Yet another day has passed, and I'm still alive. Yay? Here at the Xpo, that's an accomplishment. A guy who I just talked to this morning is dead. Around here, you get the job done or YOU'RE done. That's just the way it works. I really shouldn't be surprised, though I know for a FACT that I'd never get myself killed. There are only 2 possible ways I could die here. I either die trying to escape...which I am not even stupid enough to try. Or my peabrain twin brother dies trying to escape. In that case, I'm as good as dead. The Xpo thugs would kill me 'cause I'm "useless" Our weird superhuman stuff can't work if both of us are not alive. Now you may ask, "Oh, ALL POWERFUL Safrette, why is that so? Why must your foolish twin brother's mishaps effect you? Why do you have such strange powers? Are you a superhero?" Now don't you worry my loyal fans, I will answer all of your questions. The answer to the first question is nobody knows. The answer to the rest of the questions is a bunch of junk that is too complicated for science to explain. Oh, except the last one. That's easy. NO. Couldn't be further from the truth. In fact, I'm the villain. At least I work for them. And why do I work for a gang of DRUGLORDS? Oh, because twins are pretty rare. You've got a pair of twins? I shouldn't mess with you. You're rich and you've got some freaky superpowers on your side. Most times the scare tactics work. But others....well then a few people might get hurt in the process...
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