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Story Stater 1 Date: Jan. 25, 2011

My hand trembled as I punched the number into the phone. It rang, once, twice, three times. A sigh of relief escaped me, he wasn't home. Thank hell. "Hey, it's Donnie Mays, leave a message and I'll try to call you back." Beep. I clamped the phone back on the receiver and smiled. I had done it, I said I would call him and I did. Once, that was enough. I tried, it wasn't my fault if he wasn't home. Given I had planned my entire schedule for the week around making time only to call him when he would most likely not be home. (No one else had to know that.) All that was left now was to forget him entirely. How hard could that be-
Ring!
Fudge.
Riiiiing!
I could not answer, really I could.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiing! No, actually I couldn't. I pretty much had to pick it up. "Ugh, hello?"
"Hi, did you just call me?"
"Um, yeah yeah. I did . . ."
"Did you need something?"
LIE! My senses told me. " Yes, I suppose I do."
"Is this Eliza?"
"What? No, no. I'm not Eliza, my name is Sophie."
"Sophie . . . not sounding familiar," he said ever cheery.
"It probably wouldn't, we've never met. Formally."
"Okay . . . odd. How do you know me."
"Well, I know your daughter."
It went silent. "You must be mistaken," he finally sounded grave. "I don't have children."
"Yep, you do."
"Not do, did. She's gone now."
This was going to be tricky. "What if I told you that you were wrong? That Nina is still alive."
I could practically hear the anger and misery worm its way through his heart, it was silent and deadly. "Who are you."
"My name is Sophie and I know your daughter is alive. This has got to be a really hard thing to hear, but I mean it. She's alive and she-"
"Don't ever call me again. Hear me? Never. Stay away from me and my family." He hung up. Predictable.
"How'd that go," Harmony asked from the couch.
"Dreadful," I grumbled. "He hung up, didn't believe me."
"Figures. Not all people are as open to the strange as you are."
"I know, I just thought he might be interested in his kid."
"It happened just under a year ago, it's still a fresh wound to him."
"I can't imagine," I whispered. To loose your little girl and see her massacred. "I don't think I'm ready for this case Harmony."
"Hey," she said dragging her to the mirror, "Don't doubt my training. I'm good at what I do." Her grin lit up the mirror. It was strange, looking at the two of us in the mirror together, like and optical illusion. Reflections of reflections. Harmony and I looked exactly the same, in every way. Same hair, eyes, skin, everything. Exact copies. She was older so a bit taller and her hair was always back, but other than that I looked exactly like she did when she was my age.
All people in this world have a copy, we all have someone who could be a twin. Harmony found me on a trip to Chicago a few years back and swept me away into this world of trickery and lies. Not that I'm mad, this life has served me well. Eventually I'll get used to it, or so everyone says. Here we work to match up these pairs of identical people, like a child's memory game, but with 6 billion cards. Once a twin is found we get sent to work. Ruining this politicians life of stealing from the public or invading the life of and oversea enemy. We do what we do to help the world heal from the corruption and hatred engulfing it. A noble cause. If a bit messy.
"You're going to do great, I know it. Before long we'll have that little science nerd eating out of the palm of palm of our hand. He is the key to everything, Sophie. With him, we can finally recreate the world the way it should be." The passion burning in her eyes still scared me. "We trick him into coming back for his daughter and he gives us what we want in return. It's perfect! And all because of you."
"Funny how glancing at a magazine and seeing a man can change the course of history," I said growing queasy.
Harmony laughed. "I know! It's wonderful!" I had different thoughts. For some reason tricking a man into believing his family lived only to kill them both in the end. Well, after he built a machine for manipulating the way humans were born, of course. The more I thought about it the more I had second thoughts.
"You're doubting our orders, aren't you," Harmony suddenly spat at me.
"Maybe," I said awkwardly.
"Don't! You will do what is asked of you without question-"
"Quickly and effectively. I know Harmy," I know.
"Good, ‘cause we're both dead if you begin to doubt."
"Literally."
"Mm-hm. Now go fool a fool. Change our race for good!" She tossed me a coat and grandly opened the door.
I sighed and walked out. Time to doom another innocent person.