The curtain finally falls on BLANK. Honestly, it left me feeling blank more than once.
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When Robert finally woke up, he found himself bound to a chair in a brightly lit room. He looked around slowly and realized that he was alone.
He shook his head gently, as the full details of this fiasco flooded his mind.
His name WAS Robert.
He WAS the President.
Two weeks ago, he had received a surprise call from Richard, his twin. The fact was that there was no love lost between them; quite unusual for twin brothers.
He had always been the better of the two and their parents didn’t help matters by pointing this out at every given opportunity. It also didn’t help matters that Robert ‘stole’ his girlfriends on more than one occasion. Frankly, it was all a game to him… apparently not to Richard.
He hated them all.
A few years down the line, Robert got a call while away at his Ivy League school where he was running his master’s program. His parents were dead. The house got burnt and all was lost. All except Richard of cause.
Richard claimed to be out when the ‘incident’ happened. Though he had no particularly strong alibi, he was let off the hook; after all he was also a victim of some sort as he sustained some burns trying to save them.
Robert always had his reservations about that story, but he never voiced them.
After the burial, Richard hung around for a few months and took off, never to be heard from until he got elected.
And after that, he vanished again, until two weeks ago, when he called him.
“Robert. It’s me.”
Robert recognized his gruff voice right away. In fact, they did sound alike too, only that Richard’s was abit rough around the edges.
They said nothing for a while.
“I’ve been following up on you Mr. President. You’re doing well.”
“… Where have you been Richard? Why did you…”
“You’re in danger Rob.”
He paused. “I’m the President Rich, I’m potentially always in some form of danger.”
“Don’t rub that in my face you piece of crap. You’re the President, so freaking what?”
“Ooooooh, someone’s still pissed off at my shadow I see.” Robert hated that Richard still held a grudge.
There was a pause.
And listen he did.
Someone wanted him out. Richard gave him loads of details and information that all checked out. How did he know? Well that was cause not only did they want him dead, they wanted him replaced by someone who’d go soft on certain laws. Who better than the President’s twin, who particularly hated his guts.
Someone had done their homework apparently.
“So why are you telling me all this Richard?”
“I may hate your guts, but I’m not stupid enough to go through with this without letting you on it. Even if I was… you’re the only family I’ve got left and…”
“I understand. Just play along till I get some more information about this. And thank you.”
So he quietly set his hounds on the trail and surprisingly, everything turned out to be true and well planned. So well planned that making arrests would only delay the inevitable. So he came up with the plan of going blank and Richard agreed. With his help, he’d get to the bottom of it without getting killed.
He told Sophie what she needed to know. Fast forward the whole thing and here he was, bound to a chair.
Two weeks seemed like a long long time ago.
The door opened and RB walked in.
“We would have preferred if you had just stayed put at the facility.”
Robert stared at him blankly.
“We planned to kill you, really. But then you lost your memory, and we thought that you could still be useful to us in some way.” Richard’s pulse shot up as he walked behind him. “But then, it seems like you were somehow aware of this our little arrangement, and even though you couldn’t remember a thing, you got out.”
RB’s movements stopped.
“The only reason you’re not dead right now Mr. President, is cause your brother insisted we wait…delay the inevitable.”
Robert smiled. This was the plan he had discussed with Richard. He should be here any minute now and…
Behind him, RB smiled suddenly kicked out at him, sending Robert tumbling, still stuck to the chair.
Just then the door opened and Richard walked in. he frowned at RB and lifted Robert off the ground.
“Please leave us.”
RB grunted and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
“He’s technically in hate with you Rob.”
“I figured. Thanks for showing up”
Richard walked back to the door, opened it slightly and shut it back. He then quickly untied him.
Robert quickly got up, rubbing his wrists. “So what do we do…?”
At first, he wasn’t quite sure what had happened. When the second bullet ripped through his thighs, he fell to his knees in pain.
Richard stared at him for a minute, enjoying the sight of him writhing in pain.
“The only reason I called you before all of this began was so I could keep tabs on you Rob.”
Robert couldn’t believe his ears.
“Richie don’t do this, come on. This is taking it too far come on!”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Too far was when you and your parents ruined my life by placing me in your shadow before I knew what the words ‘too far’ meant.”
His eyes were cold.
“Don’t do this…”
“I already did Rob, I’m sorry. Thank you for being so good at everything and being the President now. Now I can have whatever I want! And oh, don’t worry, Sophie’s fine. I prepared very well for this role and I’ll relish every minute of it.”
Rob was going to say something when the bullet struck his chest.
The President dropped the gun and briskly walked out of the room.
Rob seemed to fall in slow motion before finally hitting the floor. His eyes were fixed on the retreating feet of Richard and then, they went BLANK.