Chapter Two- A Briefy of A Back Story

Susanne looked into space looking joyously dejected. Hopefully forlorn. The silent hill was void of drills. Twilight was closing shop. The moon was full. In the sky, a few still visible clouds passed like glowing shapes cut in a rotating paper lamp before her unseeing eyes. History had Susanne's full attention.

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry, you don't know how lovely you aaaaarrree..."

The Teen Girls huddled at the bottom and speculated on their current situation. What did they know about Suzan? To be honest, very little, but Susanne's reaction to their first instinct, a full blown search and destroy mission, was unexpected. She seemed reluctant and uncertain. 

"I had to find you, tell you I need you, tell you I set you apaaaaaart..."

"Maybe proposing that we kill her twin, evil or no, was a little hasty on our part." reasoned Emily.

"Evil twin, Emily. Evil twin." insisted Ali.

"Nobody said it was eaaaaasyyyyy, nobody said it would be this haaaaaaarrd..."

"But what has Bruce Willis done lately anyway?" asked Heather.

"That's not the point. Nothing. But it's not the point. Clearly this is a sensitive issue. I don't know how we'll handle it."

"I suppose we'll have to wait for Susanne to come down."

 And wait they did, like loyal friends, for most of the night.

 Susanne's reminiscing started at the beginning with the difficult childhood expected of a good twin. The relationship between good and evil twins had been set in stone for years, but she grew up with tightly held visions of harmony. A world with two good twins.

 So despite years of patience, demolished homework assignments, thoughtful gifts, stolen diaries, goodhearted gestures, and flaming bags of dog poop in lockers the two had never been completely reconciled. There had been a few tense years of silence between the two. Susanne had come to realize who she was and who she could be without her alter-ego in the flesh. She had to admit it had been the happiest years of her life so far, and now Suzan had to ruin it all by kidnapping Bruce Willis and pinning it on her unsuspecting crime-fighting sister. Was this a distorted message in some way? Perhaps Suzan was reaching out, trying to establish a connection once more. Who was she, the good twin in her new role as protector of the good and occasionally famous, to restrict her creativity? To dull the edge and perhaps miss the point? It was hopeful, but it was sinister. What did it all mean? Meanwhile, the Teen Girls ordered soup and egg rolls from Cheung's, and waited.

 

"AAAAAAAWWOOOOOOoooooOOOOOOOOoooooo..."