JP - James's Evil Twin

When they arrived and he parked the car, Razor banged on the window between the front of back. “Let's get our captive to Thrane!” He said loudly after turning the radio down and shutting off the car.

James was breathing slowly through the pain, refusing to speak as he stared at the window between the front and back seat.

Clonestone fixed his pants. “Do you have any cigarettes?” He asked Razor. “Tzeitel would have been sweeter but James was fun.”

“Why?” Razor asked as he opened the door and looked in at the mess. He’d have to have the car destroyed…

“I feel like having a cigarette.” He pulled James out of the car and pinched his butt cheek.

James jerked away from Clonestone, growling in pain.

“I don’t have any. Ask Thrane…” Razor said and grabbed James, dragging him away toward the room Thrane wanted him put in.

Clonestone walked into the facility, feeling pleased with himself. They would get more information from James eventually. He would have Tzeitel soon.

Thrane was waiting for Clonestone and stared at him when he arrived. “Well, seems Razor helped with this at least.” He said with a frown. “Now, you just need to find Tzeitel so I can collect samples of her power. Think you can do that? Razor will be going along again…just let him get some more food for the road first.”

“I should get some tissues too.” Clonestone said.

“I’ll have them put in the car for you…” Thrane looked disgusted in his own way. He was already having the ruined car destroyed as they spoke.

Razor would return with fresh supplies. The most obviously strange thing was the cooler he carried around. “I’m bringing food for a week.” He said.

Thrane looked at Clonestone. “If you don’t want to vomit, don’t take any of the food Razor offers you.”

“Can I just get a bunch of those ham lunchables?” Clonestone asked wistfully.

“I’ll let them know. Razor, a truck has been prepared for you both. Get going.” Thrane replied and went down the hall to deal with paperwork in his office. So much paperwork…

Razor looked at Clonestone. “You ready? Or do I need to give you an hour to bother James more?”

“I should say bye to Jamesy.” Clonestone said. “Let him know my schedule so he can know when to expect me back.” He cheerfully went to James’s cell. “Jaaaames.” He sing-songed. “I just wanted to let you know i’ll be fucking Tzeitel soon. Probably after I fuck that dog-eared lesbian with the nice firm tits that you’ve been fucking. Then I’ll fuck Tzeitel. Then I’ll make the dog-eared lesbian with the nice firm tits again- you get the idea. Then when I get back I’ll fuck you again.”

James had been tended to and was just sitting on the bed, no longer tied up, but his collar was still around his neck and activated. “You won’t get to touch them…” He said. “You’ll die before that happens.”

Clonestone laughed. “We already know where they are, a lead came in since we got here. By this time tomorrow I’ll have touched them both all over. I have a lot of time to catch up with Tzeitel so it will be a while before I get back. I’ll fuck her in front of you though. I’ll do that dog-eared lesbian with the nice tits in front of you too. Then I’ll fuck you again. You’ll love it.” Clonestone leered. “You should have just told me where Tzeitel was, now you won’t get your reward. You won’t get to die and will just suffer for years.”

James kept silent at all of that. He highly doubted they knew where the Meta Underground was and knew that the rest of the place would keep those women safe. He still worried, though, thinking of the twins, Amber, Ami and Cody. If anything happened to them not even this damned collar would stop the Pyro from going supernova. Enduring pain was fine to him - he could handle it - but he could not stand the thought of those kids getting hurt.

Everything was hurting at the moment for him, though. He was both embarrassed and ashamed of what had happened, but at least the others got away. His healing factor that Loreen gave him helped a bit.

“I can’t wait to tell the dog-eared lesbian with the nice firm tits how I satisfied you more than she ever could. Bye James!” Clonestone winked and left James with a wave.

James kept silent, glaring at the door.

Razor would be waiting in the truck with his guns. He had gotten a desert eagle to replace his lost pistol and loaded it up. Looking up when Clonestone arrived, he sighed heavily, “We’re waiting on one more person…” He explained. “Thrane wants to test out a project on the field. And here I wanted to see if I could get someone to make a new meal out of…oh, well.”

“Who is the project?” Clonestone asked, scratching himself as he got in the truck.

Razor was not even bothered by Clonestone. “Well, he’s sort of a project…lets just say James has a twin that is nothing like him in personality.” He explained, tapping the steering wheel in boredom. “God, hurry up! I want to go!” For once, he wasn’t yelling at Clonestone. His eyes were on a man walking toward the truck with a backpack in his hand.

Indeed, he did look a lot like James, but the main difference between them was a deep scar visible on the left side of this man’s face. “Hey,” He said, hopping into the bed of the truck. “Stop complaining, Razor. Did ya not get all the food ya want? Do I gotta find ya a little whore to eat?”

Razor growled in annoyance.

“Hey James, how’s your ass?” Clonestone was too busy thinking about rape to listen to Razor’s answer. “Do you need something softer to sit on?”

The man flicked Clonestone’s forehead. “I ain’t James. It’s Jaxon. Got it, pretty boy?” He informed him. “Idiot.”

Razor sighed and just got them on the road. He felt like everyone he worked with was a bunch of idiots.

“They cloned James?” Clonestone asked Razor.

“No, he’s James’ twin brother…just don’t expect him to be as nice.” Razor said, grabbing some meat from his cooler and eating it as he drove. “You still want a cigarette?”

“James is an asshole.” Clonestone said. “Can I save the cigarette for Tzeitel?”

“Ohhhh, we’re gonna find Tzeitel?!” Jaxon asked as he leaned in through the back window, grinning. He held out a cigarette to Clonestone. “What do I call you, bud?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever…” Razor grumbled and honked the horn at a slow driver.

“Gary Canestone.” Clonestone said, accepting the cigarette and carefully putting it in his shirt pocket. “Yeah, we’re going after Tzeitel. I’ll share her but I get to go first.”