This next on is an ongoing story from my writing stream. I have no clue where it is going, the characters are writing them selves.
So....
Writing Stream
18+
Homosexuality
violence
human experimentation
awkwardness
Part One
The two boys were hiding behind the sofa in their oval shaped living room. The sofa was a pale-pink love-couch. However, it was large enough to conceal them. It was decorated with cat stuff animals and plush, pink, throw pillows.
The first of the two was rather short. His hair was brown in color and was incredibly scruffy. His eyes were a piercing green and his skin was a light tan color. He wore a green vest jacket, like the ones wore by fishermen, that was too large for him. Under it, he had on a short sleeve, light red, shirt. His pants were long on him and were cameo-combat pants. His boots matched his pants, only they were just right on him. He was built like a young half-elf, half-dwarf. He was short and had muscle to him, but he was also slender and bore no facial hair. He looked like he was around 15, but he was really much older.
The other was practically his opposite. He was a sickly pale white. So much so, that his veins could be faintly seen through his skin. His eyes were a dull, crimson red. His hair was an off purple-grey color that made one question how it was his natural hair color. He wore long black clothing. His shirt sleeves on his shirt had holes for his thumbs to go through. Over that, he wore a vest, like the ones that bartenders wear, and over that he wore a leather jacket that had three chains across the chest area, one for each pocket, spikes on the shoulders, and metal cuffs that were designed like slime around the opening of the sleeves. His pants were baggy black pants with purple straps and chains hanging off of them. His boots were leather and came up to his knees, but his pants covered them. They had metal chains and spikes as well. The tips of them were plated with steel. He wore gloves on his hands that had the holes were the fingers should be. He was about eighteen-years old.
These two boys, in order of introduction, are Jake and Dallas McSweetBliss. Now, as for why they are behind the sofa....
"I told you that this was the dumbest thing we have ever done, Jake!" Dallas whispered in a hiss at the other.
"Hush, Dally! Don't you want to know? Don't you need to know?" Jake made dramatic gestures with his hands as he spoke.
Dallas look at him un-amused and stated blandly, "I want to know, yes. That's why I'm here. But this is ridiculous. Why not just ask her, like a normal person?" He crossed his arms over his chest.
Jake placed his hands on the other's shoulders, "Cause, Dally, we are not normal! We are the '62' Number Twins!" He put on arm around Dally and pressed his check against his as he moved his free arm from left to right before them, "Look years apart, maybe are years apart, have the same birth mark, have the same mother, bare nothing else in common to each or their mother!" He then grabbed both of Dally's shoulders again and placed his nose on the others, "Don't you want? Don't you need? To? KNOW? THE? TRUTH?
" he pressed his forehead on Dallas's, looking wildly into the other's eyes.
Dallas gently pushed him away, trying to hide how awkward he all of a suddenly felt. " Umm....... I think I already have my answer."
"You do? HOW?" Jake looked astonished.
"There is no way I am blood related to a guy as crazy as you." Dallas pointed with both of his pointer fingers, as he held his own hands, at Jake.
Jake glared at him, "You're just jelly cause I'm so much cooler than you."
"'Cool' is not the word I would use to describe you." Dallas rubbed his forehead.
Jake snorted, "You're so wrong, you don't even, man!" he took out a pair of shades and placed them on his face, "I am the embodiment of cool and swag."
Dallas covered his face, "I hope by 'swag' you mean the acronym 'Secretly We Are Gay,' otherwise you are the weirdest curtain I have ever seen." he sighed a hefty sigh as he finished his sentence.
Jake laughed and hugged Dallas, "I knew I kept you around for a reason. You're so funny, I love it." he kissed Dallas's cheek.
"Dallas pushed him away, "Don't make this any more awkward than it already is, you swag curtain."
"Ah, now you're making cute nicknames for me." he snuggled Dallas, "Something you want to tell me Dally?"
Dallas's eye-twitched, "Yes. I have a knife in my back pocket. Now it is in my hand," he held the blade up to Jake's throat, "Shut it before I do." he snarled.
