She really is your sister

A lot of people love the fact that another new year is coming, which I really don't understand. The first days were exactly the same without any changes as last year. Just work, the first weekend with the first match of the year and so on.

Fortunately, work was over for today. Well, at least the manual one. I said goodbye to the boys, after which I headed to the office. They were supposed to clean up the garage while I packed one in the office. I already needed it. Sometimes you have to do something you don't usually do.

After a short while I went back downstairs, where it was already empty, so the only thing left for me was to close the garage door. Then I could go to the roof for a moment of peace. But I got a crazy feeling that didn't go away with the new year - as if someone was inside, someone following me. And so, on the way to the door, I took one of the spanners from the nearest shelf.

But when I felt the button to lower the garage door, another unwelcome guest rushed in. Damien quickly went in, but I stopped closing the door at that moment, looking up at him: "You should go."

The last time we saw each other, he had a lot of questions about, for example, my torn lip, which I suffered in one of my matches. I didn't want to discuss it unnecessarily with anyone, especially when I wasn't for hundred percent sure that Nicolas had a hand in it. But Damien was so annoying that I confided in him. And now he apparently wanted to solve it. Like we were a friends or something.

However, instead of listening to me, Damien took a few steps inside the darkened space. Rolling my eyes, I finally closed the door, so that it was even more dark around, however, I turned on the lights by the stairs. Even though nothing had happened until then, I still had the feeling that someone had infiltrated my space.

Just as I turned to tell Damien to go upstairs if he wanted to stay to discuss something. My eyes told me that I was indeed right and I wasn't just being stupidly paranoid. I pressed the metal key I still held in my right hand as I scanned the figure standing behind a very surprised Damien. I started thinking about all the possibilities that were here.

The unknown figure in a dark cloak with a hood over his head might have appeared innocent, but in that case he wouldn't have aimed his knife at the brunette's neck. If I went out at that moment, I wouldn't help anything and would only make the situation worse, even if I would otherwise have an advantage in the dark.

Before I could ask who the person was and what he wanted here, other figures emerged from the darkness. I slightly furrowed my brows. It didn't cross my mind what these people were. They blended into the shadows like nothing. If it was because of them that I felt like someone was watching me, it was no wonder that I couldn't find anyone.

"We come in peace," a friendly-sounding one said, raising both hands to reveal that he was unarmed. Not quite. To prove his words, he even dropped his hood to reveal his face, which really didn't seem too hostile as well as his light hair, which was scattered thanks to the hood.

"This doesn't sound very peaceful to me," I objected with a nod to one of them who was still holding a sharp weapon to Damien's jugular.

The blonde haired nameless one looked in that direction, to which he looked back to the other side where another one of them was standing as if asking a wordless question. The person in question was silent for a moment, to which I rolled my eyes. I didn't understand what they were playing at. Idiots. However, the silence didn't last long, because the door opened behind me with a rather noisy voice accompanied by laughter: "I think that idiot pissed his pants."

I didn't really care about the words of another unknown person. I didn't like how he got in through the password-locked door. And so I acted against the possible danger - I let go of the spanner slightly to hold the very middle part while I turned to face the unknown figure. When I could almost see the stranger's face, I grabbed him by the neck with my free hand. With another quick spin I got him between me and the other figures in the room.

No one moved for the next few seconds. It's as if all time has stopped. Only the stranger, whom I was still holding, suddenly chuckled: "She really is your sister."

I furrowed my brows at the words that reached my ears at that moment. I couldn't understand why he would address me as something like a sister when my last relative had been dead for few years already. It didn't make any sense to me.

"What the hell are you sayin´?" Damien broke the silence, only to gasp as the figure behind him pressed the knife to his throat.

The potential weapon I was still clutching in my right hand was no match for that sharp blade. It was not worth threatening the stranger with the death of what was probably his... friend?

Before the room could turn into the silence once again, the one who was still hanging by my hand spoke up: "Did I make it just to the beginnin´? Ah."

Confused, I scanned with the look the stranger with a very energetic sounding voice. He must have been very chatty. But I didn't have time to think about the character of this person, because I still couldn't understand what was going on and what they were doing here. And why were they even trying to hold hostages.

In the next minute, another one of them took off his hood and I fixed my gaze on him. And at that moment I was blatantly frozen. I looked into the person's eyes while it felt almost like I was looking into a mirror. The same dark eyes, but probably the coldest expression I've ever seen in my entire life, dark hair probably of the same shade, but especially the features on the face. I didn't have anything in me yet... was it even possible for someone to be so similar to me?

"What's goin´ on here?" I asked, staring into the eyes of an unknown person. The strangest thing about it all was that I had the feeling that I actually knew him. Which was almost impossible because he seemed totally unfamiliar at the same time.

At that moment the one right next to me jerked away, his head movements seeming to alternate his gaze between Damien or the figure next to him and the stranger who looked so much like me. Everyone I could see in the face, and probably the one whose back I could only stare at, turned their gaze towards Damien as they seemed to be having a silent conversation with each other.

"He's harmless," I said casually, thus also gaining attention.

"Fo real?" Damien protested, but the unknown figures apparently believed me, and stopped paying attention to the curly-haired guy.

They then removed the remaining two of their hoods as well, revealing the hair hiding underneath and the rest of their faces. The one standing behind Damien who had his black hair slicked back seemed to draw his weapon back to himself.

The one that the pink haired guy in front of me had referred to as my brother, dug into the bowels of his coat near his chest, whereupon he pulled out a necklace of some kind, which he then pulled over his head. I raised a questioning eyebrow. It was like in some movie, where long-lost acquaintances prove their identity through jewelry. And then he really threw his jewelry at me, and I quickly caught it. What a cliché.

I first looked at the owner of the jewel not very trustingly before looking at its pendant in my palm. And at that moment I felt numb. It was the same one I wore around my neck and the one I found when I was going through one of the boxes after my grandmother's death.

However, I couldn't trust someone I didn't know based on a piece of jewelry. Even though he looked similar to me. This situation was so terribly strange and incomprehensible. It was also stupid that there was no one in the family to confirm his words to me. Maybe he was a clon or something.

"You got nothing left from your family?"

I furrowed my brows at the words I heard. I only opened one of those boxes. I didn't expect there to be anything special in the others. But there was probably something in them that could refute or, on the contrary, confirm the words of the unknown guy.

I had to stare at the pendant in my hand for quite some time, because I was brought back from my thoughts to the real world only when someone tried to take the piece of jewelry from my palm. Of course it was his owner. I looked up at him, to which he immediately replied: "You must have inherited something. Let me know when you find anything."