“Grayson, Grayson, Grayson.
Who the hell is Grayson?”
He saw someone around the corner. It looked like… but no.
There was someone he passed, someone he thought was….. But it couldn’t be right? Dare he turn the corner and see?
No. This was impossible. He felt the power—the power and the… it felt so familiar? Why? He stepped forward, hearing someone else step forward, his head perking up
The other stepped toward him. His heart skipped a beat in fear and he moved forward a step as well. Just around the corner was someone else. Someone he could… feel. They were familiar. Almost like it was….
Himself. That’s what he felt? Was it? He stepped forward again, looking over at the corner. He ran forward and suddenly he was face to face with…. His reflection?
The footsteps run forward and Milo turned—his reflection? No. He could see it was different. The eyes, face, color of the hair was the same. His own hair was slightly shorter than the other’s, his arms filled with tattoos while the other only had one sleeve on his right arm.
Grayson stared. He could tell this was a full siren. What trickery was this? Was this someone mocking him with what he could be? He grit his teeth, claws growing on his fingers and he went to him quickly, slashing. The … reflection moved back quickly, eyes wide. “Fight me! That’s why you’re here right?! To mock me! Die, peasant!”
Suddenly the other came at him. Anger was clear on his face, Milo felt himself jumped back quickly as claws slashed at him. “Stop! What are you saying?! I’m not a peasant!” He said and dodged another slash. Who was this? He felt like… He wasn’t a shape shifter, right? He was… He stopped and held up his hand, eyes glowing purple suddenly, “Stop.” He said, his powers coming through.
Grayson stopped, his eyes wide. What? How? How did this boy stop him? Was that… a siren’s voice? He felt hs head grow fuzzy, fingers trembling as they gripped into fists. “How… how are you…”
Milo blinked, “…. Who are you? What’s your name? Tell me.” He hissed. His heart was pounding so hard and his stomach was growing tight. What if… what if this was his brother? What if he had a twin? This person certainly felt like he was just like him. He even smelled like him…. His face, his presence. He was a siren too. Milo didn’t know how he knew, but he knew.
Grayson ground his teeth together then opened his mouth. “Grayson Weltz.” This boy was so much more strong than himself. How… how?!
Milo blinked. What? How… how was his last name Weltz? Wouldn’t his father have told him about a twin? “…Weltz… What was your father’s name?”
Milo stared. That was his father’s name… this was impossible. Impossible! “…. You’re lying.”
“I’m not! It was my birth father’s name! He gave me away when my mother tried to kill me! She didn’t want an abomination for a son!” Why was he telling this kid all this? “You know my name, whats yours?!”
He was silent for a moment before sighing, “… My name is Milo Weltz. My father was… Charles Weltz… he killed my mother because I’m a male siren.”He stared at Grayson. It was true. They were brothers.
Grayson was silent, eyes wide. “…. It makes sense. You’re the reason I woke up from that darkness. Let me go, Milo.” He said. “Please. I’m not going to attack you. At all.”
Milo looked down and let Grayson go. “… So what do we do now?”
“I don’t want to hang out with you. Now I know what everyone meant by calling me Milo.”
“Don’t expect special treatment.” He turned and left quietly.
Milo watched him go, then looked down at his feet. He sighed and turned to go his own way.
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