Evil Twin

Evil Twin

   People are always talking everywhere...that's what people do...

    "Man, I worked so hard on that drawing and she didn't even care--all she did was gripe that I didn't draw her hanging around Maurice's neck, saying 'Fu&k you, that's not me--that's my twin!' Okay she didn't say it like that but that's what it felt like to me..."
    "She crazy--it's a gorgoues drawing--its actually better than her art!"
    "Aw, thank you!" <Blush.>

    "Did you hear what she did this time? She was so mean that she caused a nice girl to have a panic attack!"
    "That's awful!"
    "God, she didn't even care--she just kept crapping out excuses in her journals like she always does! She even had the nerve to keep it up for about two or three journals! Anyone else would have just kept quiet and laid low for awhile!"

    "I thought they were avoiding each other, so why is she still badmouthing that woman's dead mother? I mean, Jeez!"
    "If I had to guess, she wanted to make her look bad to whoever she was complaining to. And she calls us immature; Little Miss 'I don't cause drama!' my ass!"

    "She sure leaves snarky comments everywhere for someone who doesn't do a damn thing to cause any of this mess. I'm starting to think she does these things on purpose."

    "I still have a copy of that 'Hey eveyone, attack the AkaixAmy group because I hate their idea!' journal she made--I knew she hadn't really changed..."
    "Hey can I have a copy of that?"
    "Sure."

    "She blocked me just because I was trying to warn her--what the hell!? I was trying to do something right by her and she called me 'two face', the jerk!"
    "That's bullshit--I know for a fact that she loves keeping company with real actual two faced people-"
    "I know, right!"

     "Ugh, her obnoxious whiteknights just picked up where she left off with that 'That was so five years ago; it's old drama!'  crap excuse."
     "The only person I see constantly brining up her old drama is her--and it's for attention's sake for crying outloud!"
     "Oh, they're so smart, I'm sure they'll figure it out soon--Pfffft! Yeah right!"

     "Jeez she bitches so much about one thing and then goes out and does exactly what she was complaining about---like how she should be able to draw whatever she wants because she's such a real artist and all and that we shouldn't complain or question it, but then she shits all over what other people draw. Hypocrite much?"
    "Don't say that--she'll accuse you of 'spreading the hate!', you hater!"
    "Yeah, I'm such a hate monger for telling the truth!"  <Loud laughing!>

    "Ugh, what about that one rotten lying whiteknight that was going around trying to guilt everyone into taking down their journals on her?"
    "I mean Jane does something mean and stupid and pointless, and we express how upset we are at that, and we're the bad guys for it? Did I get that right? What ass backwards logic is that?! give that one a blue ribbon!"
    "I can't believe she has people so...so hypnotized like that! I mean she's not nice, she's not charming and her art is pretty standard so why?"
    "I dunno, low braincell count maybe?"

    Akai Dalia called herself Jane now, even thought she was still the same person she had always been. She rudely insisted that people call her by the latter. Her new name reflected her new outward  appearance, even though for all it was worth, all these new changes were but a shallow visage; like slapping a shiny new coat of paint on an old, rotting house but still leaving all its same old problems lurking inside. Quietly and contently she smiled as she read the angry comments floating all round DA. They just can't stop talking about her--What stupid  sheep! Really, she couldn't help but laugh at some of them. She decided to answer a comment of one of her follows with her ususal lie. "They're just butthurt because I refuse to accept their 'great and professional critic!' They're always trying to change my art. But I wont change--I love my art and my coupling!" That should do it. But underneath that lie she knew full well what the truth was. Not a single one of those comments was a complaint about her art, and she knew that; no, they all complained about her behavior, but her supporters were either too dense to even notice, or nice enough to overlook it despite it being at the expense of others. Either way, it worked out for her. She was the talk of the town. Whether it was good or bad, it was all about her, And thats how she liked!

She logged off her laptop and glanced up at her lovely sketches on the wall, She smiled at the lasted one of her and Maurice. Yes, this was indeed a nice life she had for herself. It might not have seemed like much to anyone else, but it was hers for the taking....Speaking of, the clock on the wall told her it was time for her daily check up routine. She opened the drawer of her dresser and pulled out an old, large looking key. It had an interesting design delicately carved into it. Clutching it in her hand, she opened her bedroom door and carefully peeked around. She always made sure that no one was around for this part. She made her way down the dark corrider. Beams of bright sunlight streaked in through open windows, lighting up the dreary darkness. She didn't even care where Maurice was for the moment--this part of her day was not for the likes of him or anyone else.

