Short Story #12
You don’t mess with Marcus and get to live.
You don’t mess with his children and get to see the next daylight. You don’t mess with his wife and get to see the sunset from the Eiffel Tower. But most of all, MOST OF ALL, you don’t get to mess with Marcus da Díxon’s identical mirror image twin and get to breathe the next minute. Ray was the reason why his heart beats. The reason why he existed. When they were created, Ray was chosen as the automatic function between the two meaning that if Ray dies, then Marcus dies.
Ray had danger magnet stamped on his forehead and Marcus found himself trying to do the impossible: protect his twin at all cost in order to keep them both alive, something he recently failed miserably at, hence the reason he found himself in the seediest Parisian district known to the French searching for his missing twin, his heartbeat growing fainter with every passing second.
*** I am still struggling to write. I don’t have writer’s block, but my focus is not on writing short stories at the moment. This is something I found while going through my flash drive. I kind of added a little bit to it, but that’s about all the writing I did. It’s a Science Fiction story, but I don’t think I’ll be completing this one. It was an experiment of sorts. ^^