Chosen by Fate, Rejected by the Alpha

Chapter 620 – 37- Trinity – Who Are You? (VOLUME 4)

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Trinity

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"Have you ever noticed that you start to use more profanity when you get frustrated?" I heard a voice that sounded like my own call out from behind me while I was looking around me.

"What the hell?" I spun and looked to see who was there. This time, the voice didn't come from inside my head. It came from behind me as if someone was physically there.

The moment that I had turned around, I saw that there was someone actually there. Someone that looked an awful lot like me. Only, this person, who also happened to be in black and white, was somewhat reversed in the looks department.

I had dark hair and light colored eyes, mahogany and blue to be precise. This person before me looked like they had pure black eyes and white hair. I couldn't be certain since they were in black and white, but that was what they looked like.

Looking at the person standing in front of me brought back flashbacks of the night that I met my father. The white hair looked exactly like the hair that I remember seeing on Edmond. The eyes weren't the same of course, Edmond and I had almost the exact same shade of blue eyes. Still, seeing someone that was wearing my face with hair that looked like Edmond's made my skin crawl. I did not want to have anything that further tied me to that asshole. He was dead and gone and I was happy about that.

"Hello, Trinity." The person wearing my face and using my voice grinned at me while she spoke. "I have been waiting for you."

"And who exactly are you?" I asked as I took a step back, or I tried to. The moment that I moved back I ran into a barrier that was hard yet invisible. There was nothing behind me at all, but I couldn't move through it.

I turned and felt the barrier with my hands. I even slammed my fists against it, hurting my hands in the process. The most that it did was flash a bright, blinding white light when my fists collided with it.

"Well, this fucking sucks."

"Like I said, you get more profane the more nervous or frightened that you are." She was grinning at me and moving toward me.

I thought for sure that she was going to come at me for something, but I was wrong. The woman that looked like me just moved so that she could sit on the log that was next to the fire.

"Come on now, Trinity, sit down. I think that we need to talk."

"Who are you?" I didn't move, I didn't even contemplate it. I wasn't about to sit down and have a heart to heart with a crazy face stealing psychopath. This whole situation was reminding me of a horror movie I once saw. Only, the face stealer was more murderous, and a hell of a lot more angry, in the movie.

"You know who I am, Trinity. We have been talking since you got here. I am you. Well, a part of you at least." She grinned at me and gave me a look that you would give to a child that wasn't understanding something. It was a cross between tenderness and laughter at their adorable ignorance of the way the world works.

"I don't believe you." I snapped at her, but she didn't respond to my anger at all.

"We will have time for that later, Trinity. Right now, you need to sit down. It is not like you can leave here right now anyway." There was a knowing, evil look in those eyes of hers when she looked at me. Don't even ask me how I managed to see that look in her eyes with them being pitch black, but I did. "Go on, sit down now."

"N-."

"Do not make me tell you again, Trinity." She looked at me with anger as she interrupted my refusal. "I may have all the time in the world, but you do not. You want to get out of here and get back home, right? If you want to speed this up, then I suggest you sit down now."

There was nothing that I could do right now. She was right about the fact that I couldn't leave, I was stuck here in this place with her. And apparently, she wouldn't let me out until I sat down and talked to her.

Well, I seemed to have no other choice. I had to sit down and talk with her whether I wanted to or not.

"Fine, I will sit." I walked around the fire and sat across from her on the large log that was directly in front of her.

"Good, that is the best, and only, option that you have. I am glad that you are accepting things for what they need to be." She smiled at me, a look that should have been nice and pleasant since it was on my own face, but there were dark and sinister things inside that smile.

"You didn't really give me much of an option now, did you?" I glared at her while I crossed my arms over my chest. "I don't know what it is that you want from me, but I hope you make it quick. Like you said, I don't have all the time in the world. I need to hurry and get home."

"Yes, yes, you need to get home to our children." She grinned at me again, almost as if she were reminiscing about the times that I have spent with my children.

"My children." I snapped at her and rose to my feet once more. "They are my children. Mine and Reece's and no one else's. My children, my babies." I felt my heart pounding feverishly inside of my chest. It was the anger, the rage, that I had felt when someone else had tried to claim my children as their own. I would not put up with something like that. Not now, not ever.

"Calm down, Trinity. If I am you and you are me, then does that not make us the same person? And if we are the same person then, would the children not be just as much mine as they are yours? You see my point here, Trinity? The children are yours, yes, but they are just as much mine because I am a part of you." There was a low, threatening growl emanating from the back of my throat as I listened to her words. "Calm down, Trinity. It would do you no good to attack me. If I am to be injured, then so are you."

Just to prove her point, the face stealing psychopath took a small branch from the campfire and raised it in front of her face for just a moment. She then snuffed out the flames by stamping it against the ground.

Now that it was just a piece of timber, she raised it again until she was looking at the glowing tip of the wood. The next thing that she did shocked me to my core. She took her left hand and wrapped it around the tip of the branch's burning hot end.

I felt the pain sear through my hand. It was so hot that I felt it begin to peel away the flesh that had been before. Now though, there was nothing but pain and the smell of charred flesh.

I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from crying out in pain, but the desire was there.

'Dammit! That hurts.' I basically screamed those words inside of my head but apparently, that face stealer, hand burning psychopath could hear me.

"Yes, it does hurt indeed. So please, do not make the mistake of trying to hurt me. Anything you do to me will happen to you as well."

Just great. This was just fucking lovely. Could this be any worse? I mean, seriously, what the hell was wrong? Why was this happening? Why was I here?

I know why I was here. I followed that voice, dammit. I followed that voice and let it lead me astray. That voice and those imps are the reason I was trapped in this world.. I just needed to do my best for right now and then leave. This copy of me couldn't want to talk for too long, could she?