Since she never bothered to develop much of the story past her greedy and ill thought out coupling, her home was seemingly abandoned looking--dusty, dark, void of life. Where were all the people? The servants? The fine drapery , lavish new furniture, shinning crystal chandeliers and other trappings of a fabulous castle life? That's what happens when you don't bother with the details--thing are left incomplete. But in her mind it was a palace fit for a princess even if others couldn't see it that way. And to hell with the ones who dared to question it. People should know better than to question her by now...

She continued on, passing through a few huge rooms until she made her way to another, even darker corrider. The long hall eventually split into two paths and she took the seemingly abandoned one whose cobwebs and layers of dust reminded one of an old haunted hause. The path became steps of stone that spiraled up towards a room up in a tower. A locked room. And locked for good reason.

With the huge decorative key, she let herself into the forbidden room. The room would be everybit as dreary as the rest of the place if not for a large shaft of sunlight pouring in from a single window. Boxes of old forgatten and discarded ideas were stacked here, kept company by lonely spiders. But she wasn't interested in those. She stepped inside and walked up to a large antique full length mirror set in a metal frame and covered by an old, red, cloth that was mostly whole but tattered and frayed at the edges. It was a magic mirror so its golden trim never dulled and its glass never got dirty. She kept it covered not to protect it--no, theres a different reason for that.

"How are we doing today?" Jane cheerfully taunted as she pulled the old cloth off. Instead of a reverse image of herself, there was a girl there that looked exactly like her and yet wasn't her at all. Her hands pressed against the mirror's glass fromt the otherside. Jane could see that the little idiot had been crying again judging by the streaks running down her cheeks. God, she was always crying! She was so pathetic! Her hands and arms were bruised up again. "I told you to stop hitting it--it won't break for the inside. Are you deaf or stupid?"
"Jane, let me out! Please!"
"Ugh! Its like you dont listen--No!"
"Please! I can't stand it in here anymore! I need to get out!"
"Jean, Jean, Jean--we go through this eveyday...and I'm still not tired of it! Your life is mine now and it has been for about six years. The fame, The lover, The recognition as an artist, the fangroups--it's all mine. You should be happy that I'm at least mentioning you in my internet life now. You're the slutty evil sister that's trying to ruin my life--" At that Jane had to laugh out loud because they had no idea that the "good twin" had been locked in here the whole time. The whole time! She was the good one now and as far as everyone knew, she had always been the good one--loving, caring, sweet, ladylike. Why she was so loving that she made time to check up on her sister once a day and make sure she stayed in that magic mirror. No one had yet figured out that the only reason she brought her twin into her online profile was to use her to shit on everyone else's ship--and they couldn't even see it. Draw her with someone eles and its "Oh thats not me--that's my slutty twin; she opens her legs for anyone!" Blind, blind, blind little sheep.

This mirror was a prison, its borders were only were the mirror could look--it was rather like being trapped inside a box with white walls. Jean had only that which was reflected back into the mirror; an old and tattered sofa, some faded and mostly covered up paintings hung on he wall, boxes and boxes everywhere but on jeans side they were empty--no reflection means no mirror image--a window that provided light, and an old and heavy metal coat rack. Compard to a jail cell, it didnt look so bad--or so Jane had once said. Except when she threw the cloth over the mirror; then it was like being trapped inside a room of complete and endless darkness. Sometimes she left the cloth off and turned the mirror just so that it can see outside into the yard. It was so much fun to tease Jean by doing lewd and inappropriate things with Maurice outside, and she always knew that Jean was watching, hoping Maurice would look up at just the right angle to see her waving and calling for help. Pathetic! Didn't she realize yet that Jane was in control of everything? Hell, everything she did was on purpose--wasn't that obvious enough!?

Jane stayed long enough to ignore another one of her sister's pathetic pleas for reason and mercy. After that, Jane threw the cloth over her, which elicited another plea to please not leave her trappped in the dark. "If you shut up, I might leave it off tomarrow. Might. Now behave yourself, 'evil twin'."
"Please, don't leave me alone!"
"Ugh! Didn't I just tell you to shut up!?" With a mean smirk, Jane slammed the heavy wooden door shut. Her footsteps could be heard walking further and further away. And jean was alone again. When she finally tired out from yelling for her sister to come back, she slumped to the floor, defeated again. She had always knew there was something wrong with her sister, Jane, but she had no idea that she was this cruel...As the darkness persisted, she spent another evening crying hersef to sleep, not that she was any less trapped in her dreams...even those were awful....

