Chapter 1: Chapter 1 (Rewrote)
"Ahh" I awoke gasping for air, it was already morning but everything was blurry. And before my eyes refocused, I saw it again. The thing that's been haunting my dreams lately. The blue hand.
Bruce my twin brother seemed to have already went down to eat with our father and mother Thomas and Martha Wayne. I excitedly ran out the room. Today was the day! Today is the day my brother and I have been begging and badgering our parents non-stop for. We're going to the movies!
It was raining, the whole family just left the theatre. We just got done watching the newest Zorro film the mask of Zorro. We begged and begged our parents the night before to take us. Bruce and I were pretend sword fighting as we turned into an alley by the theatre. As I had just pretend parried his sword and poked him with my finger it caused him to stumble into what I can only describe as an alley rat that was passing by. He grabbed Bruce by the shoulder and before Bruce or anyone could react, he pulled out a pistol.
He then screamed "no one move. You, pretty lady with the pearls" he paused for a bit eyes a bit dazed and his demeanor presented itself as not all there in the head.
Dad slowly pulled out his wallet from his back pocket of his suit and this sudden motion seemed to awaken the man and he pointed the pistol at dad and before dad could say a word, he shot him. 'BANG' the bullet found its way to fathers' jugular which he flung his wallet and grabbed his throat. Completely shocked both Bruce and I just watched as our father struggled and breathed his last breath.
Our mom Martha Wayne seemed to have been the first one jolted awake with adrenaline pumping and fiery determination to get her sons out of this situation unharmed, she rushed at the assailant that's got a good grip on my brother and had just shot my father and grabs the gun hand of the ally thug and struggles with him.
While she's doing that I also snapped out of my traumatic trance and fearing for my brother's life I also run at the thug. Pumped on adrenaline like my mother I mange to bite the hand gripping Bruce. Causing the thug to bleed and yell in pain. He lets go of Bruce, and instead punches mom with his bloody hand which dazes her and while she's dazed, he grabs at her necklace, breaks it, then points the muzzle of the gun to her forehead and pulls the trigger. With a quick and swift motion pistol whips me across the face. Thoroughly knocking me out.
Images and memories flashed in my head in bits and pieces. a familiar world much like this one but wrong. I wasn't in it, only Bruce. All our most precious memories but wrong. As I was immersed these images I felt warm droplets of water splash on my face. All of a sudden it felt like I was in a moving car looking out at the rushing scenery, all my memories were rushing forward while I remained in place until I was floating in a dark space full of nothing. And then, a big blue hand the size of a car reached out towards me and before it touched me, my eyes flew open.
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