three things that could actually cheer her up—the other two being a hug from her mom and chocolate cheesecake. But here was blatant and disheartening proof that her childhood was over. The outstretched arms made her stiff and numb and uneasy.
Still, she knew that she had to respond in kind. They had to start rebuilding their mess of a relationship.
Gaia allowed him to take her in his arms. But a nebulous black thought began to stir in some very remote region of her brain—a thought that was unformed but deeply foreboding. She felt his chin nestled in her neck. His arms were oddly serpentine, sliding across her back and locking her against him. Every part of her wanted to break free from his embrace. The repulsion was palpable. It was almost as if there were a faint inaudible voice buried in her head, trying to dig its way out, trying to tell her something. Her subconscious was sending her images—speaking to her in visual code. She saw herself at four years old, flailing helplessly at the bottom of that sun-drenched, light blue swimming pool. She saw herself as a kindergartner, making a beeline for the turbulent ocean, completely ignoring the huge sign that warned of shark-infested waters.
Finally her inner voice clawed its way to the surface.
You’re not certain at all, it whispered. You’ve made a mistake.
Gaia quickly moved to extricate herself—but felt a sharp stinging prick to her arm. Ow,
she hissed. She slapped the spot reflexively. But there was no mosquito or horsefly. As she leaned back, she caught a glimpse of something clasped between his thumb and forefinger: a long syringe. Her gaze darted to his eyes. One glance confirmed what her subconscious had been trying to tell her all this time. Thoseweren’t her father’s eyes. And it wasn’t her father’s embrace that had repulsed her.
Loki had set a trap. And Gaia had—fearlessly—jumped right in.
I’m so sorry, Gaia,
he said. I truly am. I hate having to deceive you.
He placed a cap over the syringe and tucked it back in the pocket of his overcoat.
Gaia shook her head. She could only hear him out of her right ear. The left ear was clogged with static. A second later the right ear started closing up as well. Her uncle was beginning to look two-dimensional, as if he were blending into the black background of the car’s interior.
Stop the car,
Gaia shouted.
Only … she wasn’t shouting. She wanted to be shouting, but her body was no longer capable of responding to her demands. Stop the car,
she repeated. The words were no more than a whisper. Her lips had gone numb, as had the rest of her face.
It’s just a sedative,
Loki said gently, leaning toward her again. I’m so sorry, Gaia, but I had no choice. I know how little you trust me now, and I had to get you away from Tom somehow. Just rest now, sweetheart. When you wake up, you’ll be safe, and I’ll explain everything.
Stop …,
Gaia began again, but she was unable to complete the sentence. She focused every ounce of energy on her eyelids. She had to keep them open, no matter how heavy they might feel. She was a fighter. She wouldn’t lose consciousness. She couldn’t. Her body fell helplessly back against the seat.
Stay awake, Gaia! she screamed silently. Fight it. This sensation was similar to the blackouts that always followed her fights. It was more aggressive. Insistent. Her iron will crumbled even as she pleaded with her body to attack, to pounce … to hurl her uncle’s body through the window. But she could hardly make herself blink.
I know you don’t believe me,
he said. He ran a hand gently down her paralyzed cheek. I swear this is all for your own good. This is all because I love you. I’ll prove it to you, Gaia. Just have patience.
The light dimmed. He was rapidly disappearing—his face now little more than a silhouette. Gaia’s eyelids fluttered. It had a nauseating strobe effect on what was left of her vision.
Stay awake, she screamed at herself again. Stay … But before she could complete the thought, her consciousness faded completely.
The Obvious Maybe
WAITING FOR GAIA HAD BEGUN TO make Ed Fargo feel like he’d been beamed into one of those insaneasylum movies. Ed, Interrupted. So he’d forced himself out on another night walk. But of course, that only made him feel worse. Given that Gaia could be beaten up and lying in any alley or gutter, it didn’t really help to take a leisurely tour of alleys and gutters—which, at three in the morning, pretty much stood out as the