Twinepathy (Part 23): Too Late?

Hullo, everyone! Been enjoying this lately? I nearly forgot to post this morning… but enjoy! New? See part one.

I contemplate my dilemma as I take a bite out of my roast beef and pepperoni sandwich. Brooklyn knows me too well. A forty-five minute drive wouldn’t be so bad, if only I was able to drive. But even thought Brooklyn and I are seventeen, we decided to wait to get our licenses until we were eighteen. Now that’s backfiring, for me, at least.

As far as I can see, I have three – no, four options. I can get Blaze to take me there, risking that he’ll tell Jen or refuse. I could walk there… or not. I can get Mom, Dad, or Denver to drive me over, or maybe Ezra. Or I can just give up all together.

But I’m not a quitter. So after evaluating my options, I settle on getting someone to drive me over. Mom and Dad are out of the question. They’ll want to know why, and Brooklyn would be suspicious of me leaving with just one of them. So Denver or Ezra. Ezra’s too law-abiding, though. My guess is that she would insist on telling Jen, just like Blaze probably would.

So that leaves Denver.

But how to convince him? I look down at my almost-gone sandwich. I need more food to think. I head downstairs and grab some pretzels, sitting down next to Maddie at the kitchen island. She looks up at me with those wide, frightened eyes of hers, and I can’t help but offer her a pretzel. She accepts it with an unsure smile.

Maddie! That’s it! It’s all I can do to restrain myself from giving her a hug, but that might ruin everything. Now that I’ve got my idea, I just need to wait until Denver gets home.

Brooklyn decides that we should clean the house, which will hopefully make Mom and Dad not get as angry if they find out what really happened at school today. They’d better not find out, but knowing Brooklyn, if they start to get suspicious, she’ll just blurt everything out. After we finish cleaning, Brooklyn gets started on dinner with Maddie’s help, telling me that the kitchen is off-limits. Clearly, she doesn’t want dinner to be ruined. I don’t blame her. But now I have nothing to do except work ahead in my schoolwork.

So of course I go on the computer and play Solitaire for who-knows-how-long. I mean, come on. Today’s practically a guilt-free no school day! I might as well take advantage of it.

Mom and Dad get home about ten minutes apart, like usual, and Denver get back about twenty minutes later. While Mom helps Brooklyn finish up dinner, I pull Denver aside. Let’s see if I can do this.

“Denver, I need your help,” I tell him. “I need to visit someone, but the problem is that they live about forty-five minutes away. Do you think you could drive me over there?”

Denver frowns. “Who is it?”

I look around like I don’t want anyone to overhear. “I think I found someone who might be related to Maddie, or might know about her, since she works as a nanny. I would ask Mom and Dad about it, but I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up. I thought we could check it out, in case it’s not real, and then if it is, we can tell everyone.”

Denver studies me, then nods. “All right. When are we going to go?”

We plan to go on Saturday, but he does mention that we can go before if the school stays closed. I desperately hope it will. If we wait until Saturday, Jen will have already made her move, I’m guessing, and then what would be the point?

Later that night, after dinner, I’m reading in bed while Brooklyn checks her email. Maddie’s in the bathroom brushing her teeth. I’m flipping pages quickly as I approach the climax when Brooklyn lets out a sigh. “That’s that, then.”

I don’t look up. “What?”

She shuts down the computer and heads over to her bed. “The school’s been deemed safe, so they’re opening up again tomorrow. There’ll be police and guards and stuff like that, but they think it’s fine for us to be there.”

I groan and shut my book as Maddie comes in. I wait until she’s in her sleeping bag and then turn off the light.

Looks like we’ll be too late.

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Twinepathy (Part 22): Genesis Fabel

Hullo, everyone! I hope you’re enjoying your MLK Day! If you’re a homeschooler who doesn’t have the day off… I’m so sorry. I’m one of the lucky ones who does have the day off… Enjoy this post, my friends! Check out part one here if you’re new.

Blaze takes us home a few minutes later, not the least bit suspicious as he waves to us before leaving. Since Mom’s at the café, no one’s at home except Denver, who’s in the bathroom showering. I’m guessing his first class starts in half an hour. The three of us go into our bedroom, closing the door behind us. Hopefully Denver won’t notice we’re home, but if he does, we can tell him the truth, sort of. At least, the truth about school being closed.

I go onto my computer – I may not be at Denver’s level of expertise, but I’m okay with computers – and head to the school’s website. Sure enough, the school was evacuated and closed due to “an emergency.” I find a news clip of the place swarming with police and other people. Brooklyn sighs. “Well, that’s a mess. Do you think they’ll have school tomorrow?”

I shrug. “I have no clue. I hope not.”

There’s a knock at the door, which makes me jump. Brooklyn goes over and opens it while Maddie hides, just in case Denver knows she’s supposed to be at daycare. “What are you guys doing here?” Denver asks. “Are you skipping school?”

I shake my head and point to the news clip on the computer screen. “No. The school’s closed.”

Denver watches the clip, then turns to us, looking almost panicked. “Are you guys all right? Do you know what happened?”

