Secret Twin

Part 10: Photo

After Zadie had taken a shower and changed into some comfortable clothes she looked at the photos. Some photos where taken inside a home, but some where taken of them on the ground after they had been pulled out of the water.

Zadie wanted to find out who guarded it at night. "Wait so they just, let you have the job for now?" Blake asked confused. "Yeah. I never thought I would meet someone dumber than you. They deserve a medal for that." Zadie said still circling through the pictures. "Who guards the lake at night?" She asked

"No one, at least I think." Zadie was about to bash her head against the wall. How did they become cops, my lord they are dumb as hell. She was eighteen and had been in a coma not long ago and she was still was smarter than them. "No one?" She yelled. "Well then they're dumping the bodies at night then. That's it, they're killing people in the day, and disposing them at night."

"Yeah, we know." Blake said like it was obvious. "You know? Well then why the fuck doesn't anyone guard at night?" Zadie yelled.

"Can you stop yelling bitch. Jeez my ears." Blake was being so dramatic, he covered his ears like it hurt. "I'll stop yelling when you get it through your fucking head, damnit." Blake covered his ears. Once he saw Zadie's face he looked concerned.

"Hey wait, your nose is bleeding." Blake said removing his hands from his ears.

Zadie touched her nose and looked at her hand to find blood. Zadie quickly made her way out of the living room and into the kitchen to grab a towel. Zadie felt nauseous, she felt like she could faint right on the wooded floor right then and there.

"You okay?" Blake asked nervously. She just had a nose bleed, of course she was fine. No the fuck she was not. Nose bleeds suck, as a child she used to get them all the damn time. It would drive her up a wall.

"No, I'm perfectly fine as you can tell." Zadie said sarcastically as she held the white kitchen cloth to her nose. "Just because you can be a bitch all the time doesn't mean you have to." Blake said annoyed at her attitude, but that was kinda the point. For him to get annoyed of her than he already is.

"I'm not being a bitch all the time, I'm just trying to match your personality." Zadie then went upstairs to her bathroom to look in her mirror. Their was a lot of blood, it was almost abnormal.

Her gaze turned to the counter when she thought she saw something. A photo. When she picked it up she saw it clearly.

It was some bodies being hung by their necks. The rope tied tight, their heads down, their feet dangling in the air. It was more than one, there were three. Two were men, the middle person looked to be a woman. Zadie quickly set that down and ran to the living room. She picked up the rest of the photos on the coffee table and ran back up to her room.

She looked through the photos and tried to find a match. She looked through them at least five times but she couldn't find a match. Were these new victims? Why were the photos here? Did Marilyn put them here? Was Marilyn the one killing them?

She looked at the photo of the three victims. She tried to identify at least one. It was rather hard to since their heads were facing down. The man on the far right had blonde hair and purple skin, like he had been thrown in a freezer.

The middle woman had dark black braided hair, it fell covering her face. She looked to be African American, she had cuts and bruises all oblong her body. It was clear she had been beaten to her weakest and hung after.

The far left man was far different from the other two, and far more brutal. His left foot was cut off clean, like it had been ripped off his body entirely. His pale skin surprisingly had no cuts nor bruises. His light brown hair had a reddish color to it. Both of his hands were tied by the wrists. A couple of his fingers seem to be cut off. A blood puddle was under the body.

Zadie noticed something every body progressively got worse. The torture became more violent, more brutal. Zadie heard a knock on her door.

"You okay in there?" Asked Blake behind the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine, be out in a minute." She said quickly hiding the photos in her bathroom cabinet. "Okay." She heard footsteps fading away from her door. Zadie let out a loud sigh as she cleared her head. She looked in the mirror to see if her nose was bleeding still. It wasn't at least that was a good thing.

She could possibly show the picture to the police station. They could maybe find who these people were, and the other victims. She could go there tonight after dinner. And maybe they figured out something else. Zadie took a deep breath and looked in the mirror before she turned off the light and went downstairs.

She still needed to fix the fucking floor in her room. It was still pried open, the wood was all over her ground. But she could fix that later.

Zadie sat on the couch beside Blake. "Why did you take the photos?" Blake asked. Zadie needed to come up with an excuse, what was he going to think if she told him the truth. She just somehow found extra photos in her room. He would think she did it. Now it was obvious that Marilyn was the killer. But how were they going to catch her? She's a ghost, how do you catch a ghost? She didn't know. Maybe she could talk her into not killing, she was her twin sister.

"I wanted to look at them again." Zadie made up, it was probably one of the dumbest excuses she could have come up with but it worked. She was relieved he was a dumbass. That's a first.

"Okay. Hey, I need to go to the station again since you work there now, you coming?" She was planning on showing them the photo, she could show them another time. But that just opened more opportunities for Marilyn to kill.