Epilouge: Ballad

November 10th, 4:35 PM

Joshua Hughes stood in front of the two tombstones with a somber look in his eyes. The one on the left read Ian Edward Hughes while the right one read Alex James Hughes. The dates of birth were the same, as well as the years of death.

The priest wasn't wearing his collar, a strange thing to anyone who knew him. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one in his mouth. "You know," he began, speaking to one of the tombstones, "I quit smoking ten years ago, and the only reason that I started was because they help relieve stress. And anyone with kids will tell you all about that. Jennifer decided not to come to your funeral after all that happened. Even though you're sort of her brother in law ... Well, you probably understand.

"The police couldn't convict you. There was sufficient evidence to bring you to trial, but they can't do that when you're dead. So legally, the Gemini Murders will always be unsolved, no one will ever get blamed for them. Twelve people, that's a pretty high number, son, and I was more than a little shocked to hear about it, but ..." He trailed off as he realized that he didn't know what to say next.

"Well, maybe you can take comfort in the fact that you'll go down in history as a detective that shot himself. I wasn't the only one at your funeral either, because you weren't convicted of anything, they held it just like they do with other cops. Captain Garcia did the eulogy, but I don't think he was happy about it. Peter and Cook also came, they felt like they owed you, despite everything. That's a bit strange if you ask me, but ..." He shrugged. "Alex, you told me once that I loved God more than my sons. Well, you were wrong. I loved you and Ian far more than I've ever loved God, and if that's a sin, may I burn in hell with no regrets. I don't care what others think of you, Alex, I don't even care what you think of yourself, I still love you more than you'll ever know."

He pulled out a worn picture, the one taken of the three of them when Ian and Alex graduated from the Police Academy. Joshua smiled, lost in pleasant memories for a moment before placing the picture in front of the tombstone. His next words were barely even audible to himself.

"Goodbye, son. Thank you for everything." Joshua walked away without another word.

The End


Well, this was more difficult than I thought it would be, and I was expecting it to be pretty hard. Even if I didn't reach 50,000 words, I got the story I wanted to make out there, and I finished it on time. Maybe I'm biased, but I think I did a pretty decent job of it too.

You know, TWINS was originally going to be a story about twin brothers that were in love with the same girl. I had an entire plot, probably longer than this one, all planned out too. And somehow, it evolved into what it is now. Oh well, I might get back to that idea one day. And originally, Garcia and Claire were going to play much larger roles in the story, in fact, Garcia was the Gemini Killer in an early draft. Well, what's done is done, take it or leave it, I'm happy with what I see here.

Until next time, I hope you enjoyed.