We give a blabbered, confused explanation, rambling until Denver realizes that he’s going to be late. He leaves, and we’re finally alone.

“Well, I’m hungry,” Brooklyn says. “Anyone want lunch?”

It’s past time, and I suddenly realize how hungry I am. “Sure. Can you get me something? I have something I need to work on.”

She shrugs. “Sure. Want to help me, Maddie?”

Maddie nods and follows Brooklyn downstairs to the kitchen. I sit down in front of the computer. I didn’t get a chance to see Genesis Fabel’s address on Jen’s computer, but with her age and a vague reference for her appearance, I can try to find that out without hacking into the CIA database. After all, it’s not like Genesis Fabel is a common name, right?

Not common, certainly. In fact, I don’t find anyone when I search. I lean my chin on my hand, frowning. She obviously exists. She’s in the CIA database. Could she have married since then, and have a different name? If so, this could become impossible. And if she’s changed her name on purpose, this’ll be even more impossible.

Then I do the obvious: I search “how to find a person.” And I had no clue there were so many sites that are dedicated to finding people. It takes me a while, but I finally find a site that has people’s addresses and property records. Bingo. One Genesis Fabel. I write down the address. The door to the room opens, and I instantly shut down the website, spinning and smiling at Brooklyn. She hands me a sandwich, giving the blank computer desktop a suspicious look. “There you go. What’re you working on?”

“Not much,” I say. “I was just thinking about looking up some stories with superheroes. I think it would be interesting to read some different theories and get different ideas about how powers like Maddie’s can be used.”

Brooklyn nods. “That’s a good idea! I’ll go get Maddie, and we can work on that.”

She leaves, and I quickly pull up the browser. I type in the address and study the results. It’s in a small-ish town about forty-five minutes away by car, called White Bluff. I close the browser and pull up another search for superhero books. I have no clue how I’ll get to Fabel’s house, but I’ll find a way. I have to. Alone.

Ohhh, Albany… What think you, friends?

Twinepathy (Part 21): WHAT?!?!

Hullo, everyone! Another part for you on this wonderful Monday, and I remembered! Last time we found out that Ezra’s an IDIA agent… So let’s see what’s going on. If you missed the Random Twinepathy Wednesday, check it out, and read Part One if you’re new!

The first word out of my mouth is akin to a screechy, indistinguishable “WHAT?!?!”

Ezra looks at me with huge eyes, and both Jen and Blaze look confused and mildly surprised. Brooklyn rolls over enough to get a good look at Ezra, and her eyes get as big as the older girl’s, but she manages a squeak.

“But – what are you – you guys are…” Ezra’s so shocked that she can’t even get out a coherent sentence.

“You’re… a superhero?” I half-screech.

“You know each other,” Jen observes calmly.

“Yes, of course we know her! She’s dating our brother!” I exclaim.

Calm. If anyone should be freaking out right now, it should be Brooklyn, and here she is, telling me to be calm. And Ezra’s so confused that she’s speechless.

Jen moves over next to Ezra. “We can talk about this later. Right now, Ezra, we need you to hack into the CIA database.”

Ezra goes over to the computer self-consciously. She knows she has an audience. Jen moves next to her and gives her specific instructions on how far in and where in the database she wants her to go. Ezra starts hacking away, hesitantly at first, but she speeds up as she get in the zone.

“There,” she says, leaning back five minutes later. Jen smiles and nods towards a chair for Ezra as she sits down at the computer.

I move over to stand behind Jen as she clicks through pictures. “The CIA has a lot of records on a lot of major and minor criminals, and some ‘people of interest’ who haven’t actually committed any crimes. Some of those end up being enhanced.”

“So you’re hoping one of the people from her brain will be on their database?” I ask.

Jen nods. “Exactly.” She continues flipping through the pictures, and I notice that most of the pictures are of young-ish women. She pauses on a picture of a girl with dark blond hair. “That’s her,” Jen says immediately. She clicks on the picture, which brings up the information. Name: Genesis Fabel; Age: 20; Location… I quickly file away the information in my head as Jen minimizes the window and stands up.

“Well, I guess you’re wanting to chat now,” she says, pulling her chair around her desk so that we’re in a sort of circle. A very misshapen circle. “Yes, Ezra is enhanced, and Ezra, yes, the twins are enhanced as well. Does that cover everything?”

I glare at her – surprising myself; I didn’t think that I was that brave – and turn to Ezra. “So… what do you do?”

Ezra looks at Jen like she’s asking for permission. She receives a nod from Jen and turns back to me. “I can manipulate electricity.”

“Along with being a wonderful hacker,” Jen adds. “She comes in handy when we need our computers fixed, since I can’t do it.” She looks down at her hands.

“What about you two?” Ezra asks. She looks towards Brooklyn and spots Maddie. “And her! She was at your house last night!”

I look over at Maddie. “Erm. Yes, she was. Brooklyn and I are… telepaths. Sort of. In a very limited way.”

Ezra’s eyes widen a little. “Telepaths? That… I think that explains a lot.” She turns to Jen. “But what’s going on? Why are they here? If I’m allowed to know.” Is it just me, or is there a bit of protectiveness in her voice? I must be imagining it.