"I dont know about Jane's twin thing."
"Yeah me either--it seems so half assed. Like she put no thought in it at all. Why even it tack it on to her profile then?"
Jean could hear them--people! People were right there in front of her! Real people!
"Hey let's draw our own version of the 'evil twin'--"
"Great idea! Only I bet she's not evil. I'm gonna design her as a good sister!"
Jean frantically waved to them, tryng to get their attention. "Yes, I'm the good sister! I'm right here! My name's Jean! Please!" No use--no matter how much she screamed, they could never see her or hear her. "Please, listen to me! Please!"
"This will be fun! Let's go sketch out some ideas!"
"I bet Jane won't like it though--she seems kind...I dunno know, mad when people make her twin out to be the good one."
"So? According to her, she ignores these kind of 'hateful' ideas <cough, cough> Yeah right! I mean she's the good sister but she's calling her twin a slut and portraying her as a skank? I dont care who you are , when you love someone and they're evil, it makes you torn inside not angry and nasty. Loving, my ass!"
"Well she actully does suck at this whole characters and personality thing--and details, and plots, and story lines and consistancy---why is she popluar again?"
"Porn."
"Oh-got it. Lets get going."
"No!" Jean screamed at them "Please come back! Why can't you hear me! I need help!" Why can't you see me!? why!?....why...? "

    Maurice was restless tonight. Jane had gone to bed hours ago. He had considered waking her up for some late night fun...but it wasn't really like that. Sure her drawings portrayed him as a male who did what ever the hell he wanted but the truth was she was in control of things. he wasn't very smart anymore. Maybe he was once when he was closer to being more like Sonic but that was so long ago. Even then he was still only a pale imitation. But every so often, he does have a thought that's not dictated by his loving and caring Jane, and that's because he was originally based on a certain someone who is an independent and free thinking charatcer.

Maurice looked over to Jane's side of the bed. She slept nude--of course. Her breasts looked a little odd as her drawing skill had degraded over time which changed her outer look. But to Maurice they were perfection. In fact, looking at her almost kind of put him in a spell bound state. That's real love...right? So he cast his glance off her and looked up at the ceiling trying to think of a thought that was actually his own. Man, was it always this hard? Think, think, think! Blank, blank, blank was all he got....the clock on the wall ticked and tocked and made him sigh in near defeat. It wasn't until he shifted in bed and turned over did his eyes fall upon the tall dresser. The dresser....hmmm.

After a few moments of thinking it over, Maurice looked at Jane before gently sliding out of bed. He finally got an idea but it was one that would surely piss her off. So he made the extra careful effort to be quiet and be careful. He quietly made his way over to the dresser and gently pulled the top drawer open. A very large and decorative key stared back at him, tempting him further to reach in and take it. The sound of Jane suddenly snoring in her sleep made the big, dumb, purple brute freeze still for a moment before tiptoeing out of the room. Limited in intelligence as he was, he was able to follow Jane's path because it was a daily pattern and had been for a very long time, creating enough familiarity for him to follow with little thought. He quietly slinked down the dark corrider, now lit with diming moonlight instead, through a few huge rooms and down another dark hallway, past the the point that split into two paths and up the stairs to the abandoned tower. That's where the forbidden room was.

Maurice had always been a little bit curious about it. But whenever he asked about it, Jane would react angrily and rudely like she always did, and then later play it off like what ever was really in there was no big deal. After awhile, he just stopped asking altogther. He was almost surprise to find that the key fit the lock on the door perfectly. Was he really going  to defy Jane's wishes? He stayed frozen, holding onto the door knob, lost for what to do. What if...what if he just takes a quick look around and then leaves and she never finds out? Besides she always said whatever was here was no big deal, right? With a cowardly gulp, he turned the knob and pushed the door open.

