Doppelganger 소설 & 이야기

But, how could he prove it? Xander continued to struggle with a series of the endless queries. Enquiring all those questions to Qeiza was impossible. She surely wouldn’t admit it if she’s really Qeiza. Qeiza tried to smile normally. “My face is a bit ordinary,” she joked. “But, you and Qeiza were really like twins,” Xander continuously dug the information. “Have you ever heard a term of doppelganger?” asked Qeiza. “It says that each person on the earth has four twins.”

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop now. “Told me what?” I replied. Focusing on what he was saying and reaching out for Craig was difficult. I was trying to keep my cool, but it was hard. Sweat beaded my forehead as I over extended my mental capability. “Your brith name is Dawn Fairborne but that is not who you truly are. You are a doppelgänger.” “A what?” I blinked. I almost lost a hold of the connection, but I reeled myself back in. I felt the tether hit something in the back of my mind. I didn’t know if it was Craig or not, but there was no time to overthink it.

The other me wears a morbid smile and cocks her head like a curious dog. Then she turns to look at something, and my gaze follows. A second doppelganger of myself is chuckling. "Hello, I and Me! It's delightful that We should meet here!" says the second one. "I'm truly honored," I respond, mustering whatever cordiality I can. "Honored, truly? I thought You and I were Me and We were You?" the first doppelganger interjects, vexing me. "Are we losing our minds?" I ask hesitantly.

“A doppelganger?” “Someone who looks just like you,” I clarified, my tone as casual as I could make it, though my grip on the briefcase in my hand tightened. Rui didn’t hesitate. “You should’ve killed him.” “What?” I blinked, caught off guard by his response. “Only one person shall remain,” Rui said firmly like this were a universally accepted rule. “Don’t you know about that rule, sir? You love watching horror movies! A doppleganger is someone placed in the world to replace you. You should have offed his head right away. Or, do you want me to do that for you, sir?”

He ask again and this time with concern. "Hmmm" I sigh. "I confirmed from my human friend that I am the Luna's Doppelganger." "What?" George says in utmost curiosity. "What does that even mean?" He says again raising his brows in a more concerned look. "It means a ghostly double of a living person." I say looking away to avoid meeting their eyes. "Huh?" They both say almost in fear. "Could that mean you are a ghost?" Handel asks as he furrows his brows staring right at me.

Haha! However, truth be told, I had never seen someone so decent. Not even Neil. Neil used to flirt with me without leaving any single chance. But his eyes... It were somewhat different, for it allowed me to see the crystal clear proof of his innocence. The most rarest thing in the world! In a world full of lies and deceit, where demon resides inside every mind, his eyes were the most angelic one. Even, I too am evil. I have set my mind to destroy this innocent one. I couldn't but laugh at my destiny. What an irony, no?

) before. Wait. Wait a minute. What the hell did this weird woman just called him?! What was it a… a doppelganger? Dude, really? The twins had been on the receiving end of those poor jokes for as long as Alistair remembered… and to be honest, he had grown quite sick of hearing the same damn thing; sure, the two of them may practically share the same face but their hair and skin color–probably even the eye color considering Alastor’s looked a little bit of darker than his–aren’t the same because Alistair, unlike his completely normal-looking twin, looked like a bleached, gigantic freaky version of the other.

Set on either side of the long narrow room were inset platforms, just big enough to hold a single body on. He stopped at a larger than normal indent in the wall. There appeared to be two figures placed side by side on the stone ledge. He placed the lamp down on the ledge and pulled back each sheet far enough for me to see two identical faces. “Twins?” I questioned, not quite understanding the significance. “No.” He replied with a devilish grin. “Doppelgangers.”

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

People who resemble each other so closely that they could be twins even though they share no blood. But even as I think it, I know how ridiculous it sounds. A doppelgänger who sounds like him? Who carries himself the same way? Who has that same intensity in his eyes when he speaks? In this world, nothing is that perfect. Either it’s him, or my grief is playing tricks on me. Making me see what I want to see because the alternative is too painful to accept. I sink into a chair. The weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders.