Identically Different

Identically Different Prologue

General POV

Two men, two girls, one house.

Pitch-black midnight.

There was only one objective: The oh-so-simple task of kidnapping.

A smile lapsed across the lips of both men as they silently entered the large, baby blue house. The black shutters and doors made sneaking in even easier.

One at a time, they took to a small, pale purple room with the soft, white glow of a nightlight. There, in the center of the floor sat a large white crib. Two, year-old, twin girls slept peacefully, each smiling in the midst of their dreaming lay within; their arms wrapped around each other as if their tiny frames could ward off the evil that approached them.

Each man picked up one of the babies and approached the already open windows. Screaming suddenly sounded through the small, white baby monitor to their parents’ room, but they didn’t arrive until it was too late. The kidnappers had already gone with the only two babies the newly-weds had in their lives.

The easiest part had been done, but there was so much more to do. They had to tattoo their palms, choose how to alter them. Evil thoughts ran coldly through their tainted minds. “Panther,” one of them hissed and the other said, acidly, “Wolf!”

Jacer twins, Samantha and Nicole... Subjects #16 and 15... Wolf and Panther...

Now, age fifteen, they were the Order’s prized experiments.

Two teenage girls, almost identical in appearance, woke up simultaneously in adjacent cages. The room around them was white. Pure, undisturbed white. Bright lights flashed around the colorless room, toying with each girl’s eyes. Endless noises blared throughout the facility..

The girl with left swept bangs, Samantha, reached slowly to the large, steel bars in front of her towards her seeming doppelganger, Nicole, in the cage across from her. Nicole, who had also raised her hand toward the bars...

ZAP!!!

Both girls were violently shocked and sent flying backwards as far as their tiny cages would allow.

Their bodies, now seething with immense pain, lay, immobile, on the cold, stone floor. An occasional twitch came over their motionless forms.

Men in long, white cloaks rushed toward each of the girls’ cages. Their oh-so-precious subjects 15 and 16 were much too important to let them die...

Each twin had a serious burn on the palm opposite their tattooed hands. Their heart rates had slowed way down. They were in danger.... The Order’s most successful subjects were in immediate danger of death.....

The twins were rushed to a small medical wing; the only one in the whole facility and, the few doctors there, went to work right away.....

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    Nikki’s eyes flickered and opened slowly. She glanced around, noticing that she was no longer in a tiny cage, but in a soft white bed with a thick, firm pillow underneath her head and a warm comforter thrown carelessly over her body. It felt as if a cloud had been embracing her. She smiled at the thought, moving her arms to wipe her eyes, as she has always had to, to wake herself up completely; but her arms didn’t reach her eyes.

They didn’t move so much as an inch.

Sami woke up in the bed that stood beside her identical twin, her mirror twin, and tried to stretch, her arms failing to move from her sides.

The twins pulled and tore, panic clear in their eyes as they realized they were trapped, more now than they’d ever been. That their hell was about to get much, much worse.

"Nicole and Samantha Jacer, twins, age 15.

Subjects #15 and #16.

Panther and Wolf.

Vision and Hearing: Results in!

“Nicole Jacer, age 15, subject #15, Panther. Vision test: Success. Hearing test: Fail.” An ice cold and nearly robotic sounding voice sliced through the girls’ thoughts and they stopped moving. The panic on their faces grew and they both pressed themselves as far into their soft beds as they could go.

    “Fix it.” A low male voice answered in a solid, monotone drawl.

    “Yes, Sir!” The robotic voice broke through the silence yet again after a few seconds.

   “Samantha Jacer, age 15, subject #16, Wolf. Vision Test: Success. Hearing test: Success.” The voice stated, icily. There was a brief silence. “Nicole Jacer, age 15, subject #15, Panther. Hearing test #2: Success.”

    “Central Command,” The low voice said suddenly, “Initiate Operation W.A.R.”

Both girls perked up, their newly fixed ears letting them hear everything that both the computerized voice and the low, monotone one had to say. They looked at each other. Operation W.A.R.

That did not sound promising.....