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Street Life 3: Final Acts of Truth
By Innocent Guilt
When I was born I had no life of my own. There was always a
face next to me that mocked every little thing I did. That
face was my twin John. He was your natural goody two shoes
that everyone loved. However when it came to me there was
no room left. They would just shake their heads and act
like they didn't care about me. It was all WRONG. I should
have been the one with all the attention. I should have
been the one to receive the care from my parents.
This is what caused my emotional breakdown that allowed me
to spend many hours trapped in a secluded room with a
therapist. What a laugh therapists are. They claimed that
they are here to help you, but they aren't. All they care
about is receiving a payment at the end of each session.
None of them ever helped me out. If only they had known
what I planned to do.
If only they had listened to my whines and cries for
attention it might have been stopped, but it wasn't. I was
stuck for many hours planning out the perfect revenge. The
perfect little act to frame my brother and then gain my own
life while he was gone. It was so simple. It was so easy
and fun. Some might have called it madness or insanity, but
it was the only thing that kept me going.
Day after day I researched and planed different schemes
that would receive the best enjoyment. Would I drown him?
Would I hide him away and deprive him of life and food? Or
would I simply commit a crime and then frame him for it.
The problem with any crime is the ability to get away with
it. I knew I would have to choose one that would allow me
to safely leave the country. If I drowned him the body
might be found and I'd get caught. Sure the second one
would have been fun, but his screams would attract too much
unwanted attention and we don't want that to happen.
The framing was the best idea and would be very easy to
pull off. This would also allow for the justice system to
dispose of the body. However it still leads to the problem
of me being safe. That problem would later be solved thanks
to a wonderful and enchanting device known as the Internet.
I was able to track down a researcher who needed test
subjects for a new drug. His drug would change a person
into another if the price were right. This was my way out.
I would finally be free of this disgrace of a body that has
destroyed every aspect or opportunity of life that I wanted
to take.
The Lab...
While at the lab the doc explained the process of it all,
"That due to new research and design needs for a certain
application. A formula was developed that could
theoretically alter the chemical make up of a host. The DNA
would be re-scrambled and put back together by the
individual nervous systems being re-forged together to for
a new over all look. Of course this was all a theory at
this stage."
In my mind this was all I needed to know. I didn't care if
it was still a theory. It was a way to get out of this
horrible nightmare of mine. An evil, almost sadistic smile
rose up on my face.
"Doc, you say that it could alter everything about the
person. If that is the case then wouldn't it be true that
the person would then have no personal records?" I
questioned.
"In most cases that is true, however due to a friend in the
insurance agency and other groups a new identity could be
forged. The question is what type of person would want his
background erased?" He responded.
"Now doc, if you want to move past the testing stages one
shouldn't ask for the details. I'll be perfectly willing to
give up my life. Oh there is one thing that you might have
to take into effect. Due to a trauma in the past my memory
isn't always what it seems to be. Sometimes I forget things
that I should know. You might have to drag me out kicking
and screaming at that point."
With that note the deed was done. The doc and I moved into
a room where we could sign papers. On the paper I cleverly
wrote out my brothers name. I guess that is one good thing
about twins. Your ability's are almost the same. Forging
his signature was not a problem at all.
Now I know what your thinking. How could this be a crime?
Ever heard of the statement a crime against nature? Each
time I thought about it that sinister little smile came
back to my face. I was rejoiced at the fact that in a few
days my worries would all be over. I would be free of my
cursed brother stealing everything.
Next morning
Waking up I was overjoyed that the day had finally come. I
broke out the bottle of whine and started a celebration. I
then went to the sofa and sit down to read the newspaper.
On the front page was a story of a missing girl. She had
been kidnapped a few days earlier. About the time that I
had first visited the lab. I laughed at the mother playing
the innocent oh please help me find my daughter act. Then
sudden I heard a loud banging sound at the door. I was so
stirred up that I didn't notice the man in the window with
the gun. Then as fast as it had started it was all over.
When I finally came to everything was gone I was completely
naked and was trapped somewhere in the darkness of a void
unable to move or see anything around me. Outside I heard
voices speaking, "Sorry for the inconvenience and trouble
we have caused you. When we checked your brother's medical
charts it was then that we noticed he had a twin. From that
point on we analyzed both you and your bothers handwriting.
We soon saw the difference from your normal strokes. That
indicated that foul play had been proposed. The only
question is what to do now."
"Well in truth, my brother had always been very childish in
his ways. We tried to get help for him; but after about 3
months each of the doctors declared there was no reaching
him. By the way, what was the research for that he was
trying to sign me up for?"
"The truth is at first it was about research, but after
awhile we started noticing people taking advantage of our
research so we became a detective agency. We create a way
out for those who have been in trouble or are planning to
cause trouble. Sometimes we will contact outside sources to
sit up a staged operation. As far your brother, since he
wanted one twin out of the picture we will just arrange it
so he gets his wish. Only this time it will be him who is
in for a new life."
"Noooooooooooo, you bastards can't do this to me. Let me
out. Let me out." I screamed in a pit of despair.
Everything planed had backfired. I now was trapped and
about to become the experiment that I had thought my
brother would be. Curse him. Curse him.
"Well it seems someone's up there heard our his fate.
There's just one thing left to decide."
The doctor and my brother entered the room. Doc slowly
flipped the switch and in his hands was a needle with a
liquid of some type. "This is part of the job that makes it
all worth it." Then I saw it, that sadistic smile. This
bastard was loving it. He was actually enjoying knowing
that he was about to cause me pain and suffering.
"What's going to happen to him when you're finished
injecting that?" My brother asked.
"You see, that is where the real joy of it is. The pre-made
liquid in the needle contains DNA samples of a little girl
who was raped and beaten to death by a kidnaper. The
parents don't actually know that the child is dead. You my
friend get to go back to Kindergarten."
I felt a prickle from where the needle was entering my
body. As the fluid moved throughout my body I noticed a
tingling sensation. The sensation felt like tiny ants
crawling all around the inside of my body. The changes
happened along with the spread of the liquid. First effect
was that of my body hair disappear. Then the outside of my
skin started to change colors to match the picture of the
missing little girl. After the outside area was complete
the inside area seemed to take effect. I spiraled downward
very quickly till everything in front of me was larger.
"Awe aren't you just the cutest little thing I have ever
seen," My brother said, "Now we won't have to listen to you
complain anymore about being twins." With that he turned
around and left the room.
"Well it seems like you were worth it after all. Now the
only thing that is left is to get you dressed. Then we can
take you to meet your new mommy."
Now you all know the tough reality of life. Doesn't matter
if you're a hooker, born into a bad family, or just an
unwanted twin. Beware, your actions are being watched and
you might soon find yourself viewing life from a new
prospective.
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