PAIN - CHAPTER 13: DEE DEE TWINS VS PARALLEL-X

 

Twins

A long tail zigzagged in front of the Blue Scorpion, in Houston. Of the many young people waiting for the Roger Habits concert, Delia and Deirdre Dennis were undoubtedly the most striking. Delia and Deirdre were twins, totally identical ones. They used to wear an orange bob haircut wig and a heavy white foundation on their face which gave them a clownish, but unexpectedly sexy look. Almost no one had ever seen them without those decorations, except perhaps their cousin Harley Quinn, from whom they had taken inspiration for their style, although they would never admit. It was a hot day, as often in Texas. To be honest, the two sisters, who called themselves Dee Dee Twins, had come for the band that would open the night, the Plastic Bottles. A few nights earlier they had met two members of it, the Spencer brothers, bassist and guitarist of the band. The acquaintance had gone as far as a fiery night of sex. They had promised them they would be there.

"You did?" Dalia asked her sister.

"What do you think?" Derdre answered waving four strips of laminated paper. They were concert tickets he had pulled from the pockets and bags of some hapless Roger Habits fans.

“And what do we do with the other two? Dalia asked despite knowing the answer.

"Obviously we resell them."

So they did. They handed out the two excess tickets to two desperate girls for four times their value. They did have a way; on the other hand, they had learned from the best: the Joker, one of the most notorious criminals in the country.

The Plastic Bottles turned out to be less worse than expected, at least they rocked like hell. Maybe it was the three beers apiece swallowed in a short time by the twins that ennobled them, who knows.

Of course, Roger Habits were in another category. They played rock that ranged from Sonic Youth to Artic Monkeys, but with a fresh and personal touch.

What struck Dalia and Derdre, however, more than the performance was the dialogue between two guys behind them. “That guitar is incrediblet. It's a 1962 Fender Stratocaster, it will be worth more than thirty thousand dollars! "

The two twins immediately understood each other. When the concert was over, they followed the band to their hotel. Their van was parked in the street below. It was a pieceof cake for the criminals to crack it. The instruments were inside, including the Stratocaster. They were already figuring out how they would spend the money from the sale, but as soon as they touched it they were teleported to a gloomy room.

 

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"Come out Parallel-X, we're not afraid," Dalia lied. Saying those words, some strange, extremely bright tentacles captured her and began to crush her. Then a small metallic sphere appeared. It approached the girl's bare feet and struck her soles with a strong and prolonged electric shock.

“Leave her alone, you bastard! Torture me, rather! " Deirdre yelled. She was soon satisfied and, moreover, she suffered a worse fate than her sister. A tentacle grabbed her and lifted her off the ground. Then two metal spheres, quite similar to the first, began to shock her. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!" They both screamed.

 Who do you like to see as next Paralell-X's victim? Let me know in the comments!

 

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