PROLOGUE

Everybody waits for one moment in their life; you live for that. Every action you make is building up to the tension, maybe only a second of satisfaction. I wonder if it’s worth it. Can’t we live for something else? Someone else? Or is fate a cruel bitch pulling the strings?

I don’t doubt that. I thought I had everything figured out from day one. You come into life, you breathe, you see, and you listen. They give you a name and you learn what being alive entails. There are consequences, yes, and deals to be made. Rules must be acknowledged, or you’ll be subject to the games you play. Now that’s against nature; we are the right hand of nature.

So why did I stop? Why was my logic overtaken? I had been warned all my life what it would be like when I met him, but there was still no way you could prepare yourself. I’d been living here for only a few weeks, and I’d finally found him. Across this busy courtyard, he stood there gnawing on the end of a pen as he stared at a notebook. He was everything like me, yet also nothing. On the outside I could see the similarities, but just looking at him showed me the differences as well. But there he was: me.

This was my moment; the tension in my life. I could feel that accomplishment hovering just out of my reach, and all he had to do was look at me. Once we locked eyes, it would be over.

He looked up. His green eyes, a color opposite of mine, left the notebook and drifted up. Perhaps he felt me standing there, because it was said they could sometimes feel you there. He looked at the place where I had been standing—had been. I stepped out of the way, my body hidden from his view behind the nearest tree. I still watched him, my body tense with my own fury. Suddenly, everything was crumbling. He was walking away, and I stayed hidden. Nothing had happened, nothing I was supposed to do. I thought I was ready, so ready.

I audibly ground my teeth. I’d been told so many times, and I’d practiced controlling the emotions . . . apparently that wasn’t enough.

My moment had passed. All my life I’d been waiting to do it. My limelight was there and I shied away.

I had failed to kill him.

The newest story . . . funny how it came into mind. At the office I’m working at they have a client named Dondlinger, and I can never pronounce it right, so I always thought to myself ‘yes, well here’s the Doppelganger file . . .”

So this came to mind! I’ve written more, so we’ll see what happens :D