This new story is a combined effort by Diar and I. Can readers please post their opinions, questions and constructive criticism in the discussion thread? We will be taking turns in posting chapters. I'll be writing in the pointview of Myra and Diar in Jamie's. For this part of the story, this will be through Myra's eyes.
Seventeen years ago, two divine sources were located in Utah. Government officials raced to the scene of the anomaly, only to discover a set of twins – one boy and one girl – were being fiercely protected by their parents. They were imprisoned for keeping them a secret and were never ever allowed to see them again. As the years went by, CIA Agent Hertial grew obsessed with examining the children in a bid to make them into the government’s perfect weapon against the world. On their seventeenth birthday, Myra and Jamie make an impulsive decision to escape the confined underground in a bid to enter the outside world. However, that’s not to say that they’ll be able to walk right through the front door. When they are separated, the twins must find each other again and attempt to achieve this thing called a “normal life”. Whoever said this was going to be easy?
The warrior was so close to fulfilling his destiny. All that stopped him was the magnificent fire-breathing dragon that was just as determined to crush his bitter enemy. Sword in hand, the warrior rushed forward at such glorious speed and prepared for the final battle in order to win the girl …
Well, that’s how typical stories can get. Movies are supposed to reflect real life, right? Or was that down to soap operas? Whatever the case, there are no such stories in reality where the warrior has slain the stubborn dragon and won the heart of the bitchy I’m-constantly-in-distress girl. Perhaps my choice of language might be – and still is – a little colourful. But maybe these so-called writers invent these worlds because their lives are so tragic.
My name is Myra.
Yes, it is an anagram for Mary. But no one was ever allowed to call me by that. I personally ripped anyone’s head off. Maybe I didn’t, but I could have easily organised that to happen. Anyway, enough for such long introductions. My brother and I have a story to tell, one that may be unlike any other.
It was said that two divine sources of incredible power were located in Utah seventeen years ago. Government officials hurried and found us – a set of twins, one boy and one girl. We were rescued and taken underground for research. I wasn’t sure about my brother, but I most certainly enjoyed being pampered and being the centre of everyone’s attention span for those seventeen years. Being adored for how special you were was pretty cool with me.
Being constantly researched on didn’t drain either one of us. They told us that all of this would probably be hard work for us. Hard work never killed anybody, but why take the chance? And those years of hard research uncovered that my DNA was highly unusual since it was spliced with animal DNA. It was why there was a burning, fierce animal instinct lying inside of me. It was why I was so damn overprotective of my little brother. I was a feral feline – and I loved it.
However, there was a downside to living underground all your life.
We had never seen the sun or the outside world. It was probably why I raced into a quick decision to escape this place. But there were other things that convinced me …
Possibly the most insignificant reason ever was the fact that the researchers were beginning to lose interest. Their fascination with us was fading. And as much as I craved the attention to be noticed, hearing their discussions of the issues of the outside world were beginning to bother me. I never normally cared for much since life was so simple in the facility. We got everything we wanted – accommodation, food, drinks, music, movies – and yet I began to feel it wasn’t enough.
“What’s wrong, Myra?” Jamie asked one Wednesday afternoon.
My brother wasn’t one for often showing his emotions, but he seemed genuinely concerned for once. That was not to say he was not sociable because he was just as charismatic as I was. I took in my brother’s appearance, never having despised him once like any siblings on the outside world. He stood at an average height of five foot and nine inches with short brown hair and wise brown eyes.
And yet for once, I didn’t want to share my concerns with him.
I knew he found it unusual that I wasn’t speaking to him about it. Twins had a telepathic and empathic bond. However, with us both being divine sources, that strengthened the bond we had. I felt his confused emotions and him trying to read my mind. I blocked him off, wanting to feel alone and have a private mind for the very first time. There was a horrible truth being shielded from us. If the pair of us could read thoughts and feel emotions with everyone else, we would have discovered it a long time ago.
I brushed past Jamie, thinking about what I was going to do for us. I was older than him by two minutes. Even though we were born on the same day, I acted like I was the older one. As I finally reached my room at the east sector, I vented out my frustration by kicking the bed. It hurt my foot for a matter of seconds, but it felt good to get out that anger. And weirdly enough, this was bothering me more than anything else.
