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This story is mine. As such there is a high chance that you will become my victim if you decide to copy me. If you find that this story is close to yours in any way remember what I am about to say. Twins with opposite powers is a very common theme. My originality comes from the otherworldly interaction, loss of power, and deaths. Still convinced I copied you? PM me and I'll prove you wrong.

On another side, just remember this story may not be finished. I want to finish it, I promised myself I woulf. Just sometimes I can only write on a level I consider really bad. Critique is highly appreciated, but not on this thread! Send me a message, or if you are on the Inklings thread, just say something there.

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Holiday and Maverick were in many ways a normal set of twins. They had their little spats, but always ended up smiling again. That is, until Roman went missing. Their little brother, only seven years old, out in the mountains of Colorado. Now tension is heating up between the twins, who blame eachother for his disappearance. A fight reveals that many things lay unkown from their past. Divine intervention and government forces may just become the twins' demise. Where is little Roman?

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Holdiay Cadence Jones
. seventeen . female . electricity .
Hello. Wind. Braid.

Maverick Weston Jones
. seventeen . male . shadows .
Behind the house. I got bored. Hawaiian Vacation

Roman Excalibur Jones
. seven . male . unknown .
My collage. Winter eyes. It's white.

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prologue

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A man in a long white lab jacket sat across from a very short, heavily pregnant woman. He asked her questions, and she responded by sliding him a pair of sketches across the wooden table. One of the sketches showed a young woman with long, straight brown hair flowing down her back, as well as bright blue eyes. Her nose was perfectly aligned with the rest of her face, and her smile was perfect. The other sketch was as close as a mirror image could come in a masculine tone. He took the sketches from the woman, and escorted her into another room, this one resembling a hospital room.

The scientist helped her onto the bed, sitting her back into a relaxed position. He talked her through the process she was about to undergo, answering questions along the way. Eventually he stood, opening the room's door. Approximately twenty scientists walked into the room. Both of the sketches were projected onto a board with instructions. The team began to work. They checked through all their books, selecting a certain tube from here, a specific needle from there.

One scientist put a mask on the woman, and her head fell to the pillow. Now that she was in an anesthetic state, they could begin to work. The team injected an extreme amount of liquids and pills into her body, preparing her for what they were about to do to her. Without warning an extremely tall man in a long chocolate colored trench coat walked in. He moved over to the vials that the scientists had so carefully arranged and added some sort of black liquid to one of the mixtures, then poured a light blue liquid to the next. Within seconds he had exited the room. Guiltily, a scientist proceeded to inject the contents of the beakers into the woman.

Hours later she was woken, and the scientists told her everything had gone beautifully. They lied. What had gone in was a mystery to even them.

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Her tongue dashed across her lips for a few brief seconds. The force of her right arm came back, and her eyes zoomed in on her target. A hundred yards away, thick and juicy- a large doe. In the next few seconds she thanked her grandfather for the bow and fired. The young woman winced as the string snapped her arm. Even with the unsteady shot, it had made contact. Death wasn't there quite yet, so another archer annihilated the doe.

"Mav, we did it! We finally killed her!" The girl said with joy, so loudly that everything around her ran or flew away. That was typical for her though. She didn't always think first.

"Good job on ruining my chance of getting the high score," Maverick said grumpily. He dropped the bow on the ground, and unstrapped his jacket. His image began to fog up before it completely evaporated.

"Wait up!" The girl yelled, using the same process. When she opened her eyes she was in a large basement, and the boy was sitting at the bar, drinking an orange soda. "Well, brother, maybe you shouldn't have taken a newbie along with you," Her face was toward the wall.

"Holiday, please. I took you because you've been begging for two and a half months. So the first time Roman decides to take a nap, you portal in with me. Our little brother is a much better hunter than you, and he's half your age. God, girl. Get your story straight," He snapped. Not the slightest bit of sarcasm snuck into his words as he watched his sister with disgust.

"Are you kidding me?! I asked you to help me, but no, Zee was over, or Roman was playing. All I wanted was another thing for us to do together. Do you love me any more? Do you Mav?" Holiday practically cried.

"You know what, not anymore. Why don't you just f--king disappear huh?" He asked. The boy spun around, flipping his sister off.

Unknowingly to them, Roman had come down just in time to hear that no one loved him. The little boy, who understood little of it, grabbed his coat, a pair of boots, and his favorite toy. He left the house in the mountains, heading for nowhere, yet anywhere but home.

Holiday's mouth fell open. "You have to be joking. Mav, you don't say that to your twin. We are connected retard. She rolled her eyes at him, before just walking out of the room.

His eyes began to darken, and Maverick started to grumble painful words of hatred. It was amazing how easy it was to break trust, or any bond truly. He found it hard to imagine that tomorrow was their birthday. Why did he have to share everything with that girl, why?