The lightning flickered beyond the mountains as the storm crashed down on us like the ocean crashing against the shore. The rain droplets dancing in the wind. The sound of the thunder like the beating of a single drum, beating over, again and again. We watch out the window as the storm brews.
Our foster parents asleep in their bedroom unaware as the storm circles. I wonder how they can sleep when such a thing is happening. The wind whirring. The gods crying. The lightning crashing. I look over at Sandrea. She’s sitting on the window sill looking out.
Our first night in Maplesville and then the storm comes. I think that it is a sign from god indicating that we should not have moved. I’ll bet that Sandrea is thinking the same thing, on this stormy April night.
The storm had cleared and left a coat of rain on anything and everything that had been outside during the night. I walk over to Sandrea to wake her. She fell asleep last night which is a good thing I suppose. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, but then again I almost never do.
“Sandrea,” I said, “wake up”
Sandrea’s sleep ridden cyan eyes opened up for a fraction of a second before they fell shut, again. I shook her to try to get her up.
“Five more minutes . . .” She pleaded sleepily.
“Come on we have to get ready for school,”
Her long golden blonde hair identical to mine fell in her face. Sandrea groaned. She always had her hair like mine. We didn’t want to be different. We wanted to be identical, in all ways possible. Hair cut and style, makeup, clothes. It wasn’t that hard considering that we were identical twins. We even signed uProxy-Connection: keep-alive
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“Casey,” Sandrea spoke, “What are you gonna wear today?”
“You’ll see,” I replied, “But first you have to get up.”
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as nervous. I was three minutes older then her, but sometimes I felt more like I was three years older than her.
As we walked into the office an elder woman in a green shirt, and khaki pants, with her hair pined a bun was sitting at a desk outside a door. That door led to the principles office, that was my guess.
“Hello, young ladies,” She said when she saw us, “You must be Cassandra and Sandrellena Cross. I’ve been expecting you.”
“Yes, we are,” I answered.
“Good, now just follow the flow on to your first class,” She waved us out.
Casey held my hand in both of hers, and walked close by my side, while we proceeded through the crowded hallway to our first class, Biology.
Everyone stared as we entered and Casey tightened her grip. We went and took our seats at an empty table in the back. I noticed that here three people were sited to a table. Weird. Our third partner came and sat down next to us.
“Hi,” She said. “You must be the new students.”
“Yeah, I’m Cassandra Cross,” I answered, “but you can call me Casey.”
“I’m Kellie Green,” She smiled, “and your sister is . . .”
Sandrea blushed “Sorry,” she murmured, “I’m Sandrellena Cross, but you can call me Sandrea.”
The week went by in a flash and we meat some other people. Shawna Leeman, Crystal Becks, Nancy Dell, Stacy Kirk and Teasha Kirk. Stacy and Teasha didn’t get along very well and Teasha had a bad attitude toward us, for which Stacy apologized for her later on. Sandrea and me have been to all their houses. The Kirks’ house was very nice, but Teasha didn’t like it when we showed up with Stacy and their parents seemed to be very skeptical. I had noticed that they didn’t like us.
We arrived home late that night from Kellie’s house and playing with her half-brother Zack, and even got to talk to her older sister Kaylee when she call from Little Rock. We were late because of the storm. When it was assumed OK to leave we said our farewells and went home. The storm still brewing.
I opened the door and we walked in flipping on the light switch. When we got to the living room, we froze. Sandrea came up beside me and grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of her hugs. An act of fright she has done ever since we were little. She buried her face in my chest so that she wouldn’t have to look at the horrifying scene that was in front of us.
Sandrea started sobbing, scared, and trembling. I tried to comfort her. I put my arms around her and held her close. There in the middle of the living room, below the only window, was our foster parents bodies covered in blood, and obviously . . . dead.
I saw a rolled up piece of paper in Kathy's hand. I walked over to it unwillingly with Sandrea hanging on to me. I took the piece of paper from her bloodied hand. My hands shook. Sandrea was still clinging to me. This letter was written in their blood. The thought made me sick as I read it carefully.
Casey & Sandrea,
I just thought that I’d let you two know
that we’re not going to stop killing the ones you
love. We love to play this game of “Kill and Tell”,
but we’ve tired of it. We want money. We know
you have some, well actually you have a lot. All
we want is the small amount of 75 million. We
will write you again after our next Killing. Beware.
- Kill & Murder
They want money. They’re going to kill more people that we know. People that we love. They want 75 million dollars. We don’t have that much in our bank account. They can’t even get then money till we know who they are. Kill & Murder. They say that they’ve done this before, but to who? And when? Beware. That last word burned in my head. They were going to kill more and it will be someone we know and love and they will make sure that we get another letter and we’ll be the first ones to see the body, or bodies. I looked at Sandrea. She was reading the letter. She had just finished. Shaking like I was.