Jen leans forward. “It seems we’ve run into a bit of a mystery, and they’ve been dragged into it.” She looks at me. “But you and Brooklyn’s part in this is over now. Blaze will take you two and Maddie home. Your school’s probably closed or swarming with police now.”

“Wait,” I say, frowning. “We’re… done? You’re just going to make us go home?”

Jen nods. “Until we need you again. There’s not much else you can do.”

I open my mouth to protest, but then close it and nod. If I comply, Jen’ll be less suspicious and won’t worry about me going off on my own. Because I will. I’m not letting this drop. Not until I know who did this.

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Random Twinepathy Wednesday

Before you ask, no, this is not a new feature on the blog. I actually just have some awesome Twinepathy things to show you.

First off, I have a wonderful drawing, created by my wonderful friend Hannah, of Denver and Ezra. Isn’t it awesome?

DenverAndEzra

This is the first fanart anyone’s ever done for any of my stories! Eek! Although maybe it doesn’t count, since Ezra is Hannah’s character… Ah, well, I’m counting it. 😉

And then there’s this Twinepathy fanfic written by Merenwen on her blog Shattered Fractals. The fanfic blew me away and made me tear up, because I know the future of these poor, poor characters. Poor, poor Finch!!! You should definitely check out the rest of the posts on her blog, and she’s getting ready to publish her first book! *throws confetti*

And, finally, some quick updates on Twinepathy itself. I just hit 32,000 words (!!!), completed Part 52 (!!!!), and reached 130 pages! This is officially the longest book I’ve ever written, and it’s still growing! I’m having so much fun writing this and sharing it with you (even if I am over 30 parts ahead of what you’re reading).

So! Just a short post today, but I can’t leave without showing you the punny creation I made yesterday…

HanFroyo

I made that, guys. I made it. 😀 Have a great day, everyone!!!

Twinepathy (Part 20): Hacking Skills

Hullo, everyone! Happy Monday, the first one of 2016! A very happy, wonderful post today, so I’ll let you get to it! 😉 Enjoy, friends, and if you’re new, check out the first part here.

Two people? Fighting? In my sister’s head? Jen leans forward, looking very interested, and places her hand on Brooklyn’s arm. I get the weird feeling that she’s looking at something, but not something visible. If that makes any sense at all.

Jen pulls away and heads over to her desk. She begins typing away on her computer. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“I just looked at Brooklyn’s memories of what happened. Apparently two telepaths were fighting in her brain. That’s what made Brooklyn scream, and why she’s in so much pain. She was, essentially, their mental battlefield. One of them had almost a physical presence in Brooklyn’s brain and left enough of an image, however vague, that I could probably recognize—” She growls, glaring at her computer. “If only I could hack into the CIA database. Where’s Com when I need him?”

“Too bad Denver’s not here,” I half-joke. I’m so relieved that Brooklyn doesn’t have amnesia, but I feel a growing anger at whoever did this to her.

Jen sighs. “Blaze, can you get Volt? We need her hacking skills.” Blaze gives her a short nod and then disappears.

“How are you feeling?” I ask Brooklyn.

She gives me a half-hearted smile. “You remember when you dared me to climb the neighbor’s tree and I fell and had to get half a dozen stitches?” I nod, grimacing. I cried after that for ages because it was my fault, even though Brooklyn didn’t blame me. “It’s about ten times worse than that,” she finishes. I wince.

Jen comes over to us. “What about your telepathic connection?” she asks.

I completely forgot about that! I feel for it in my head and slump in relief when I realize that our connection is back.

“That’s right,” Brooklyn says, remembering. “When I felt someone in my head, I broke off the connection as best I could. I remembered how Jen got to me through you, and I didn’t want us both to end up with amnesia.”

Jen nods. “Good thinking. It’s a good thing the connection wasn’t lost forever.”

Brooklyn’s face pales at the thought. We keep the connection a secret and try to use it as little as possible, but it’s still our special connection. It would be terrible for us to lose it. “I think your connection must be pretty strong if it can withstand being disconnected like you did,” Jen says. She heads back over to her desk.

Suddenly, Blaze appears, alone. “She’s in the middle of something really important. What do I tell her?”

Jen groans. “Tell her she gets to hack into the CIA’s system. She won’t be able to pass that up.”

Blaze grins. “Of course.” He disappears, and Jen glares at the computer again.

Maddie scoots over next to Brooklyn, who smiles as soon as she spots the little girl. “Do you need anything?” Maddie asks, her voice soft.

Brooklyn shakes her head. “Were you having fun with J – Data?”

Maddie nods. “She already taught me a lot. And she’s going to get someone named Push to help me work on my powers.”

Push. Appropriate, I guess, if the person has telekinesis-whatever like Maddie does. I really need to check and see if that’s actually what it’s called.

“What’s taking so long?” Jen growls impatiently. “This is import… Ah, there you are! Finally!”

I turn around, curious about the person who earned the code name Volt. My jaw drops. Same height, same awkward expression, same purple hair…

Volt is none other than Denver’s genius girlfriend, Ezra.

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