[ WP ] An evil twin is starting to feel concerned that they might not be the evil one .

Jonas stared into the mirror, plucking at his goatee and admiring the way it looked on his face. There was something so, sinister about. So insipid. A black shock of hair to command the ages! 
 
 
 “ It looks like a dead worm has curled up on your face you know, ” his twin sister Sonja said from the doorway to the bathroom. 
 
 
 “ It does not, it looks dignified, ” Jonas said defensively, but stopped plucking it anyway. It suddenly felt weak. He flicked off the light switch and breezed past his sister. He had almost made it across the living of their house before she said anything. 
 
 
 “ Where are you going? ” she asked. 
 
 
 “ Out. To the park. I ’ m going to kick some puppies for a while. ” 
 
 
 A little snort escaped her mouth. “ Are you? Are you really? How many have you kicked this week? ” 
 
 
 “ It ’ s not the volume that counts, it ’ s the gusto you do it with. ” He was sure he could do it this time, if he only tried. Really tried that is. He grabbed his coat off the wall, black leather of course, and headed out the front door. 
 
 
 Just before the door could close, Sonja ’ s voice snaked out the door and wormed into his ear saying, “ Bring the car back by four. I ’ m using it tonight. ” She said it in *that* voice that told Jonas he shouldn ’ t argue. But, damnit, he had the goatee and leather coat and he ’ d be damned if she would tell him what to do. He turned around to argue, but, too late; the door had shut. He pulled out his phone and checked the time, 3:36. The park was close, but not close enough for him to get there and be back in time. 
 
 
 “ AUGH! A pox upon you sister! ” he screamed at the sky. Last time he had screamed at her, it had not ended well. 
 
 
 He got in the car anyway. Surely some evilness could be found closer than the park. Something he could fit into 24 minutes. 
 
 
 Two blocks later he stopped at the gas station, this would be a good enough spot. 
 
 
 Jonas burst through the set of double doors in a brash move that startled the owner and sent a strong message to beware this dangerous man. 
 
 
 At least, that ’ s what he did in his head. In reality, there was a post in between the double doors that he walked smack into, which caused the clerk behind the counter to give him a funny look. Meekly, he stepped around the post into the convenience store. 
 
 
 Overhead, Marilyn Manson played on the shop speakers giving Jonas a push forward towards evilness. Clearly the music was the choice of the teenager behind the counter. He ’ d seen the teenager before, a plump girl from the neighborhood that fidgeted like a nervous dog. Afraid of her own shadow and overcompensating with brash hair and loud music. Plus two years younger than Jonas. A perfect victim for his evil deeds! 
 
 
 His eyes scanned the store, an easy round of shoplifting could be done in no time. 
 
 
 Fudgesicles! His sister ’ s barbed words had stung, and chocolate was the answer. He sauntered over to the freezer case with a walk to chill the innocent and put fear into the righteous. He threw open the door and grabbed a single bar, no need to be greedy. 
 
 
 As he was walking back, the music abruptly changed. The angry dripping tones of Marilyn Manson gave way to the slow waltz of the 1950s. 
 
 
 That could only mean one thing; Mrs. Macgillicuddy was on shift! 
 
 
 It was true, the easily bullied teenager had left the front counter and was replaced by the grey haired pensioner with a perpetual hunch from down the street. 
 
 
 Jonas steeled himself, rallied his mind and was determined to be as evil as possible. He might not steal this bar, but there was no damn way he was leaving a tip in the tip jar! That ’ s what Jonas told himself, right up until he left a single note in the jar; she was on reduced income after all and needed the money for her cat. 
 
 
 “ Such a dear boy, ” she said. The words stung, but the chocolate soothed. 
 
 
 Back home, Jonas tossed his coat on the floor, evil twins don ’ t pick up their things. Sonja walked by - stepping on the coat - and said, “ That bar will make you even fatter. ” 
 
 
 Reflexively, he glanced at his belly. Maybe he was getting a bit of a spare tire. Whatever, he earned this chocolate. 
 
 
 After finishing up his chocolate, he had nothing to do but watch the clock as four pm came, and went. Sonja sat opposite in one of the recliners reading a magazine. Ten minutes past four came, and went. 
 
 
 “ I, uh, ” he said with hesitation, “ I thought you were going out at four? ” 
 
 
 “ I was, I changed my mind. ” 
 
 
 “ What? Than why did you- ” 
 
 
 “ Don ’ t you take that tone with me, ” she cut him off and withered him with a furious stare. 
 
 
 His anger wilted, his words became lost. Defeated, he shuffled into the other room. 
 
 
 Jonas went into the kitchen and pulled out one of his Lego sets to work on. The only thing that brought him real joy when chocolate failed. He opted to build the Orange racecar as it had the fewest missing pieces; Sonja had the habit of stealing and hiding critical pieces on all of his sets. 
 
 
 As he labored, the sun dipped beneath the horizon and evening came. 
 
 
 Jonas heard his mother come in the front door and set down her briefcase. 
 
 
 “ Any phonecalls, dear? ” she asked. 
 
 
 “ Yeah, ” Sonja said, “ Frank called to say he ’ d be late for dinner and Sarah called for Jonas. ” 
 
 
 Sarah! That name! Images of the sweet, blonde haired girl flooded his mind. He ’ d been trying to talk to her for months about joining a book club. 
 
 
 “ Oh? What did she say? ” 
 
 
 Jonas hung on every word as Sonja said, “ She asked if the book club was still open. ” 
 
 
 “ Oh that ’ s nice. Would you be a dear and put the kettle on before while I get changed? It ’ s been a long day. ” 
 
 
 “ Of course mum. ” 
 
 
 Sarah, in the book group! The warm healing powers of her name alone outshone anything Chocolates or Legos could bring. Sonja walked into the kitchen and looked Jonas right in the eyes. 
 
 
 “ I told her the book club had disbanded and you were gay. She deserves better than the likes of you. ” 
 
 
 Pain shot through Jonas ’ eyes like an electric arc, bleeding away tears in it ’ s wake. 
 
 
 Sonja added, “ Put the kettle on for mum before you start crying. ” 
 
 
 Jonas finally realized who he was in this world, and more importantly, who his sister was.