I put the letter in my pocket while Sandrea unwillingly let go of me and went to the phone by the bodies. She was still trembling. She dialed 911 and got an ambulance, though we knew it was too late. When the paramedics and the police arrived they took the bodies away and the police took us down to the station. They wanted to ask us questions. We came up blank. There was no one who hated us enough to kill off our friends and family, or so we thought. So they had to let us go. We didn’t show them the letter. We had an idea that it would be good if we kept this detail from the police.
We had a suitcase of our cloths and toiletries and we went to stay with Shawna Leeman. She was 18 and living by herself in an apartment. She was very surprised when we showed up.
“What are you doing here?” Shawna asked surprised.
“We need a place to stay,” I said, “Can we stay with you?”
She still looked a little surprised, “Sure come on in. Make urselves at home.”
We walked into her familiar apartment. We had been here only once before, but it felt like we had been here many times. Like she was family that we visited frequently. We put our stuff in the guest room. When we went to the living room I could see the curiosity burning behind her eyes. We sat and Sandrea and I sighed in harmony. It would have been comical if not for the fact that there were psycho killers out to kill all the ‘ones we love’ a.k.a our friends.
“So . . .” Shawna began, “Why . . . do you wanna tell me . . . what’s goin’ on?”
“Well,” I started, “Listen. None of this is a lie. You know how we’re foster children right?” She nodded “Well when we came home today you know during the storm we walked into our living room, right? Well, we froze where we stood, because not 10 feet away . . .” I paused. She urged me on with a hand-gesture. I sighed. “Lied our foster parents dead bodies.” She gasped and me and Sandrea winced.
She let us stay there with her. It was fun. It was like a long sleepover. We all tried not to ever think about the reason why we came. School was going on normally. We had told everyone that if thy wanted to visit us they’d have to come to Shawnas’ house. When they asked why we told them the story, leaving out the letter we got, and then hoped that we would never half to talk about it again.
Two weeks passed. All things were going well and we were helping Shawna pay the rent. Shawna had got a job as a cashier at the local store. We got a discount every time we shopped there.
We stopped at Kellie’s house while Shawna went home. She had to get to work, but first she has to change into her work clothes. Kellie was so happy to see us.
“Come right on in guys,” She said, “Guess what? My birthday is in two days!”
“That’s awesome,” I answered enthusiastically, “I completely forgot that it was May.”
“Can you guys believe that I’m going to be 17 so soon,” She literally jumped for joy.
We went in and while we were there we played with Zack again. He’s such a cute 8 year old. We helped Kellie plan her party and got to talk with Kaylee again. When we decided it was getting late we headed home. We stopped at the store that Shawna worked at to tell her that we were going to make dinner this night.
When we got there she was not at her cash register, so we rang the little bell for her manager. He came out of the freezer.
“Hello, Casey and Sandrea,” He said, “Can you tell Shawna that I hope she feels better. She just called in sick.” We nodded and left the store.
Sandrea go nervous and scared as we walked back to the apartment. She grabbed my hand, holding it between hers’. We took the elevator to the 4th floor and went to apartment D5. Sandrea got even more nervous with each step we took. I unlocked the door with my key and we stepped in.
We walked into Shawna’s bedroom. And froze. There she lay, on the floor. Her long black hair matted with blood. Her brown eyes were open. You could see the fear still in her eyes, fading away. Sandrea hugged me, again, hiding her face. There was a rolled up letter in her hand. I walked over to her body and took the letter from her hand. I used my other hand and closed her eyes. Sandrea was crying, and trembling. I rubbed her back to sooth her. I unrolled the letter. Again, It was written . . . in blood. I felt nauseated as I read it.
Casey and Sandrea,
Hello again. We said we’d write didn’t we.
You can always hold us to our word. Like
how I said that we were going to kill ALL
the one that you love. Oh, you don’t have
to worry . . . if you’re planning to give us the
money. We’ll kill again. We’ll leave you
another letter. Happy Haunting.
-Kill & Murder
I knew it. They’re going to kill everyone we love. Sandrea was still crying as she finished the letter. My eyes were watery. Then I, too, started to cry. We collapsed on our knees and held each other, crying and trembling. I knew we had to call the police, so I got up. Sandrea came with me not wanting to let go. I dialed 911.
The police and paramedics came, again. We went to the police station, again. We didn’t give them this letter, either. Nothing we told them led the police anywhere. The police let us go.
