Secret Twin

Part 14: The Town

Emily was gasping for air. "H-how much farther?" Zadie looked back at Emily who was about three feet behind her, panting with her hands on her knees. "I said to keep up." Zadie spoke, rolling her eyes looking back up the sidewalk. "Now come on, I don't have all day." "I now see how you out ran that creepy woman." It was only when the last syllable that left Emily's mouth is when she noticed, she had fucked up.

Zadie slowly looked back at her, a confused look on her face. "Seems you like to lie, but can't hide it very well. Noted," she said, looking back and continuing on the walk.

A few minutes of walking, which seemed like hours to Emily. They made it. "Are we there yet?" "No." Zadie was getting annoyed by that question. "Are we there yet?" She asked again seconds after she had. "No." She yelled a bit louder. But once again, she asked. "Are we there yet?" Zadie said a different answer. "Yes." Zadie said, stopping in her tracks. "Finally." Emily, sat on the ground before lying down on the hard concrete.

"We aren't done walking yet, and plus, you wanted to come. So stop complaining." Zadie pulled Emily to her feet. Emily looked at her, annoyed. "I hate you." Zadie smirked sarcastically.

"No you don't. Cause if you did, you would have left by now." She had a point, Emily would have. Zadie turned to walk into the village then stopping when she heard Emily start to speak. "I hate it when you're smart." Zadie turned to face Emily who was feet away from her. "No you don't, cause you would hate me all the time." She continued her walk back to the village to find everything she needed.

God, she was so full of herself, Emily thought. Her eyes trailed at the what used to be a small village, filled with color and people, now looked so, different. And yet, it had only been a few hours, who did this?

Windows from stores and houses broken, the night sky making it look like it had been haunted. The broken objects on the ground as Emily started to walk around. Her feet being very careful of her steps. Making sure not to step on glass, bullets, or anything else. No one was in sight, it had been abandoned. Everyone and everything was long gone. The color, the laughter, the people, the life of the village all gone. All that was left was the chilling sound of the wind, blowing in her face, causing her to shiver. Blowing her black hair in her face.

Zadie had something else important on her mind. Finding where the hell the photos and files of these murders.

The first place she went to was her now, unrecognizable, house.
The street lights that used to light up the streets, now all flickering, some even broken, and others toppled over like dominoes or bowling pins. The power lines completely destroyed, the village itself destroyed.

Zadie carefully stepped in her house, the darkness completely engulfed her. She could barely make out a thing, knowing her own living space, she swiftly made her way through the entryway and up the stairs.

Zadie stopped for a moment, her gaze looking towards what used to be Blake's room. As much as he was annoying, she did miss him, Zadie missed him like a brother. Without him, she would have no one with her accompanying her, and she was truly thankful for that. But with him coming into her life, she always saw him regularly, so it felt weird not seeing him.

Her gaze snapped back as she remembered why she was really here. Zadie swung the wooden door open, quickly searching the bathroom.

There on the bathroom counter, the pictures. Zadie quickly picked them up, shuffling through them, making sure she had every one. She then made her way to her nightstand. Opening the drawer, there sat the black leather diary. She picked up the book and the key with it.

Once she had gotten out the door, she nearly had a heart attack when she saw Emily standing there. "Dear god Emily," Zadie had put her left hand on her heart, holding the stuff she had gotten all in her right. "You scared the shit out of me." She finished her sentence. After she had recovered from her nearly scared to death, her brown eyes looked into hers. "Sorry," Emily said, carelessly.

"I just wanted to see if we can, finally, go home." Emily was exhausted, though not as exhausted as she sounded. "One more stop, don't be so dramatic." "My middle name is dramatic." Emily replied sassily, flicking her black hair before turning around. "You know, that's a lot of attitude for someone who's so exhausted." Zadie made a pouty face. Emily decided to act like she was deaf at the moment, pretending to not hear a word she had just said.

Zadie rolled her sight at the skipping girl ahead of her, going somewhere she had no clue where. Zadie then started to walk to the police station not far ahead.

As she walked the path, something felt odd, her bare feet that had been cold a minute ago had turned a bit warmer. She looked down, she gasped at the sight of what she had been walking in.

Her eye growing wide as she stared down at the red thick liquid on the hard concrete. Her brown dark eyes followed the trail up the side walk, it flowing down the small hill. At the end of the hill she could see, she was met with the black lifeless eyes she hadn't seen in a while. Zadie's skin turned pale at the sight, with Zadie seeing a ghost of her twin, it had apparently turned her paler than her twin at the top of the hill.

Zadie looked to her right, seeing a hairstyling salon. The light baby pink paint was a bit torn. She quickly sprinted to the glass doors, closing them behind her. She looked down at her feet covered in the red substance.

Zadie went to the one of the shelves, grabbing a white half stained towel. She turned on the faucet, normally used to wash your hair. The running water running down the bowl into the drain as she soaked the towel. She squeezed the excess water out before cleaning her foot off.

After she had cleaned herself up a bit, a picture caught her eye.