The darkness was light up by moonlight pouring in from the window, which at this height was much brighter compared to the light coming into the windows  in the rooms down below. What he could see wasn't all that impressive. It just looked like a junked up old attic. He shuffled in, his footsteps making fresh new trails in the dust ladden floor. Man, it was worse than the rest of Jane's castle home! A person could choKe to death on all this dust! He was taller than Jane so he batted at the cobwebs that were tangling up in his quills as he walked on--gross! and that's percisely why he hadn't notced the small box in front of his foot--the one holding some of Jean's beautiful old drawings. Being an artist was always her dream, and her twin had jealously stolen that from her too.

"WHOA!" The tall, purple hedgehogger fell forward like a rock! His face smashed into the heavy metal coat rack! It slammed down from the force--right into a covered mirror, causing a terrible shattering sound! "OW! Damn it!" He sat up on the dirty floor and rubbed his sore face. After a second, he gasped when he realized what he had just done--No! The mirror! Jane was definately gonna find out now!

Panicked, he sprang from the ground to survey the damage but he already knew  the terrible truth--it was shatered to pieces, many of them fell to the ground in plain sight. Jane was going to be sooooooo mad at him! But a part of him hoped it was not as bad as it looked--even though it was. Maybe he could put the shattered pieces back in place and she won't notice for awhile...? He desperately ripped the cloth off to see just how bad the whole thing looked--

As the cloth was hastily pulled from the shattered mirror, an unexpected explosion of  white light burst forth hitting Maurice in the face and swallowing him up in a huge blaze of brilliant bright light! He dropped the cloth and covered his eyes--it was so blaringly bright that a few tears squeezed from his once lively apple green eyes! Even when the light finally died away, he found himself trying to regain his sight, rubbing his eyes fairly hard. "What the hell was that?!" he shouted out in a mix of anger and confusion. It took a moment before he could see again, and another for all the fuzziness in his vision to clear away.

He looked from the mirror to the door, expecting to see an awaken and enraged Jane standing there. But instead he saw an unconscious Jean lying on the ground right behind him. "Jane?" He bent down and carefully turned the red haired figure over. Her arms and hands were pretty bruised up and she looked like a mess. What had happened to her? Did he do this?
"Jane? Jane, wake up! Are you okay!?" Maurice picked up her upper body off the dirty floor and tried to shake her awake. "Jane!"

The redhead took in a sudden beath as if the life were suddenly restored to her, and coughed from the dust on her face. She whimpered weakly as her jewel green eyes opened up and looked up at Maurice. It took a second to register that she had somehow escaped that awful, awful mirror...and another to realize that Maurice was holdiing her...her mind panicked and she screamed and a loud, shrill scream!

The sound rang in Maurice's ears and startled him so much that he actually dropped her back on to the floor! Jean sprang to her feet and though she hadn't been able to run free in years, the fear made her move faster than she had ever thought she could! "Jane! Wait!" Maurice called after her! But she wouldn't stop! She ran and nearly stumbled down the spiraling stone steps of the stairway and when she did fall over the last few steps, the fear  made her get up and run again! Maurice kept calling after her to come back, he was even chasing after her!

No--Jean couldn't trust him; he wasn't the Maurice she remembered. He was different--twisted and warped now because of Jane. He was her puppet now--the fact that he seemed completely unable to even remember that Jane once had an actual twin at all was proof enough. But Jean remembered him...or at least who he once was...And there was no way she was going to take a chance on him--not after waiting for six long years to break free! The question is could he still run like the character he was based on? She didn't dare look back to see. As soon as she was at ground level, the poor frightened girl desperately lunged out a window, shattering the glass pane into millions of fragmented shards. Even with the air knocked out of her from the fall, even with her arms and legs bruised and her skin scraped, cut and bleeding, even with her elbow throbbing, she forced herself to get up and then forced herself to keep moving. She stumbled a few steps before she could get back up on her feet. And another few before she could get running again.

  She picked up the pace as soon as she heard Maurice's voice calling to her form the window. No! I cant stop! I have to get away! I have to get as far away as I can and find Amy! She's the only one who might believe me!
Even after all Jane had done to Amy Rose, Jean still dared hope to find a friend in her.

If Maurice could run just like Sonic could, she had no idea. She just knew that she couldn't stop no matter what. She ran into the darkness of the forest. She hated the dark so much....but the was no other way. She could loose him in there if she remembered the paths like they used to be.  She didn't know if people would understand her ordeal or even bother to believe her, but even so she was free now. Free...free! Deeper and deeper into the darkness of the forest she ran, each step leading  her further and further away towards freedom.