My eyes are still watery and so are Sandrea’s eyes. We walked to the apartment building that Shawna was killed in. Sandrea grabbed me around the waist. We rode the elevator to the 6th floor. We went to apartment F3.
I rang the door bell. Nancy Dell opened the door. Her blonde hair was wet, probably from taking a shower and her brown eyes were shocked when they saw us, and how we looked.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, “What on earth has happened to you?”
“We’ll tell you in a second,” I said, “Can we come in?”
She ushered us in and showed us to living room where Crystal Becks was sitting on the couch her dirty blonde hair in a damp ponytail, damp from taking the first shower, I assumed. She turned to face us. When she saw us her green eyes were just as shocked as Nancy’s were.
“Oh!?!?” She she practically shouted, “ What happened to you two?”
We went and sat down on the couch Sandrea still clinging to me. I sighed. Another person had been killed. We told them the story. They let us live with them.
When we went to school the next day we told Stacy and Kellie what had happened and that we would be staying with Nancy and Crystal from now on. Nancy and Crystal don’t go to school.
A month passed and it was nearing our 18th birthday and Nancy’s 20th birthday. Kellie’s party was a huge success. It was June 15 and all thing were well. We were walking home and Nancy and Crystal went on ahead of us while we stopped at the store.
When we got home the were in the living room. But they were, dead. Our killer had gotten to them. Sandrea started crying instantly and hid her face in my shirt, soaking it. I couldn’t blame her. I started crying, too. I walked over to their bodies. Two letters this time. I took the letters. The were written in blood, just like the others, hiding in our jewelry box. They were in different hand writing. One in the same writing as the others and the other must be the other killers’.
Casey and Sandrea, Casey and Sandrea,
I want to continue this little I am a little different from
game but, Murder says we my partner you see. I am the
need to get the money so. We true mastermind behind all this.
will give you 10 days to get Now, you’ve got a lot of money.
the money to us. But your parents have more. Go
-Kill and find them, they live in New York
City. Yeah, I know ‘em, so what. Get us our Money our we’ll kill
them, too. I’ll send a letter to you
at your friend Kellie Green’s house.
-Murder
They know our birth parents, and they’ll kill them, too, if we don’t get them their money. I wiped the tears from my cheeks. Sandrea did the same. She let me go. I walked to the phone and called 911 to come get Nancy and Crystal’s bodies. Another tear fell from my eye. I wiped that away that as well.
The police cam with the paramedics. They asked the questions there. We didn’t give them the letters. They gave us a ride to Kellie’s house. We thanked them, took our bags and walked up the pathway to their house. Kellie answered the door surprised, with a sad look in her eyes when she saw us. We told them the story leaving out the part about the letters.
Mrs. Green went and got the mail, surprised that Sandrea and I got a letter. Our hands shook. We took the letter into the spare bedroom that they had given us. Then read the letter. Written in ink. Thank God.
Sandrea and Casey,
I told you I would write a letter.
Guess What? I want you to meet
us in New York City on top of the Empire
State Building at midnight. With the money,
and your parents. They live at 235 Broadway
Street. Their names are Bradley and Sharon
Chris. Yep. The richest people in America, soon
to be the world. Really, changing your last
names falsely from Chris to Cross.
Chris-cross. Not that much of a difference.
You see, I know this because your parents
are old friends of ours. You should leave today.
Right now. Go. See you in 10 days.
-Murder & Kill
Bradley and Sharon Chris are our parents. We have 10 days to go to them and tell them what’s happening and meet Kill and Murder on top of the Empire State Building at Midnight. 10 days. I was in shock. So was Sandrea. A knock came on the door, jumping us both. Then Kellie came in.
“Hey guys,” She said, “I’m really sorry about what’s happening to you. Why would anyone do this?”
“For money,” I said without thinking. Then Sandrea covered my mouth.
“What?” Kellie was surprised, “What do you know? Tell me. NOW.”
I sighed simultaneously with Sandrea and we told her the story. Showing her the letters. Including the most recent letter stating who our parents are. She gasped and cried through the whole story. We told her we were leaving, she lent us her car and we left right after.
We were in Tennessee. Three days have passes since then. When we found out about our birth parents. We need to stop and rest. We’ve been driving non-stop since we left Maplesville. I pulled Kellie Green’s car over to a stop, in a driveway, at a random house. I got out of the car and, with Sandrea right behind me, walked up the short path.
I knocked on the door. A guy, probably here before they go to college next year, answered the door. He looked confused when he saw us. He has Auburn hair and cyan eyes.
“Brady,” someone called from behind him, “Who’s at the door?”