I guess that I’d put off my views of the outside world for too many years now. It was perfectly understandable to gain the attention of researchers, be worshipped and not care about anything else, right? Well, if your name happened to be Myra I-don’t-have-a-surname-by-the-way.
The mirror showed me my reflection. It was such a familiar sight. Anyone would have pointed out I looked like Jamie, but not entirely. I stood at five foot and nine inches tall, had long wavy blonde hair that dropped below my shoulders and brutal blue eyes, which were highly reminiscent of an animal. I was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a black vest top and black boots.
“Myra, tell me what’s going on.”
His voice was commanding this time, sensing my worries. I was good at concealing my thoughts from Jamie at times. But as for my emotions? He didn’t even need to try and push my buttons to tell that I was panicking. I took in his appearance for what seemed to be the billionth time.
Jamie was the same height as me with short brown hair and wise brown eyes. His attire was typically casual, consisting of jeans, a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt underneath.
“We’re leaving,” I told him.
“What?” he said, unable to believe I’d said that.
“You heard me damn right, Jamie. I’m fed up with this shit, I can’t take it anymore!”
“My, relax! What’s eating you?”
“This whole fucking situation, that’s what!”
I almost blew my fuse, but Jamie empathically helped me to calm down. I didn’t fight to block him out; it was as if I wanted him to dominate my emotions. This impulsive plan to leave may have been seen as risky and stupid, but it seemed perfect in my hand. I imagined what the outside world would be like. The prospects out there pushed me to achieve that dream of seeing it for what it really was …
Jamie saw the fierceness in my eyes, the desire to make that dream come true. Someone had to stand up and realise that we were trapped here; we were nothing more than lab rats. It was time to break out after seventeen years in this heaven-turned-hell facility.
“We’re getting out of here,” I said. “We’re going to see the outside world. We’re going to buy an ice cream, we’re going to watch the sun rise and then set at the end of the day, we’re going to have our own apartment, we’re going to do shit that doesn’t even matter and not going to care about the consequences! I’m going to get us outta here. Are you with me?”
He ran a hand through his hair. He was thinking about the repercussions of what I was going to do, but I could tell he was in. “All right. Say that we get out of here, what next? The government’s going to hunt us down. It’s not like we could go anywhere without them breathing down our necks all the time.”
“Jamie, what are we even doing here in the first place? Face it; we’re here because they kidnapped us when we were too young to speak up for ourselves. We have to run away. We shouldn’t be confined to this … hellhole. We could be out there having lives. And as for the government? So what about them? They can cope without us. They don’t need us here. We’re entitled to live our own lives. So let’s go out there and get them!”
As I was beginning to realise my dream, my rage soared above the roof once again. But this time, Jamie wasn’t even trying to calm me down. I allowed him into my mind, revealed my hopes and fears, and that we were more powerful than the security here. I could hear him wondering if we could actually take them. I responded with that sheepish grin he loved to see.
We didn’t decide to pack anything since it may have seemed a little suspicious. With my emotions running high and paranoia on the rise, it was pointless. There may have been cameras in our rooms, even though Jamie swore blind that he hadn’t noticed anything out of place. As much as I wanted to trust him, I couldn’t take any chances.
We were dressed as we were before. The plan that dominated all plans was about to begin. Although Jamie wanted to leave quietly, I wanted to make a lasting impact on everyone in the facility. Perhaps I could have blamed the wild animal inside of me, but I cared little for that. I wanted to make some mess – and I’d do it my way.
Jamie hesitantly agreed to do so. We hadn’t really seized the opportunity to use our powers to use. Whilst he had the elements raring to go, I embraced the animal within and was ready to pounce on anyone who dared to stand in our way. The first victim occurred in less than five minutes, which was my record at the time. As Jamie and I were strutting down the corridor like we owned the damn place, he saw the animal coming alive.
Before he could make a move for his stun gun, I swiftly ran towards him and put two fingers on his throat, which cut off his conscious state instantly. I watched, as his helpless self fell to the floor with great ease.
“I thought that you wanted to create some havoc?” Jamie said dryly.
