Identically Different

Identically Different 5

Sami's POV

Nikki was late.

Being late for training was punishable by the laws of the Order. The man himself would take her in and perform awful secondary experiments on her.

He said it was all over, that we were perfect, but what did we really know? He was an evil man..... He would still kill us if we did something he didn't like.

'Nikki,' I thought hard, but my telepathy didn't go through. There was something wrong.

I could feel my sister's pain, but my thoughts wouldn't reach her. The Order could not have found her yet. She was blocking me out.

Concentrating on my training was too hard. I couldn't do a thing without my twin.

When she came in, James was by her side. When did he go back? He entered the room with us and I never saw him leave. The Order must have made him go get her.

I couldn't see my sister's eyes; what her hair didn't cover was shadowed out in deep black. Her mouth formed a grimace.

Mr.Order stepped out of the shadows, "Nichole, darling... You're late. You know what that means, don't you?" He started to walk away, towards the doors to the lab.

Terrible memories surged through my mind. All of the sharp, silver needles, poking us like we were disease ridden animals. The way they kept us in cages after the experiments until they were proved to work. It was painful to feel; to watch. They made us watch...

Nikki was strapped to a metal table. There were twelve masked doctors surrounding her. Each one held a syringe containing something different inside.

I had no idea if my twin would even live. I could feel her panic, the way her heart pounded in her chest. I could feel her hatred, the deep wanting to rip each of their jugulars from within their necks.

I knew they would cage her soon and force her to change, human to panther. I knew they would make her feel pain worse than anything she'd felt in her life.

I couldn't help but let myself cry out when Nikki screamed in pain. But that's when Evan took my hand. The pain seemed to cease from me automatically.

Evan's POV

The sight of somebody other than James laying on the injection table gave me a satisfactory feeling. The way that it made Samantha feel was even more satisfying. Her sadness seemed to bring her closer to me, which in turn, seemed to close off her feelings for her sister.

The only way that this battle would commence would be to have the only person you trust be your partner. The sisters were not partners, and neither are my brother and I.

He's merely my twin. Nothing more.

Nikki's POV

Bright lights flashed in my eyes as they poked and prodded and stabbed. I knew it was hurting, but I couldn't feel the pain. I wanted the pain; somehow that's what made it all worth it.

I thrashed and groaned. I screamed in pure and utter terror, hoping for something, for anything to come from it. One of the doctors thrusted a sedative containing needle in my neck. My brain went fuzzy before I feel into a deep sleep. And then I saw it, but I didn't see it. It was a dream, but it wasn't. This was real; a vision.

It was Sami, the only person that I would ever fully trust with my life, no matter what I had to do to succeed for this "battle." That wasn't important to me in the slightest. I watched from someone else's eyes as my other self brutally fought her; no holding back. 

They said that we would never have to fight like this again, but this was the future. We were older, and it was definitely us. The vision scared me. Sami, covered in blood and panting heavily, was on the ground, barely holding herself up. She looked so confused. She was terrified.

I, Nikki, was standing over her; angry, but scared... Powerful, but faltering. My vision-self had hardly a scratch on her.

Her claws sharpened out of nothing- I couldn't do that- and she finished her twin; my twin. My Sami.

I woke up screaming. This is not the pain that I had so desired. I would always need Sami... There was never, isn't now, and never will be any reason for me to dispose of my own sister. I felt vile rise in my throat and I grabbed the long white jacket of the nearest doctor, feeling my claws tear through his coat, his thick winter sweater and his skin. I grinned at the feel of his blood on my hands. It felt good; it felt right. I bared my teeth in satisfaction as the man screamed in pain and fear. If they wanted me to act like an animal, that's exactly what I would do.

 I let myself turn, slowly and painfully before lunging forward and tearing his body into shreds.

If this strength is what they wanted from me, I'd do what I had always desired and use it against them.