Street Life 3 Final Acts of Truth
By Innocent Guilt
When I was born I had no life of my own. Their was always a face next to me that mocked every little thing I did. That face was my twin John. He was your natural goody toe shoes that everyone loved. However when it came to me their was no room left. They would just shake their heads and act like they didn't cared about me. It was all WRONG. I should have been the one with all the attention. I should have been the one to receive the care from my parents.
This is what caused my emotional breakdown that allowed me to spend many hours trapped in a secluded room with a therapist. What a laugh therapist are. They claimed that they are here to help you, but they aren't. All they care about is receiving a payment at the end of each session. None of them ever helped me out. If only they had known what I planned to do.
If only they had listened to my whines and cries for attention it might have been stopped, but it wasn't. I was stuck for many hours planning out the perfect revenge. The perfect little act to frame my brother and then gain my own life while he was gone. It was so simple. It was so easy and fun. Some might have called it madness or insanity, but it was the only thing that keep me going.
Day after day I researched and planed different schemes that would receive the best enjoyment. Would I drown him? Would I hide him away and deprive him of life and food? or would I simply commit a crime and then frame him for it. The problem with any crime is the ability to get away with it. I knew I would have to choose one that would allow me to safely leave the country. If I drowned him the body might be found and I'd get caught. Sure the second one would have been fun, but his screams would attract to much unwanted attention and we don't want that to happen. The framing was the best idea and would be very easy to pull off. This would also allow for the justice system to dispose of the body. However it still leads to the problem of me being safe. That problem would later be solved thanks to a wonderful and enchanting device known as the internet. I was able to track down a researcher who needed test subjects for a new drug. His drug would change a person into another if the price was right. This was my way out. I would finally be free of this disgrace of a body that has destroyed every aspect or opportunity of life that I wanted to take.
The Lab....
While at the lab the doc explained the process of it all ,” That due to new research and design needs for a certain application. A formula was developed that could theoretically alter the chemical make up of a host. The DNA would be re-scrambled and put back together by the individual nervous systems being re-forged together to for a new over all look. Of course this was all a theory at this stage. ”
In my mind this was all I needed to know. I didn't care if it was still a theory. It was a way to get out of this horrible nightmare of mine. A evil, almost sadistic smile rose up on my face.”Doc, you say that it could alter everything about the person. If that is the case then wouldn't it be true that the person would then have no personal records?” I questioned.
“In most cases that is true, however due to a friend in the insurance agency and other groups a new identity could be forged. The question is what type of person would want his background erased?” He responded.
“Now doc, if you want to move past the testing stages one shouldn't ask for the details. I'll be perfectly willing to give up my life. Oh there is one thing that you might have to take into effect. Due to a trauma in the past my memory isn't always what it seems to be. Sometimes I forget things that I should know. You might have to drag me out kicking and screaming at that point.”
With that note the deed was done. The doc and I moved into a room where we could sign papers. On the paper I cleverly wrote out my brothers name. I guess that is one good thing about twins. Your ability's are almost the same. Forging his signature was not a problem at all.
Now I know what your thinking. How could this be a crime? Ever heard of the statement a crime against nature? Each time I thought about it that sinister little smile came back to my face. I was rejoiced at the fact that in a few days my worry's would all be over. I would be free of my cursed brother stealing everything.
Next morning
Waking up I was overjoyed that the day had finally come. I broke out the bottle of whine and started a celebration. I then went to the sofa and sit down to read the newspaper. On the front page was a story of a missing girl. She had been kidnapped a few days earlier. About the time that I had first visited the lab. I laughed at the mother playing the innocent oh please help me find my daughter act. Then sudden I heard a loud banging sound at the door. I was so stirred up that I didn't notice the man in the window with the gun. Then as fast as it had started it was all over.
When I finally came to everything was gone I was completely naked and was trapped somewhere in the darkness of a void unable to move or see anything around me. Outside I heard voices speaking,” Sorry for the inconvenience and trouble we have caused you. When we checked your brothers medical charts it was then that we noticed he had a twin. From that point on we analyzed both you and your bothers handwriting. We soon saw the difference from your normal strokes. That indicated that foul play had been proposed. The only question is what to do now.”
“Well in truth, my brother had always been very childish in his ways. We tried to get help for him; but after about 3 months each of the doctors declared there was no reaching him. By the way, what was the research for that he was trying to sign me up for?”
“The truth is at first it was about research, but after awhile we started noticing people taking advantage of our research so we became a detectives agency. We create a way out for those who have been in trouble or are planning to cause trouble. Sometimes we will contact outside sources to sit up a staged operation. As far your brother, since he wanted one twin out of the picture we will just arrange it so he gets his wish. Only this time it will be him who is in for a new life.”
“Noooooooooooo, you bastards can't do this to me. Let me out. Let me out.” I screamed in a pit of despair. Everything planed had back fired. I now was trapped and about to become the experiment that I had thought my brother would be. Curse him. Curse him.
“Well it seem's someone's up there heard our his fate. There's just one thing left to decide.”
The doctor and my brother entered the room. Doc slowly flipped the switch and in his hands was a needle with a liquid of some type. “This is part of the job that makes it all worth it.” Then I saw it, that sadistic smile. This bastard was loving it. He was actually enjoying knowing that he was about to cause me pain and suffering.
“What's going to happen to him when your finished injecting that ?” My brother asked
“You see, that is where the real joy of it is. The pre-made liquid in the needle contains DNA samples of a little girl who was raped and beaten to death by a kidnaper. The parents don't actually know that the child is dead. You my friend get to go back to Kindergarten.”
I felt a prickle from where the needle was entering my body. As the fluid moved throughout my body I noticed a tingling sensation. The sensation felt like tiny ants crawling all around the inside of my body. The changes happen along with the spread of the liquid. First effect was that of my body hair disappear. Then the outside of my skin started to change colors to match the picture of the missing little girl. After the outside area was complete the inside area seemed to take effect. I spiraled downward very quickly till everything in front of me was larger.
“Awe aren't you just the cutest little thing I have ever seen,” My brother said,” Now we won't have to listen to you complain anymore about being twins. “ With that he turned around and left the room.
“Well it seems like you were worth it after all. Now the only thing that is left is to get you dressed. Then we can take you to meet your new mommy.”
Now you all know the tough reality of life. Doesn't matter if your a hooker, born into a bad family, or just a unwanted twin. Beware , your actions are being watched and you might soon find yourself viewing life from a new prospective.