“Then why don’t we make some?” I said, winking at him. “Lead the way.”
Turmoil
Seventeen years ago, two divine sources were located in Utah. Government officials raced to the scene of the anomaly, only to discover a set of twins – one boy and one girl – were being fiercely protected by their parents. They were imprisoned for keeping them a secret and were never ever allowed to see them again. As the years went by, CIA Agent Hertial grew obsessed with examining the children in a bid to make them into the government’s perfect weapon against the world. On their seventeenth birthday, Myra and Jamie make an impulsive decision to escape the confined underground in a bid to enter the outside world. However, that’s not to say that they’ll be able to walk right through the front door. When they are separated, the twins must find each other again and attempt to achieve this thing called a “normal life”. Whoever said this was going to be easy?
Prologue
The Plan That Dominates All Plans
The Plan That Dominates All Plans
The warrior was so close to fulfilling his destiny. All that stopped him was the magnificent fire-breathing dragon that was just as determined to crush his bitter enemy. Sword in hand, the warrior rushed forward at such glorious speed and prepared for the final battle in order to win the girl …
Well, that’s how typical stories can get. Movies are supposed to reflect real life, right? Or was that down to soap operas? Whatever the case, there are no such stories in reality where the warrior has slain the stubborn dragon and won the heart of the bitchy I’m-constantly-in-distress girl. Perhaps my choice of language might be – and still is – a little colourful. But maybe these so-called writers invent these worlds because their lives are so tragic.
My name is Myra.
Yes, it is an anagram for Mary. But no one was ever allowed to call me by that. I personally ripped anyone’s head off. Maybe I didn’t, but I could have easily organised that to happen. Anyway, enough for such long introductions. My brother and I have a story to tell, one that may be unlike any other.
It was said that two divine sources of incredible power were located in Utah seventeen years ago. Government officials hurried and found us – a set of twins, one boy and one girl. We were rescued and taken underground for research. I wasn’t sure about my brother, but I most certainly enjoyed being pampered and being the centre of everyone’s attention span for those seventeen years. Being adored for how special you were was pretty cool with me.
Being constantly researched on didn’t drain either one of us. They told us that all of this would probably be hard work for us. Hard work never killed anybody, but why take the chance? And those years of hard research uncovered that my DNA was highly unusual since it was spliced with animal DNA. It was why there was a burning, fierce animal instinct lying inside of me. It was why I was so damn overprotective of my little brother. I was a feral feline – and I loved it.
However, there was a downside to living underground all your life.
We had never seen the sun or the outside world. It was probably why I raced into a quick decision to escape this place. But there were other things that convinced me …
Possibly the most insignificant reason ever was the fact that the researchers were beginning to lose interest. Their fascination with us was fading. And as much as I craved the attention to be noticed, hearing their discussions of the issues of the outside world were beginning to bother me. I never normally cared for much since life was so simple in the facility. We got everything we wanted – accommodation, food, drinks, music, movies – and yet I began to feel it wasn’t enough.
“What’s wrong, Myra?” Jamie asked one Wednesday afternoon.
My brother wasn’t one for often showing his emotions, but he seemed genuinely concerned for once. That was not to say he was not sociable because he was just as charismatic as I was. I took in my brother’s appearance, never having despised him once like any siblings on the outside world. He stood at an average height of five foot and nine inches with short brown hair and wise brown eyes.
And yet for once, I didn’t want to share my concerns with him.
I knew he found it unusual that I wasn’t speaking to him about it. Twins had a telepathic and empathic bond. However, with us both being divine sources, that strengthened the bond we had. I felt his confused emotions and him trying to read my mind. I blocked him off, wanting to feel alone and have a private mind for the very first time. There was a horrible truth being shielded from us. If the pair of us could read thoughts and feel emotions with everyone else, we would have discovered it a long time ago.
I brushed past Jamie, thinking about what I was going to do for us. I was older than him by two minutes. Even though we were born on the same day, I acted like I was the older one. As I finally reached my room at the east sector, I vented out my frustration by kicking the bed. It hurt my foot for a matter of seconds, but it felt good to get out that anger. And weirdly enough, this was bothering me more than anything else.
