I felt abrupt pain growing in my left shoulder, an inch or two away from my heart.

It was a planned surprise attack.

I fall to my knees, making my hand to the shoulder that was slowly bleeding the crimson blood, thanks to the damn bullet. I hear footsteps rushing to me from behind as, out of the corner of my eyes, I notice Nathenial climbing onto the stage.

"Amelia!" I hear Andrew call out as hands carefully grab me, pulling me to my feet as they apply pressure to the bullet hole. I lean into the person's hold, closing my eyes, but I immediately open them again as I hear Nathenial tell me, his voice sounding shaky and worried, "Don't close your eyes. Not yet, or you'll fall asleep from how tired you are! Didn't you tell me this morning you were really tired?"

I nod numbly, mumbling a small "Yeah..."

I'm rushed off stage, but not before my eyes met someone else's brown eyes. They widen in shock and I swear I have saw those eyes before...

Nathenial calling the hospital stops me thinking as I slowly look towards him. He had his gun out, his eyes sweeping around as we headed out of the building, and I could just see his earpiece through his dark hair, meaning he probably already had called to the other police officer who weren't here.

I look at Andrew now, his brown eyes flickering about, scanning for any obvious attacker coming towards us as he helped me outside after Nathenial. I than start to notice other similarities between him and Nathenial in fact...

The same warm brown eyes that always reminded me of hot, freshly baked brownies...

The same build of someone skinny who worked out to have some bulk...

Why even the same height?

"Heh, Andrew... You're almost exactly like Nathenial..." I whisper softly, feeling my eyes flutter as my sight becomes more blurry.

Andrew looks at me shocked, but I see his shocked expression become worry as he yells Nathenial over. Just as the other male comes into my view, everything becomes dark.

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I slowly open my eyes to a white roof and to my ears hearing a faint beeping sound.

I try to sit up, but than pain flood my shoulder. I wince and gasp quietly from the pain.

"Amelia!" Two familiar voices shout, and than Andrew and Nathenial enter my view as they look down worried at me.

I smile weakly, tilting my head as I say quietly "Hey, my two favourite gentlemen. How are you?"

Andrew quickly spoke up before Nathenial could himself, which actually made the darker haired male shoot a swift glare at Andrew who was saying "Worried for you! Don't you remember what happened?"

I stop to think for a minute. What did happen for me to end up in hospital?

A gun shot echoes in my mind and I nod slowly, replying "Of course I remember... I had gotten shot..."

I look towards Nathenial, but before I can utter a word, he says "We don't know who. I am going to estimate it was the Foxes, or at least one of them."

"How long am I in here for?" I ask, not even bothering to look at either boy.

"A week, not that long," Andrew happily answers as somewhere next to me, I hear a chair or something shifting as someone sits down. Once again, I nod.

A thought slowly floats to mind, something I had noticed before I blacked out before. Something about Nathenial and Andrew...

I quickly snap up to a sitting position, ignoring the pain in my shoulder and Andrew and Nathenial's exclamations of worry.

"How do you two look so alike?" I question, looking at both boys. Andrew gulps as Nathenial, who I had heard sitting down before, played with the collar of his shirt.

"Ah, that... Heh, well, you see..." Andrew starts off uneasily, biting his bottom lip nervously, but it was Nathenial who finished what Andrew was going to say.

"We're twin brothers. Andrew and Nathenial Simson, born on the fifteenth of August," Nathanial explain in a quiet mutter.

I sit in stunned silence, glancing between the two.

"What do you mean, you're twin brothers?!" I ask, almost yelling. Andrew claps a hand over my mouth, looking at Nathen to explain as I squirm underneath Andrew's hand.

"I mean we were born at the same time from the same mother and-" Nathenial starts to speak, but I was quick to interrupt, moving Andrew' hand away from my mouth.

"I get that point, I'm just still shocked," I say quietly, looking between the two again before I look down at my lap.

I feel the weight shift slightly on the bed and I look up to see Andrew sitting beside my legs with gentle expression on his face.

"Yeah, we're taken aback too about the fact we both work with you," he says, smiling meekly.

I nod silently, looking at both of them. 'Wow, I was so stupid to not realise the similarities between the two before! Some detective I am, had to wait till they were both together to have even thought of it!' I think to myself, biting the inside of my cheek.

Both of them watch me carefully, as if worried I wouldn't want to be friends with them, or if I might hate them!

"Okay, does that mean I get double white hot chocolates, cookies and croissants? Because there's two of you?" I tease, grinning as I poke my tongue at them childishly.

They sat still in stunned silence before Andrew starts laughing brightly, Nathenial managing a soft chuckle as he nods, answering "Yeah, I suppose so..."

