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Identity (4)

“Why are you covering my eyes?” She suppressed the slight panic in her voice.

“Relax. This conversation has to stay between the both of us.”

“Everyone around here can see us why the secrecy? What are you hiding?”

“The blind can only see once their eyes have been opened. Now relax and promise me you’ll keep quiet.”

For a moment she thought back to their conversation only hours ago.

“I will decide that after I hear the contents of it.”

She thought she heard him chuckle, but without seeing it in person, she couldn’t believe her own ears.

He continued. “If you could choose between being normal and being special, which would you choose?”

She focused. His warm hands were covering her eyes taking away her most reliable tool of observation. She tried to find her orientation in the sounds surrounding them, but strangely, she heard nothing. As if the children in the park, the birds and even the wind were waiting for her to answer this question. Why was this so important? Why was being special so great? What she really looked for, what she always had looked for was reassurance. Security.

“I want to be normal.”

“Of course you do. You’ve always pretended to be, right?”

She didn’t respond.

“I understand. Being normal is easy when you start out normal. The problem is, when you start out being special, nothing is easy. Not being special and not being normal.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

He paused for a while. Slowly she felt herself fading behind the warmth of his hands. She didn’t focus on the sounds anymore, but only listened to his voice.

“Let me show you what it’s like to be me.”

Within a second it was as if she had opened her eyes. Suddenly she saw everything. The park, her office, her home. The world. She saw a child playing with his dog surrounded by a bright green colour. A woman sitting alone on a bench engulfed by purple. She saw the brightest colours she had ever seen, and everyone she could imagine. Suddenly she saw herself standing in the park alone, staring at an empty space. Around her was the deepest black she had seen surrounding a tiny speck of white. She looked at herself again and again. A burning feeling of discomfort grew inside her. Suddenly she screamed out loud, she grabbed the hands that were covering her eyes and turned around to face him. For a moment all she saw was a black void with the two of them in the middle of it. Quickly the park they were standing in before began to reappear again as she was used to it.

“What the hell Nathan?!” She started screaming and randomly lashed out at him. Tears were running down her face and everything inside her screamed that everything she knew was wrong.

“Susan! Relax!” Nathan grabbed her wrists, gently yet firm.

She immediately stopped at his words. Her heart was beating rapidly inside her chest, but she immediately felt like she could breathe again. Before saying anything she took a few deep breaths.

“H…How do you know my name?”

“You told me.”

“I didn’t. It’s classified information. I never say my name during a case.”

“I… I just know.”

For the first time she saw a look of emotion in his expression. He was insecure as well as concerned. He was concerned about her, she could feel it. He had slipped up and suddenly, he seemed human. She thought of her own slip up just seconds ago. He had seen her tears. They had both loosened up.

“It seems your freak experiment worked. We stepped out of our comfort zone. The next stage is actual trust Nathan, and now you better give me some real answers.”

Suddenly he looked up at her with a straight face again, but this time, she saw something kind in his expression.

“Ask me anything you want.”


For the first time since… I can’t remember, I actually know exactly where I’m headed with a story! I don’t exactly know a good ending yet, but well at least I know what I’m going to write in the next part xD I hope I still have the right kinda inspiration by then… ^^’ I actually wanted to continue writing right away, but I didn’t for the purpose of a cliffhanger, since I know everyone Loves those… x’D Enjoy the wait! 😛 


Identity (3)

“My own sister? …What if everything you think is wrong. What if all the evidence is actually just a trick to fool you and me?”

“I know what I saw. The evidence doesn’t lie, Nathan. No normal person could have done it.”

“So you already think it’s me, right? Black and white. I just so happen to be the dark and you just so happen to be the light.”

“It’s not my choice! All you need to do is to prove that you are normal.”

“I am normal.”

She let out a sigh and looked away. It’s not my choice. She lied to herself over and over. Something about telling that story loosened it up in her. Something that she had been locking away for all too long. Feelings. Why this story? It was just another case. But something about it felt different. She looked up at him again. It was him. It was HIM. Everything inside her screamed that he was the one. The suspect, the criminal. The thing that was different about this case.

“You don’t believe me.” He continued.

“How can I?” She asked.

“What makes us so different? Our world is black. The only difference is that you pretend that you stand in the light and society believes you.”

She sighed again.

“Just make them believe that you are normal.”

For a moment he paused. He looked straight into her eyes for at least a full minute. She looked straight back at him. She tried to show him confidence, stability and control, but he saw straight through her act. Somewhere deep behind her lies he saw an honest heart. A true heart, covered up, surrounded and buried beneath the lies that were given to her. Sure, one time her world was white. But that was a long time ago. Now all he could see was the blackness that took control. He saw the darkness floating around her, surrounding her completely and somewhere inside he saw the light fighting a pointless battle. He saw what other people couldn’t see and he thought what other people couldn’t think. He knew that he would be the one to win that battle. He would take the darkness away from her. Not because he wanted to, but because he had to.

“I can’t.”

“You have to.”

“But I can’t” They both fell silent for a while before he continued.

“How long do I have left?”

“5 days.”

“We have to find the real one.”

“Who says I want to help you?”

“I do.”

She looked away. Why on earth would she try to help him? He was the one. She could feel it. There was something off about all of this. About him, his thoughts, his lack of emotions. About the crime scene, about the blood and about that cross. Even about her boss with his grey suit and even about her. Something was very wrong.


“You don’t trust me”

“No I don’t”

“I don’t trust you either.”

He stood up in front of her and reached out his hand to her.

“Before we do this, we need to have some trust.”

“And how do you propose we accomplish that?”

“It’s simple.” When she didn’t grab his hand he reached out himself and pulled her up from the bench. With a quick move he stood behind her and he held his hands over her eyes. Startled by him she tried to get away, but she found out she couldn’t move.

“Calm down.” He said.

“Let me tell you who I am.”


Finally! Inspiration! 😀 I feel like I’m getting a bit stuck with this story, but somehow I hope I can make something up xD At least I’m glad I wrote something again, even though it’s not that much 😛 Maybe I should start a challenge again to get myself to write more. Then again, maybe I should wait a year before I do that xD In any case, I hope people can enjoy this a bit ^_^ 

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