Post by Dawnsky on Dec 21, 2013 22:29:31 GMT -5
So, this is the prologue to the book I'm writing. The rest of it will probably be a pretty long time in coming, but I'll get it eventually.
Inside one of the millions of apartment buildings in the capital city, a man slept.
Outside, in the dark of night, staring up at the building’s lofty heights, stood a young woman. She wore a coat over a simple shirt and leggings; it was an unseasonably cold night. Her lanky form was framed by the light from the windows, and her eyes were red from crying.
She strode in the building, having come to a decision. She took the turbolift up to the fifth floor. The same floor the man was sleeping on. She hurried to his door, and with a few swift clicks, overrided the simple security system. The door gave a soft bleep as it unlocked, and the girl started and looked around furtively. Seeing no one was there, she relaxed and slipped through the door. She padded softly through the apartment, trying to make as little noise as possible. The lights flicked on automatically as she walked past. When she reached his bedroom, she quietly opened the door and crossed to the bed where he slept. Light streamed on the man’s face, but he didn’t stir.
The young woman stared down at the sleeping form of the man. The man who had caused her so much pain, more than she’d thought she was capable of feeling. The injustice of it all rankled in her. I must put things right. Justice must be brought. Tears filled her eyes. Rage filled her heart. And she swiftly drew a dagger from inside her coat and plunged it into the man’s heart.
He awoke instantly, but it was far too late already. He tried to scream, but only a strangled gulp came out. The young woman’s cold face stared down at him as his lifeblood streamed out of the hole in his chest, pumped out by his own heart. As he let out his last breath, she leaned over him, still grasping the dagger tightly in her webbed hand, and whispered “That was for my mother.”
Far away, a wave of pain exploded in Quint’s head, a man identical to the one a young woman had just stabbed. It was agony and fear and despair all at once. The only words he heard were ‘Help me!’
What is it!? he asked, trying to concentrate through the pain. What’s wrong!?
He never got a response. Suddenly, the voice and the pain vanished. A link, a link he had had since the moment he was born, was severed, and all that was left was emptiness.
No, no, no! Quint reached out frantically, trying to reestablish the link, trying to hold on to his twin, the one who had been with him all his life, who had been in his head, with whom he’d shared all his secrets and dreams. But he was gone. Quint was alone. The sheer emptiness was overwhelming. He sank to the floor, sobbing.
His wife was instantly by his side. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? What is it?”
“He’s gone!” Quint moaned. “So alone now…he’s gone!”
No! she thought. It can’t be! She dialed her communicator, fingers shaking, and asked for Law Enforcement. Through her tears, she explained that her husband’s twin had died, and gave their name and address and his twin’s. When she hung up, she stayed by her husband’s side, holding his hand and crying with him.
Five minutes later, Law Enforcement arrived at the apartment building. They surrounded the building, and swarmed through the doors and into the man’s apartment. When they burst into the bedroom, they found the woman still standing over the man she had killed, sobbing as she stabbed his corpse over and over again.
Prologue: Justice is Served
Inside one of the millions of apartment buildings in the capital city, a man slept.
Outside, in the dark of night, staring up at the building’s lofty heights, stood a young woman. She wore a coat over a simple shirt and leggings; it was an unseasonably cold night. Her lanky form was framed by the light from the windows, and her eyes were red from crying.
She strode in the building, having come to a decision. She took the turbolift up to the fifth floor. The same floor the man was sleeping on. She hurried to his door, and with a few swift clicks, overrided the simple security system. The door gave a soft bleep as it unlocked, and the girl started and looked around furtively. Seeing no one was there, she relaxed and slipped through the door. She padded softly through the apartment, trying to make as little noise as possible. The lights flicked on automatically as she walked past. When she reached his bedroom, she quietly opened the door and crossed to the bed where he slept. Light streamed on the man’s face, but he didn’t stir.
The young woman stared down at the sleeping form of the man. The man who had caused her so much pain, more than she’d thought she was capable of feeling. The injustice of it all rankled in her. I must put things right. Justice must be brought. Tears filled her eyes. Rage filled her heart. And she swiftly drew a dagger from inside her coat and plunged it into the man’s heart.
He awoke instantly, but it was far too late already. He tried to scream, but only a strangled gulp came out. The young woman’s cold face stared down at him as his lifeblood streamed out of the hole in his chest, pumped out by his own heart. As he let out his last breath, she leaned over him, still grasping the dagger tightly in her webbed hand, and whispered “That was for my mother.”
Far away, a wave of pain exploded in Quint’s head, a man identical to the one a young woman had just stabbed. It was agony and fear and despair all at once. The only words he heard were ‘Help me!’
What is it!? he asked, trying to concentrate through the pain. What’s wrong!?
He never got a response. Suddenly, the voice and the pain vanished. A link, a link he had had since the moment he was born, was severed, and all that was left was emptiness.
No, no, no! Quint reached out frantically, trying to reestablish the link, trying to hold on to his twin, the one who had been with him all his life, who had been in his head, with whom he’d shared all his secrets and dreams. But he was gone. Quint was alone. The sheer emptiness was overwhelming. He sank to the floor, sobbing.
His wife was instantly by his side. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? What is it?”
“He’s gone!” Quint moaned. “So alone now…he’s gone!”
No! she thought. It can’t be! She dialed her communicator, fingers shaking, and asked for Law Enforcement. Through her tears, she explained that her husband’s twin had died, and gave their name and address and his twin’s. When she hung up, she stayed by her husband’s side, holding his hand and crying with him.
Five minutes later, Law Enforcement arrived at the apartment building. They surrounded the building, and swarmed through the doors and into the man’s apartment. When they burst into the bedroom, they found the woman still standing over the man she had killed, sobbing as she stabbed his corpse over and over again.
