I would like to thank everyone gracioualy for there contribution to this fic through reviews! Your comments were GREAT! But alas, this is the last chapter of Two of a Kind. Fear not though, as there will be a sequel! It's called De Ja Vu! But enough of that. Read and review! But most importantly...

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Chapter 16

"He's your brother."

The whispered sentence hung heavy in the air. Raven could hardly believe it. In all the time she'd known Nero, he'd never said a word about his family and now this.

"Explain." She said firmly, handing back the photgraph. He took it and hid it away in his pocket, eyes to the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she registered that the students were still watching and listening with wide eyes, but she ignored them, folding her arms.

"That photograph was sent to H.I.V.E. after my brother..." Nero hesitated, taking a deep breath. "... Alexander and I were presumed dead in the 9/11 terrorist attack. We were meant to be at the Trade Centre for a meeting but we began arguing. My brother had wanted to come teach at the school but I wouldn't let him. He was inexperienced and I knew that he was unreliable. He always had been. Though that's not how he saw it. Alex said that the age difference between us was why I didn't like him. That my parents prefered him to me and I was jealous. But at the age of twenty five he still acted like the arrogant teenager of his youth. A bit like you guys though a whole lot worse." He said with a meaningful look in the direction of the students.

"Did you ever tell your parents that you hadn't died in the bombing?" Shelby asked in a small voice.

"No of course not." Nero replied, shaking his head. "I never got the chance. They were old. My dad was lost to cancer. My mother to grief. And my brother disappeared in the confusion. I haven't seen him in ten years. And I have no idea why he attacked H.I.V.E. today."

"Well that leaves us no closer to finding out where he might have gone. I'm going to go see Professor Pike. Maybe he's found something using the satellites." Raven said quietly, walking away. They watched her as she rounded the corner and out of sight.

"Can we see Otto now?" Laura suddenly asked, looking up with bloodshot eyes.

"Yeah. Of course you can." Nero said with a slight smile. He opened the door and gestured for them to follow him inside. The five of them entered and gathered around the lone bed, gazing at the boy lying there.

They stood there in silence, each gripped by their own thoughts. Then there was a knock and Dr Scott walked in. It was as if a drain stopper had been released. Everyone began talking at once in a tide of words, asking questions that had plagued them and which they feared the answers to.

Is he alright?

When will he wake up?

Will he ever wake up?

The man held up his hands and slowly the questions died down into silence once more.

"The results of his brain scans are in. According to the charts and graphs, Mr Malpense is in a coma. And we don't know when he's going to wake up or if indeed he ever will wake up. It could be tonight, next week, next year or... never. As for damage, we couldn't say until he wakes up." Dr Scott explained.

The atmosphere of hope that had filled the air with his arrival faded back to the depair. As one, the group turned back to the boy. They'd wait as long as necessary.

Pain. He could feel it in his shoulders and arms. The boy tried to wiggle his fingers but he couldn't feel them. He opened his eyes, but could only see darkness. It pressed in on him from all sides and he gasped, trying to fight down the panic clawing its way through him.

Voices. They drifted on the air like gentle music soothing his racing heart. He was not alone and that was all that mattered.

The sound of bolts being drawn back. Someone opening a door perhaps?

And then blinding light forcing him to squint to protect his eyes. Somewhere at the back of his mind, he registered that it came from a light overhead.

"This isn't Otto!"

Rick's eyes suddenly adjusted and the first thing he saw was Alexander staring back at him, a snarl disfiguring his handsome face.

"I said to bring the other one!" He shouted to the guards either side of him. They stood to attention, gaze fixated on the far wall.

The boy took the time to quickly study his surroundings. He was in a small cell with a cast iron door as thick as his arm and two metres tall. Looking up, he realised why his arms were aching. They had his wrists tied to the roof by chains and his ankles fixed to the floor. And over to the right his shirt lay discarded on the cold stone floor. That explained why he was shivering.

Alexander suddenly gripped his jaw and twisted it this way and that.

"You're another clone aren't you?" He said to himself, anger replaced by curiosity. Rick didn't answer, just glared at him.

"Maybe you could be useful after all. You see... " The man continued, releasing him. "I need to get a message to my brother. You know him? Max? Or more specifically known as Nero? It doesn't matter. Not really. What does matter, is that I have no way of communicating between myself and him. And travelling is such a chore. What I need is him to come to me."

"And you want me to what?" Rick asked, through gritted teeth.

"I hear that twins can feel each others pain. I wouldn't know myself of course. And you're a clone. A clone of the same person that Otto is. That makes you twins. Twins with a deeper connection than most. You can send a message to Otto. I'm sure he'll pass it on to Nero for me."

"If you think we're telepathic then you're going to be disappointed." The boy said, rolling his eyes.

"No I'm not. Because you may not be able to speak in each other's minds but you sure will be able to feel each others pain. All I have to do is make you suffer. And I'm sure Otto will come running with Nero to your rescue and consequently, their doom." Alexander said a gleam in his eyes. Rick's own widened, understanding the cold logic behind the idea.

He hadn't noticed one of the guard's walk behind him. There was a crack and a knife - like pain, shot from his shoulder to his waist. He screamed out in agony, feeling blood begin to trickle down his bare back. He grit his teeth against the sting and shut his eyes.

And then there was another crack. Followed by another. And another.

Alexander left the cell, walking down the corridor beyond, the boy's feral screams reverbrating back and forth along the passage. He smiled to himself.

Laura sat in the nurse's chair, her hand gripping Otto's and her head resting on the bed. She was fast asleep, her breathing slow and gentle. It mirrored the steady beeping of the heart monitoring machine beside her.

Everyone else had gone to bed tired out by the day's events. But she'd refused to leave his side, claiming that if he awoke there needed to be someone there for him.

A shiver ran through her despite the warmth of the room.

And Otto's sharp blue eyes snapped open, a scream echoing in his head.

I hope that everyone liked this chapter! :D Anyhow, I will not be updating for the next three weeks as I want there to be time for people to catch up with the story if they've been busy with exams. I know that's a looooooooooong time but it will go fast.

So just to get things clear; I will not update until the 2nd of February 2012. Unless people really want me to and say in so in their reviews. Then I may see sense and update earlier. If so, I'll warn you guys on the forum. :D

And don't forget the title! DE JA VU... Now I wonder what that could possibly mean? Hehehehehe...

P.S. Kadash if you're reading this you've accidentally disabled your PM system again. :S