Twin's Luck by Kelsey Hunsdon (great novels txt) 📕

The red light on the monitor was beeping at it's highest setting, the woman's heart rate was shown in a red zig zag. Her eyes were squeezed shut creating craters of wrinkles across her face. Her long brown hair was splayed across the pillow and stuck to her sweaty forehead. Her knuckles were white as they clutched the rails of the bed. A low grunt escaped her clenched teeth. Her legs were spralled out like a puppet, her toes curled in pain. The doctor ran the cold scalpel across her bulging abdomin. Instantly blood poured from the wound. Her brown eyes shot open and her bloodshot veins buldged. She groaned in pain but watched as the doctor stuck a suction device into the wound. It stuck to the infant's head and he began to pull. A bloody head appear covered in curly brown hair. The baby fell out of the wound and landed on the naked body of it's mother. Crying filled the room and the mother sighed with ease, the doctor's rushing to close the wound. Then the baby turned it's head to look at her. The nurse said in the woman's ear, "A girl." The woman smiled.
" Destiny...Destiny Lee Brooklyn." The nurse gave the woman's hand a firm squeeze before leaving the room. The doctor layed the cleaned baby in the mother's arms, but the mother's vision was becoming blurry, her heart was sputtering and she was barely able to keep her eyes open. She stroked the babies face with her finger.
" Destiny." She whispered it almost silently. The eyes of the baby shot open and looked at the mother's face. The mother gasped and clutched the baby tighter. The child's eyes were the strangest shade of gray, the color of smoke, the color of her fathers.
" Curse you Oberon." With that the woman's last breath left her body and the monitor went blank. Nurses rushed over but nothing brought the mother back. Lightning cracked outside the window as a new creature was created. The sound's of another infants screams filled the air and a boy was pulled from the dead woman's womb.

The giant doors were pushed open.
" Oberon! Sir." The king looked up. His throne was covered in bluming vines that cascaded across the floor. The throne next to his was empty of the Queen.
" What is it?" The king looked down upon the court member. The man glanced down at his paper quickly.
" It is Isabella sir." The kings eyes tightened slightly.
" She has perished, let us speak of her no longer." He turned away from the man and waved a hand away in disgust.
" But sir...it's not that." The king's head turned back towards the man and his gray eyes burned with anger.
" What then?!" The little man cowared away from the lash in the king's voice. He took a deep breath before starting.
" There is a child your highness, or rather children." The king seemed taken back.
" Impossible, the woman was damned to die during child birth." The paper in the man hands became drenched in nervous sweats.
" They were out of her before hand." The king seemed completely rigid and his mouth was an angry line. "A girl and boy sir." The king closed his eyes in thought and then rested a hand on his forehead.
" Can it be said that they is mine?" He didn't look up or open his eyes. The little man nearly choked on the over amount of saliva in his mouth.
" One has your eyes, the other your hair." The king sighed.
" They will live in the human world, orphan or not."
" But sir, that would mean death." The king opened his eyes and observed the man.
" Do you think I am being overly cruel Darneus? I did not ask for these children." The man cringed away from the powerful king's scrutiny.
" Sir I believe that they deserve a chance, they seem diffrent from the others." The king arched a golden eyebrow.
" How so?"
" I cannot explain it sir, it is something I witnessed in their pressence." The king thought for a moment, rubbing his hand across his smooth chin.
" Bring me Goodfellow." He waved his hand and a guard dissapeared soon followed by another of their kind. The man walked in in wrinkled clothing, his hair was splayed around creating bright orange spalshes across his skin.
" Your highness." He sleepily nodded to the king and his eyes roamed the small man standing in the back of the room.
" I have fathered children in the human world, you will see to it that they stay alive until I see it fit to return them to this world." The eyes of the sleepy one seemed to shoot open in surprise.
" But sir, this is the job of-" The king held up a hand and the other stopped short.
" You will do as I say, no questions asked." He waved his hand in annoyance and both men knew that their time with the king was over. The red head sighed in frustration and stomped from the room. He got dressed and entered the human world much to his dissapointment.