I guess that I’d put off my views of the outside world for too many years now. It was perfectly understandable to gain the attention of researchers, be worshipped and not care about anything else, right? Well, if your name happened to be Myra I-don’t-have-a-surname-by-the-way.
The mirror showed me my reflection. It was such a familiar sight. Anyone would have pointed out I looked like Jamie, but not entirely. I stood at five foot and nine inches tall, had long wavy blonde hair that dropped below my shoulders and brutal blue eyes, which were highly reminiscent of an animal. I was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a black vest top and black boots.
“Myra, tell me what’s going on.”
His voice was commanding this time, sensing my worries. I was good at concealing my thoughts from Jamie at times. But as for my emotions? He didn’t even need to try and push my buttons to tell that I was panicking. I took in his appearance for what seemed to be the billionth time.
Jamie was the same height as me with short brown hair and wise brown eyes. His attire was typically casual, consisting of jeans, a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt underneath.
“We’re leaving,” I told him.
“What?” he said, unable to believe I’d said that.
“You heard me damn right, Jamie. I’m fed up with this shit, I can’t take it anymore!”
“My, relax! What’s eating you?”
“This whole fucking situation, that’s what!”
I almost blew my fuse, but Jamie empathically helped me to calm down. I didn’t fight to block him out; it was as if I wanted him to dominate my emotions. This impulsive plan to leave may have been seen as risky and stupid, but it seemed perfect in my hand. I imagined what the outside world would be like. The prospects out there pushed me to achieve that dream of seeing it for what it really was …
Jamie saw the fierceness in my eyes, the desire to make that dream come true. Someone had to stand up and realise that we were trapped here; we were nothing more than lab rats. It was time to break out after seventeen years in this heaven-turned-hell facility.
“We’re getting out of here,” I said. “We’re going to see the outside world. We’re going to buy an ice cream, we’re going to watch the sun rise and then set at the end of the day, we’re going to have our own apartment, we’re going to do shit that doesn’t even matter and not going to care about the consequences! I’m going to get us outta here. Are you with me?”
He ran a hand through his hair. He was thinking about the repercussions of what I was going to do, but I could tell he was in. “All right. Say that we get out of here, what next? The government’s going to hunt us down. It’s not like we could go anywhere without them breathing down our necks all the time.”
“Jamie, what are we even doing here in the first place? Face it; we’re here because they kidnapped us when we were too young to speak up for ourselves. We have to run away. We shouldn’t be confined to this … hellhole. We could be out there having lives. And as for the government? So what about them? They can cope without us. They don’t need us here. We’re entitled to live our own lives. So let’s go out there and get them!”
As I was beginning to realise my dream, my rage soared above the roof once again. But this time, Jamie wasn’t even trying to calm me down. I allowed him into my mind, revealed my hopes and fears, and that we were more powerful than the security here. I could hear him wondering if we could actually take them. I responded with that sheepish grin he loved to see.
We didn’t decide to pack anything since it may have seemed a little suspicious. With my emotions running high and paranoia on the rise, it was pointless. There may have been cameras in our rooms, even though Jamie swore blind that he hadn’t noticed anything out of place. As much as I wanted to trust him, I couldn’t take any chances.
We were dressed as we were before. The plan that dominated all plans was about to begin. Although Jamie wanted to leave quietly, I wanted to make a lasting impact on everyone in the facility. Perhaps I could have blamed the wild animal inside of me, but I cared little for that. I wanted to make some mess – and I’d do it my way.
Jamie hesitantly agreed to do so. We hadn’t really seized the opportunity to use our powers to use. Whilst he had the elements raring to go, I embraced the animal within and was ready to pounce on anyone who dared to stand in our way. The first victim occurred in less than five minutes, which was my record at the time. As Jamie and I were strutting down the corridor like we owned the damn place, he saw the animal coming alive.
Before he could make a move for his stun gun, I swiftly ran towards him and put two fingers on his throat, which cut off his conscious state instantly. I watched, as his helpless self fell to the floor with great ease.
“I thought that you wanted to create some havoc?” Jamie said dryly.
“Then why don’t we make some?” I said, winking at him. “Lead the way.”