The Gemini: Emancipation

14 - Sin II

December 15, 1996
2:44 a.m.

For the second time tonight, his hostages faces mush into nothing. To his mind they don't ring a bell. Gemini's drawing a blank. Once more he's forgetting and it's pissing him off. On the tv, the persons that he saw as Jody began to fade. They're real people again.

In a disoriented rage, he shoots out the television screen. Sparks of electricity crackle. Cherry's frightened outcry makes him dizzy.

Up on his feet, taking aim her way, "Scream again! Scream one more time!" he threatens.

A panicked stream of begging falls from her mouth. Her fiancé trying his best to calm her despite his own high anxiety.

"Cassandra, please! It's alright, he's not gonna do anything."

Tossing the gun from his left hand to the right, Gemini fires off a shot that barely misses the other man's head. A purposeful almost.

"Russian Roulette, motherfucker! Don't tempt me!"

Weapon going from right to left, it's focused again on Cherry.

"Please don't. Don't do it, please," she cries.

He could've. His finger's on the trigger. A little more pressure and he could end her. Instead Gemini stalks away to the bathroom, slamming the door.

At the sink, he releases his frustration. With the butt of the gun, he smashes the mirror. Chunks of glass falling into the basin below. Staring into the cracks, he's saddened by his own unfamiliar reflection. Longing for a life that isn't his own.

December 14, 1996

Smoothing his thumb along the picture frame, Gemini closed his eyes, trying his hardest to remember. But it's a fail, and no surprise to him. Attempt all he wants, he can't access Roger's memories – the ones that he didn't have a dual part in. Not anymore. Death's severance of the two took that ability from him as a part of his punishment.

Dormant. It may not have been literal Hell, but it was bad enough. Stripped of his free will, locked away in the dark without a way to escape. Unlike the days of 4 year-old solitude, he couldn't kick his way out of the door. In Dormant, for every twitch he wiggled, the chains that held him tightened. Pure agony.

Yet, within that torture was a silver lining.

He still existed.

Though they have opposite means of justifying, Gemini and Roger share one similar belief. Everything occurs for a reason. The longer he stuck around, the more Gemini realized he still has purpose. And damn if he doesn't take full advantage of it this time.

He wants this to be his only time. The once-and-for-all, for good time. But he's got a funny feeling telling him otherwise.

It's in the way the air tastes. Something about how the colors pop. How his heart beats. The way this damn picture is making him feel something other than hate. And he hates it. But he wants it.

Take.

His ears perk up now at the sound of Jody's voice singing softly. A calming lullaby hushed through the little speaker by the bedside. A melody he doesn't know with lyrics that he isn't familiar with either, but Brie must've been. As soon as the song began, her fussiness faded. Gemini could relate. Such a pretty sound put his mood at ease too.

Twenty-something minutes have passed since Jody left the room. Every second gone by, his impatience piled while his mental complained, how long does it take to put a kid back to sleep?