- 16 years later -

"Oliver open the door!" I banged my fist against the old wood covered in diffrent groups of dark, strange bands. The door flew open and my brother stood in the midst. Dark sheets stretched across his windows keeping out the light. He stood with his electric guitar strapped across his chest. He had long blonde hair that covered his face, but underneath were chocolate colored eyes.
" What!?" His voice was agitated and I could see his hand fumbling with the strings on the instrument. His fingernails were bit to the quick and painted black.
" Dinner's ready." His mouth turned into a sneer.
" Oh yay." His hand gripped the door and sent it spinning in my direction. It slammed in my face and my hair flew out behind me. I sighed as the music began to blast again. I walked back down the hallway and then into the kitchen. The elderly couple was sitting at the table fumbling with shaky hands. They were messily putting mashed potatoes into their mouthes. I walked over to the woman and wiped the food from her face with a napkin.
" Addy, is that you?" I sighed.
" No, Mrs. McCurst my name is Destiny." Her face took on a frown.
" Wait!" The old man seemed startled and he dropped his fork. "Addy's here!?" I walked over to him but he was already chanting and soon the woman added in.
" Addy! Addy! Addy!" It sounded like a bunch of vultures. Oliver and I had lived with the McCurst's for the past two years. They had recently both got a severe case of Altsheimers that made them believe their long deceased daughter, Addy was back. We probably should have reported that we were in unstable housing but who else would take 16 year old twins. Not likely, I rolled with the punches and took care of the two as best as I could, but it wasen't easy, especially because Oliver was obviously no help.
He stomped down the stairs at that very moment.
" Uhh, can't you get those two to shut up already?" He stalked into the kitchen giving the squaking pair dirty looks. A pair of drumsticks stuck out of his back pocket as he grabbed a soda from the fridge. He yanked a piece of chicken from the table before going back up the stairs. The loud music started up again and when his door slammed the two elders grew silent. I sat down at the table and slowly ate, stopping every few bites to wipe food from one or the other. I cleaned all the plates from the table and then rolled the now sleeping people to their rooms, putting both into seperate beds. I cleaned everything up and collected the chicken bones from outside of Oliver's room. I heard a knock on the door and hastily trid my hands on the dishtowel. I pulled it open and focused my eyes on the kid standing in the doorway. He was alittle taller than me, about Olivers height. He had bushy red hair that stuck up all over his head. His extremely green eyes were smiling down at me. I held my finger up to my mouth "Shhh." He nodded and closed the door silently. I sat on the couch and he sat down next to me, we were used to talking in whispers although the sleeping two probably couldn't hear us over Oliver's music anyhow. We both sat their and listened for a moment before Robbie rolled his eyes.
" Happy Birthday." I smiled, my best friend was the only one who seemed to be able to lift my spirits.
" Thanks, are you hungry?" I had put the leftovers in the fridge. He shook his head. His eyes focused on something intently just to the left of me.
" What?" I asked. He reached out one of his pale, thin hands and pulled some potatoe from my hair. I laughed and ran a hand through the thick brown mess.
" They were throwing food." Robbie smiled.
" What a shock." His sarcasm lightened the mood. I heard footsteps and watched Oliver go back into the kitchen. After some more banging he came back out with a whole box of oreos. He nodded towards Robbie and they shared eye contact. Then Oliver was gone again his music turned up a few octives. Robbie sighed and I couldn't blame him, he hated the way Oliver acted about the same way I did. We went outside and sat on the small front porch, our feet hanging down in the dirt. We usually sat here on days like these watching the stars, it made the world seem better like everything was going to be fine eventually.
" So what are you planning on doing this summer?" I asked looking over at him. He shrugged.
" I don't know, maybe something back home." I tried to wrap my head around that statement.
" Back home?" He nodded and I let it go, but Robbie had grown up with me here, I'd known him sense kindergarton. Maybe he just meant something around his house.
" How about you?" I stared back up at the sky looking across the constilations.
" I was going to apply for a job down at the diner, but I don't know how I'd manage with taking care of the McCurst's." I shrugged it of knowing it probably wouldn't be possible. We sat in silence watching the night and then something in the caught my eye. A falling star blazed across the sky lighting everything up.
" Wow." I said, but then it was gone. I looked over but Robbie was gone. I made out hid figure running away towards the darkness.
" Robbie!?" He didn't answer. "What are you doing?" Silence then after a moment I heard the yelling from inside. I sighed and went back in. Mr. McCurst was having yet another spell and I finally got him to lay back down in bed.
" Night." I called as I walked past Oliver's room but the music was too loud for him to hear me. I closed my door quietly and laid down in my small bed. The curtains ruffled slightly with the breeze coming in from the window and I