“Don’t know,” Brady called back, without taking his eyes off us.
Then a girl with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes was there.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Hey,” I said, “I’m Cassandra Cross and this is my twin sister Sandrellena, you can call me Casey and my sister Sandrea.”
“OK,” The girl said, “I’m Lisa Shay and this is my older brother Brady. What are you doing here?”
“Well,” I smiled sheepishly, “We, sort of need a place to stay for the night ‘cuz we’re really tired. Will you let us stay here?”
They did a full blown back ground check on us, their father works for NCIS, that made Sandrea and I a bit nervous. Well it would only be for two-three nights. They let us stay. Their house was really nice. The interior was white in the kitchen the cupboards where sky-blue and the Stove as chrome and matched all the other appliances. The countertop was smooth granite. There was a round oak table in the middle of the room with seven chairs around it.
The living room interior was midnight-blue. The couch matched the was plasma flat-screen t.v. against the wall on a oak entertainment center with a Playstation 2, a X-Box 360 and a DVD/VHS Player.
Lisa’s room was most colorful. Her walls were all different colors. The wall to the right is orange, the wall to the left is yellow, the back wall is pink and the front wall is light purple. The bed was up against the yellow wall. The pink wall has a window, the orange wall has an oak bureau with a mirror a desk area and a little stool with a pink chair coushin. Her bed cover was purple with pink and orange polka dots.
We slept on a futon on the floor. As usual, I didn’t sleep that much. But, that wasn’t due to Kill and Murder. It was what happened every night. Nobody knew about my sleep problem, except for Sandrea.
We stayed for two days. Five days left, we have to leave. We’d become good friends with Lisa and Brady Shay. They knew everything. We were in the kitchen and I said that we should go. They didn’t want us to leave, but they understood out situation. Well what we had told them.
Sandrea and I packed up our stuff and loaded it into the trunk of our car. Lisa and Brady wished us ‘good luck’ and we were off. Another four days passed and, since we were driving slow and tiredly, we were in New York.
I went to the address that Murder gave us. 235 Broadway Street. Big house. It’s like it’s somehow separate from the other houses. We went to the front door and rang the doorbell. Apparently, my parents-our parents-live more like a middle class-men.
A man opened the door. He was tall and has brown hair starting to go gray. He has blue eyes and a mustache and beard. He was thin and, surprisingly muscular. Behind, him was a woman. She has golden blonde hair like Sandrea’s and mine. She has green eyes and tanned skin. These must be our parents.
“Yes?” The man asked, he looked a little shocked.
“Um, excuse me, but . . . I’m Cassandra Cross and this is Sandrellena Cross.” I finally was able to get out. I heard a quite intake of synchronized breath. Sandrea was hold my hand tightly in both of hers.
“My,” The woman said, “You’re beautiful. What brings you here, my dears?”
I took a shaky breath and said “We have reason to believe that . . you are our parents.” The woman sighed.
“I knew this was going to happen sooner or later,” She said, “Yes, I am your mother and this-” She pointed to the man, “-is you father. What is the reason for your visit?”
They let us in and we told they the whole story. They nodded, but had no idea who we were talking about.
Tonight’s the night. We are going to the Empire State Building and are going to meet with Kill and Murder. The people who killed our friends.
It was 11:55. Five more minutes. I heard a noise behind us and turned to see two dark figures standing but the stair well. I gasped recognizing them.
"Hello," Mrs. Stella Kirk, the one on the right said. "I'm Murder, and this-" She pointed to Mr. Tyler Kirk next to her, "-is Kill."
They didn't leave time to talk. They asked for the money. We gave it to them. 75 million, borrowed from our parents. Then they attacked us. Thay shot at us with a gun. I cried out in pain, I had been shot in the left sholder, and right leg. It hurt so bad. Sandrea cried out my namewhen she saw I was shot.
She charged at the Kirks' and tackeled them. There were sirens in the backgrond. It was obviously, police and paramedics. Sandrea was strong and had knocked out Tyler Kirk, and was now fighting Stella. Stella was smarter than Tyler. She had somthing flashing silver in the moonlight. A kinfe. I yelled at Sandrea and she jumped out of the way, but got cut on the side and collasped. The door broke open and the police came in. Everything was blurried. I passed out.
I awoke in the hospital with Sandrea and my parents sitting next to me. Sandrea was in a hospital gown, laying in a bed next to me. I could see her side. It was stitched up. My parents said that we were going to be OK, and that we'd be living with them again, from now on. I was happy. Sandrea and me had our happy ending and Tyler had died, and Stella, was in jail for life.
The End . . . for now.
Monday, December 21, 2009
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