Jake backed away, "Damn, you're scary!" he smiled and chuckled as he spoke, "I yield, I yield."
Dallas removed the blade from the other's neck, "Good." He pulled the switch blade back into it's rightful position and placed it back into his pocket.
Jake then peered around the corner of the sofa. There he saw a tall blonde women. He frame was built like a kung-fu master, slim, slender and sleek muscle. She had the facial features of a Korean women and her hair was clearly dyed. She was wearing high heels and a slim blue pencil dress. Over that, she wore a white lab coat, despite the fact that she was a gym instructor and not any kind of doctor. Truth be told, she only had a high school diploma. She hated school. She always wore her hair down and never wore anything in it, like clips and hats.
Jake hide behind the sofa fully. He heard her walk over to the table and place down her papers. She then picked up her car keys and left the house. That was when the two saw their opening. As soon as she was out of the house and out of ear-shot, they were on that pile of papers like flies on tacos. Jake took the top half and Dallas took the bottom half. They sat down on the sofa and began shifting through the papers.
"The results must be in here somewhere." Dallas muttered as he looked over paper after paper.
"Keep looking, Dally, I know we'll find it." Jake grumbled as he threw an other paper on to the floor.
"I would if you shut up for once in your life." Dallas then paused. "Found it."
Jake threw all the papers into the air, "Ya, sure?"
"Sure as I'm gonna kill you one day, yes!" Dallas shoved the papers into Jake's face, "Look!"
Jake looked at the paper. "Yes, this is it." he paused, "How do we read the results?"
Dallas slapped his hand to his forehead. "Look at the bars. What do you notice?"
"That they are lines on paper." Jake confirmed Dallas's worse fears.
"You're so stupid." Dallas sighed, "The lines are different. This means that none of us are blood related."
Jake went full poker-face, "Then how do you explain the '62' birthmarks on our chests?"
Dallas opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. He pondered on it for only a moment. "Maybe, we weren't born."
Jake looked at him, "What?"
"Maybe, we weren't born like other people." Dallas put one hand on Jake, as if he wanted to touch him without touching him, and said, "Maybe we were made in a lab and '62' is our assigned number, like our cell number of something."
Jake put his hand on Dallas's head, "Dallas McSweetBliss, I worry about you sometimes."
Dallas dropped his head into Jake's knees, "Damn you, you swag curtain."
Jake rubbed his head, "I love you too, by non-brother, brother."
Dallas rolled onto his back and looked up at Jake, "So, now what do we do?"
Jake cocked his head to the side, "What do you mean, 'what do we do?'"
"We made a mess, we know that we are not blood-kin, and..." he paused awkwardly, "I don't know what I mean." he sighed.
"Never mind." he sat up. "Let's just clean this up..."
Jake cocked an eyebrow, "alrighty, then."
The two boys then got to cleaning up the mess they made. They carefully placed the papers back where they had found them. They tried to put them in the correct order as well.
"Jake," Dallas sighed, "We are so screwed when she finds out."
Jake snorted, "She's not going to find out."
"Find out what, boys?" the voice was so dark and menacing, that there was only one person it could be.
"Madam Kelly McSweetBliss! When did you get home?" The two asked in nervous unison.
"Oh, I never really left. I knew you were hiding behind the sofa. So I walked out through the front door and came back in through my office window. I hide in the ventilation system till," she checked her watch, "about two minutes ago."
The two boys laughed as they suffered from a nervous attack. "Is that so, ma'am." they were still in synch with speech.
"Indeed. So, tell me. What do you think of the results," she raised her left hand, "And, please, do not speak at the same time."
Jake and Dallas looked at each other. Jake looked back at Kelly well Dallas looked at the floor, "Well, ma'am," Jake spoke, "I am happy to know the truth about Dallas's and my relationship. Blood, relationship. It is, um, good to know that we aren't really brothers." he fidgeted as he spoke, "Though I didn't know that you weren't my mom, but that is also good to know." the swear ran down his face, "I-I mean, you are my mom, yes. But not my blood mom, ma'am." He looked away from her blazing brown eyes.