We all end up laughing together, smiling as we relax.

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After a week of being in the hospital, I finally arrive home to the apartment building I live in.

Of course, Nathenial wanted to drop me off, and Andrew tagged along, bringing cupcakes, flowers and balloons. It was like we ha our own mini party in the back, with Nathenial playing music from the radio. It was great.

"Good evening Mrs Rubenfield, cold outside, isn't it?" I greet the owner of the old yet warm apartment building as she looks towards me, smiling.

In my perspective, Mrs Rubenfield was beautiful. She had brown hair, with a silver streak from the roots to the tips of some of her hair, to show her old age was coming through, and she always tied her hair in a braid or a low ponytail. Her eyes were a twinkling turquoise and she had lovely dark skin.

"Must be the autumn winds coming in now. I've started knitting some sweaters once again. Have you grown a size up since last time, love?" Mrs Rubenfield chatters, her British accent coming through as she spoke cheerfully.

I chuckle, nodding as I reply "As usual, Mrs Rubenfield. I'll hopefully stop growing sizes this year. Talking about knitting, we'll need to arrange a good time I could have those knitting lessons you promised me!"

"Yes, quite true. Anyway love, here's your mail. A gentleman personally brought a letter in for you. Said he would rather bring it in himself than have to pay the delivery service," Mrs Rubenfield informs me, passing me three letters.

I am quick to notice the unknown handwriting, which messily read my name and apartment address. The other two pieces of mail was a bill from Mrs Rubenfield herself and a letter from my mother.

'Probably fretting about what happened at the fashion show last week. It was apparently all over the news,' I think, smiling slightly to myself as I nod my thanks at the older woman before turning to the stairs to go to my apartment.

Normally, I would take the lift to the third floor, since that was where my apartment was, but I had noticed the lights were flickering. Probably because of the electrical storm outside, but I didn't want to get stuck in the elevator tonight.

I climb the stairs quietly, not wanting to wake anyone as I knew some of the people in the other apartments to be asleep by now.

I wave towards little Hazel, who lived on the floor below me, as she puts a milk of bowl down in front of her family's apartment.

"Hey Hazel, Mr Twinkletoes run off again?" I ask as Hazel looks up at me. She nods with a sad, soft hum as I smile gently.

"I'll see if he ran off to my apartment to play with Cleo, okay?" I reassure her as she nods eagerly.

"Thank you, Miss Lofts!" Hazel calls out, her tone quiet and happy. I nod in reply, waving again before I continue climbing up the stairs.

I finally reach my apartment and unlock the door to be greeted by Cleo, my gorgeous black cat, brushing against my ankle as she purred loudly.

I crouched down and gently lifted Cleo up, awing as I say quietly "Hello Cleo. Sorry for taking so long, darling. But I'm here now, aren't I?"

I close the door behind me before walking into my kitchen. I put Cleo and my handbag down on the main prepping bench, sighing softly.

I go to the fridge, pulling out the milk and filled Cleo's drink bowl to the brim. As she starts to drink, I pull a can of cat food and fill her food bowl to the edge as well.

I gently scratch Cleo behind the ears before out a microwavable meal from my fridge. I follow the instructions, putting the meal in for five minutes before I look at the letters.

I quickly pick them up, opening the letters from Mrs Rubenfield and my mother, smiling at the familiar handwriting. I than open the letter with the unfamiliar handwriting, furrowing my eyebrows.

In the envelope was a piece of paper, which, once I unfolded it, had words and letters clearly cut from magazines and newspapers glued to it.

I read the message quietly before looking shakily towards Cleo, who looked at me with her intelligent green eyes.

"Cleo... We're about to have two guests over... Especially after what this letter said," I say carefully, pulling my phone out of my handbag and quickly calling Nathenial.

"Hey Amelia. Did you leave something in my car?" I hear Nathenial ask once he picks up the call.

I quickly answer "No, no. I'm pretty sure I haven't, but, uh..."

Nathenial was quiet for a minute but than he slowly speaks up "Is something... Wrong? Do you need help?"

I nod my head, than remember he can't see me and reply "Could you and Andrew come over?"

"Er, yes, we can. Mind me asking why though?" He questions. I hear a door close and Andrew call out "Where are we going, Nathen?"

"Well, you see... I just got home and opened my mail. One of them was a... Threatening letter," I explain, listening for his reaction.

All I hear is silence for a full minute, than Andrew, not to me, says "Nathenial...? Something wrong?"

Nathenial than speaks up, saying seven words before he hung up.

"We'll be there in a few minutes."

Ding.

I jump at the sudden sound before looking at my microwave. My dinner was ready. The lights flickered once again before the apartment plunged into darkness.

I have just lost my power thanks to the stupid storm.