The rooftops are dangerous places to be, but for me and me brother, they're the only safe place as well. They've been our home for as long as we care to remember.
And we can remember pretty far. People laugh when we tell them our story, or they hear about two people that have been surviving on rooftops for years...but hear me out.
I remember everything with frightening clarity. From the "Heil Hitlars!" to the salutes. The book burning and the incinerators.
It's hard to forget the incinerators when you watch half your family disappear in one.
My family is not religious, but neither were we blessed blonde and blue. We all have dark hair and dark eyes. I suppose I should say had. Even my brother, who is a light drown in his hair coloring, did not reach the status quo.
It's a miracle we survived. We're twins, see, maternal twins. It's probably the only reason, actually.
I say it's a miracle because of the German 'Scientists'. I guess what we got is a better fate than most, who were twisted and cut to test the 'link' twins are said to have. Guess they didnt want to test on their own people.
As for my blood relation and myself, we were injected with bat blood and...something else. After a period of time, our dark eye pigments spread to cover nearly our entire eye, we somehow lost our ring fingers while our other fingers extended half an inch, and our limbs grew long....to were we would be well over the height of any other 10 year old...if we were allowed to stand. We lost almost half our weight, our ears grew out, pointed. My brother somehow grew fangs and wings...like our flying counter-parts of who's blood we now shared.
Apparently, that wasnt the result the Germans had hoped for.
I remember waking up with my face deep in the dirt, my brother sprawled out on the ground a little ways off. His pale skin was bruised. I suspected I looked no better as he helped me to my feet and p*censored*ed the guards. I thought briefly how they could bare to stand the stench of the rotting bodies...
That was 62 years ago, in the middle the beginning of WW2. We've both matured physically to resemble 18 or 19 year olds, but most people, should they care to talk to us, are surprised by our intellect. Well, what would they expect?
When we came to America (Smuggled ourselves on a ship), it took a few years for us to realize that we werent...normal anymore. As the years p*censored*ed, the rooftops called us and with our agility and speed, we've managed very nicely as unseen protectors in New York. Dare Devil's got nothing on us.
But now we're hunted. We dont know who sent them or what exactly they are. They're shadow people. Black tailored suites and black helmets with a visor so reflective you can see youre surprised face as you turn at a noise, see it as a hand closes around your throat and lifts your feet off the ground...
The hunters are hunted. We cant survive much longer.
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Eh. Theres the plot/story line thingy. I get the weirdest dreams...
Rules
Boy-girl....ah, forget it. I know it aing gunna happen
Let Abra and Abcde revel in their uniqness
Freeform or bio
PLEASE use grammar and punctuation. Remember English cl*censored*
Romance and violence encouraged. Especially violence. ^^
PG
No swearing. My younger siblings read these things. -_-
Try not to streatch the page
Note: Sorry if I sounded racist in the plot. Wasnt intended. Im not a racist person... especially when half my heritage is German.
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