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Chapter 13- The Wrong Twin Is Alive

Author: Britney Mason
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-21 15:19:28

You can’t unsee the truth.

And at Daxton, the truth is always watching.

The staff blazer smelled like dust, detergent, and something stale, like secrets sealed inside a box for too long. Sonia stood in front of the mirror, pulling the lapels into place. It looked oversized on her frame, a bit loose in the shoulders, but enough to pass.

The keycard burned in her pocket.

The note hadn’t said where to go. It hadn’t needed to.

There was only one place she hadn’t accessed yet.

The sublevel.

The door with the red scanner.

The one Silas marked in his notebook with a single word:

“Unseen.”

It was 2:03 a.m. when she slipped past the West Wing hall monitor and moved through the underground corridor beneath the staff lounge. Her steps were quiet, careful, the air damp around her.

She reached the red scanner.

Swiped the card.

Green light.

Beep.

Unlock.

The door groaned open like it hadn’t been used in years.

Inside, there were no cameras.

Only screens.

Dozens of them.

Lining every wall like blinking eyes in the dark.

Some showed classrooms.

Others dorm hallways.

One showed the headmaster’s office.

And another…

Showed her room.

Sonia’s breath caught.

The angle was high. The timestamp was live.

She saw her own bed, her open notebook, her shoes tossed on the floor exactly where she’d left them.

They had been watching her.

This whole time.

She stepped closer to the monitors, scanning rapidly.

There were folders on the central console.

STUDENT LOGS.

PRIVATE RECORDS.

MORVAIN ACTIVITY.

CARTEL SURVEILLANCE.

EMERGENCY VIDEO FILES.

She opened one marked “EMERGENCY.”

A list of names appeared.

Silas Vale.

Eric Blackbourne.

Mavina Cross.

Sonia Vale.

And then… a name she hadn’t seen in days.

... Rhys Vale.

She hesitated then scrolled past it.

Not now.

She opened the file under Silas’s name.

A paused video loaded.

She pressed play.

The screen flickered to life.

Silas.

Bruised.

Tied to a chair.

Breathing heavily.

Looking straight into the camera.

"If anyone finds this,” his voice rasped, “don’t trust the names you know.

They aren’t who they say they are.”

The video glitched.

Cut to black.

Sonia staggered back, hand to her mouth.

Then...

A click.

A sound behind her.

The door.

Opening again.

She ducked behind the console just as footsteps echoed on the floor.

A shadow entered.

Tall. Hooded. Moving slowly.

They stopped right in front of the monitor.

Sonia’s heart slammed against her ribs.

The figure placed something on the table.

A photograph.

Then whispered:

"This game ends soon.

The wrong twin is still alive.”

And they left.

Once the shadow was gone, Sonia crawled out and grabbed the photo.

It was of her and Silas.

But the date printed on the bottom corner?

Two days after he supposedly died.

There are lies that keep you safe.

And there are lies that put a target on your back.

Sonia stared at the photo in her hand, heart rattling inside her chest.

Silas and her.

Sitting outside a café.

A street sign in the background.

And the date—two days after his "death."

But she hadn’t been in that café.

She hadn’t been anywhere near that street.

Which meant either the photo was fake,

or Silas was never really gone.

Or worse…

someone else was pretending to be her.

She slipped the photo into the lining of her staff blazer and left the surveillance room the way she came—quiet, fast, invisible.

But she didn’t return to her dorm.

She turned toward the administrative wing.

Straight to the office of Assistant Headmaster Claire Lexton, the only person in Daxton with more secrets than Headmaster Quill himself.

Claire was known for two things:

Perfect lipstick, and knowing things before they happened.

Sonia knocked once.

No answer.

She tried the handle.

Unlocked.

The office was dark, but not empty.

Stacks of files were left open. Coffee half-sipped. A faint trail of floral perfume lingered in the air.

She stepped inside and went straight for the desk.

One file lay out.

Labeled:

"Silas Vale – Internal Monitoring”

She opened it, pulse spiking.

Inside: logs.

Times.

Notes.

"Observed accessing basement servers.”

“Interaction with Student 0035 deemed suspicious.”

“Photographic evidence to be reviewed.”

“Recommend psychiatric evaluation.”

“Meeting scheduled with Parent Vale: Post-incident protocol.”

Sonia’s eyes blurred.

They had known something was wrong with him.

And they did nothing.

Just watched.

Just waited.

A sudden noise at the door.

She froze.

The handle jiggled.

She barely had time to slip behind the curtain when the door opened and a pair of heels clicked into the room.

Claire Lexton.

Speaking on the phone.

"...Yes, I’m aware he’s been accessing deeper files again.

No, we haven’t confirmed if it’s him or her yet.

But one of them’s playing the part.

And the Board won’t tolerate this kind of chaos for long.”

Pause.

“They think Morvain is containing it.

They don’t know Morvain invited it.”

Sonia’s breath caught.

Claire Lexton sighed.

“Let me be clear.

If this reaches the headmaster before we’re ready, we all burn.

Especially the Vales.”

She ended the call.

Silence.

Sonia didn’t dare move.

Claire walked to her desk, glanced at the files, then paused.

> “Hmph. I could’ve sworn I left this closed.”

She tucked the Silas file under her arm and walked out.

The moment the door shut, Sonia exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for an hour.

By the time she made it back to her dorm, the sun was rising.

She didn’t sleep.

She couldn’t.

Her brain kept replaying the call.

> “He or her.”

“Morvain invited it.”

“The Board won’t tolerate it.”

Daxton wasn’t just watching.

It was deciding.

Later that afternoon, Sonia returned to her room and found something waiting on her desk.

A slip of paper. Blank.

But when she held it to the light, faint ink appeared:

“The Cartel meets again.

Bring the photo.

Don’t be late.

North Clock Tower. Midnight.”

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