"Good. Now, what about you, Dallas?" the coldness of her voice was like a blade of ice pricing through one's heart.
"I agree with Jake..." He muttered, unable to look up from the floor.
"No, you don't." Kelly crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the floor, "How do you really feel?"
Dallas cringed at the sound of her foot tapping, "I-I don't know. Aw-Awkward, I guess..." he mumbled under his breathe.
Kelly throw her head back as the question left her cold lips, "And why do you feel that way, Dallas?" Her cold glare never once leaft the mind of Dallas as he looked at the floor.
"Cause.... Stuff and reasons...." Dallas started to chew on his left thumb.
"What kind of 'stuff and reasons,' Dallas?" Kelly threw her head forward again as she leaned closer to Dallas.
Dallas gnawed on his thumb even more. "The kind that make me feel awkward about this."
Kelly sighed, "Dallas Garnet McSweetBliss, give me a straight answer, or so help me God, I will beat it out of you." She cracked her knuckles and neck.
Dallas felt a chill run up and down his spin as the hairs on his neck and arms raised. "I-I-I-I-" he stumbled over his words, "I just don't know. Can't I feel awkward with out knowing why I feel awkward? I feel awkward all the time. It's just how I feel." He spoke quickly, now looking at Kelly, "What do you want me to say? What will get you off of my case about this whole thing? Huh? You want me to make-up so elaborate reason as to why I feel this way? You want me to tell you truth or lie to you? Take your pick, cause you can't have both!" He was making gestures with his hands that caused Jake to grab them to avoid being hit.
"Dallas, calm yourself." Jake tried to soothe the other.
"I am calm," Dallas almost cried the words, "This is how I normally am. I'm calm. I'm calm. I'm calm."
Kelly walked over to Dallas and took his arms away from Jake. She pulled him so he was looking into her eyes. "Dallas," she hissed, "Stop avoiding the topic. You know that it was going to come up some day. If it makes you feel any better, Jake is your age. He just looks younger."
Dallas's voice shook, "Wh-what are you trying to say, ma'am?"
"We all know how you really feel about this." Kelly moved some of her hair behind her ear, "Yes, you feel awkward. But you only feel awkward because of how close Jake and you have always been. You feel a deep bound with him. Now you are not sure how to feel about that bound. Is it love of a brother, you feel? Or something more?" She released him, causing Dallas to fall onto the floor on his butt. She loamed over him like a goddess over her slave, "Only you can decide what that feeling is. No one else can tell you. No one else can make-up your mind for you." She then turned away, her lab coat making a dramatic flare as she did so. She walked toward her bedroom. Each of her steps were like heavy heel clinks of an unknown doom.
After she was in her room, Dallas swallowed hard. "She scares me." he whispered.
"I know whatcha mean, Dally," Jake looked over at him, "Hey, you want to talk?" he bent down to Dallas' level.
"No," Dallas looked away, "I don't want to talk."
Jake sighed, "Man, you need to talk about it sometime."
Dallas ripped out his knife and threw it as Jake. Jake was nicked on the cheek as he tried to dodge the blade.
"WOW!" Jake looked at the blade, which was now stuck in the wall, "That could have killed me!"
Dallas looked away from Jake, "I'm sorry. I just, I just can't right now..."
Jake bent over and hugged Dallas, "It's ok." he rubbed Dallas's back.
Dallas hugged him and buried his head into his shoulder.
Kelly watched from the doorway of her room. She sighed as she closed the door. She then lifted a device to her mouth and spoke into it. "Project 62 has now advanced into stage two, sir."
There was some static feed as a deep, male voice replied from the other end, "Good. See that it makes it to stage 3. We need to make sure that Alpha 62's mutations are functional. "
"I understand, sir." Kelly lowered the device and peered back out at the two. "I hope you boys are ready for what's to come. The fun is just getting started."
" he pressed his forehead on Dallas's, looking wildly into the other's eyes.