Me? How? This can't be possible. Can it? There's only one difference. His eyes. There black, so are the veins surrounding them. "You finally see clear." I hear him say with my voice. He says it with a cruel, evil tone. "Who are you?" I ask even though the answers obvious.
"Well I'm you. Or should I say the better you." He says then starts walking toward me. I stand up and stare at him. "What have you done?! These were our friends! Our family! The only ones we had left and you kill them?!" I say with rage behind the words. "Not all are gone." He says calmly. I look at him confused as he stops. I see a figure walk from behind him and I see who it is.... its my father..... "Hello son." He says with a calm voice. I stare at him in disbelief. It can't be. He wouldn't. He'd never. "Why are you doing this?" I ask him with the hatred I've always held towards him. "Why else. For control." "Control over what?" I say uneger to hear the answer. "Of everything. You see if I have control, there won't be any need for anymore war. But with rebellion of Carter and his followers. War was inevitable. You brought this on yourself son."
"Why are you telling me all this? Weren't you trying to kill me?"
"Because, you see this right here." He walks over to my duplicate and puts his hand on his shoulder." He is you. And all this is your doing. You just haven't done it yet. He has been living inside you waiting to get out for a long time now. So now is the time for him to be released. And you. You will be forgotten. Just like your mother."
At those last words the rage inside me burns hotter then ever before posible, I'm ready to kill him for saying such a thing. I run towards him using all my speed and strength. Faster, faster, FASTER. Then a sudden holt. His arm on my neck. Holding me in the air. Choking me. I try stopping him but he rules this place. He drops me and I fall onto my knees, gasping for air. I look up and he starts walking away and as he does he says "Soon there will be nothing left of you. Zander. Funny how they call you by your new last name. Did you really have to change your name? I never liked your mother's last name. What? Do you not like the name I gave you?" He looks back as he says it. I look back up at him and I see the cold dead heartless eyes he's always look at me with. Ready to end me. But he hasn't yet. He needs me.
All at once the image of them fades away and I'm back in the chair. I breathe heavy. The chair starts to lift back up and up right.
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Dusk
Teen Fiction2nd book in the Adumbrate series. Follow along in this post apocalyptic world. What will be the outcome of all this.