*It was late, and a full moon hung overhead. That was just fine with Rebecca, she liked walking at night. When she was a little girl, the nuns always made her and the other orphans return befor sunset. Of course, that didn't apply to people involved in school activities, like theatre or sports. Since Rebecca didn't play well with others, she had to be back by sunset.

It was just another night, and she was out enjoying it. Her boots thumped against the sidewalk as she walked, and her cross collection jingled. Beneath a streetlight, she paused, extracting a cigarette from the pack she kept in her jacket. Fishing a lighter from her other pocket, she flicked once, twice, third time's the charm. The tip of the cigarrette glowed red as she took a long drag, blowing smoke rings into the air. Sister Mary Margaret said that 'When you smoke, you're breathing sinful air. The body is a church, and smoking is dumping your garbage in the baptismal pool of your soul.' Sister Mary Margaret was prone to hyperbole, but then all nuns were. They had to be to believe that they could save the souls of children left on their doorsteps like milk deliveries. Rebecca believed in God, was saved, and raised as a good Catholic by the nuns. She also killed people for money, the Devil's stock and trade. Rebecca was a walking contradiction, dancing on the tightrope between heaven and hell, just waiting for the fall.*

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- Jolene, at this exact moment was not really aware of her surroundings, she was too busy concentrating on the small bloodstain on her shirt, this is why, one did not wear white while working. She had wrecked so many white shirts and it was just now beginning to sink in. She navigated the streets easily, she could do it with her eyes closed if she had too but you never really knew what kind of people, or things, you would run into in the dark. She kept her blue eyes on the sidewalk, most of the time, her fingers moving in a small circular motion at the bottom of her shirt, as if she were going to just rub the blood out with her spit. Her ears made up for those things she couldn’t see; she had an impeccable sense of hearing, her father said it was kind of creepy. She stopped at the edge of the sidewalk for a brief second before stepping out onto the street, it was quiet tonight, but then again this area never really was busy, at any time.

Her boot hit the edge of the curb and she sighed, another scuff to clean tomorrow, her eyes lifted and she blinked behind the brown bangs that curled just underneath her eyes. Her hands, tiring of their task had opened her small purse, she reached in, pulling out a pack of foreign cigarettes and a zippo. Her purse slid onto her arm as she popped open the pack and withdrew a cigarette. Pushing the pack back into her purse, she then raised the cigarette to her lips, flicking the zippo open and with a single flick and an empty clunk, the lighter sprang to life. With the cherry on her cigarette glowing brightly, she continued to move down the street, her eyes now looking straight forward, her hands struggling to hold the cigarette and zip up her purse.-

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*Half her cigarette was gone, a brief flick of her hand sent a rain of ashes to the pavement below. As she looked out under the pale yellow light of the streetlight, she saw it. An old saying stated that everyone had an identical twin somewhere on the planet. The duplicate was known as a doppleganger, and Rebecca was looking at hers coming up the street. The same bright eyes, dark hair, even the bone structure was identical. She brought her free hand to her face, half-expecting the other girl to do the same. She of course, did not, but continued to smoke her cigarette and walk as if she hadn't seen Rebecca. Choosing not to step out of the way, Rebecca dropped her cigarette, crushing it beneath her heel instead of disposing it in the nearby trash can.* Hey! *The declaration sounded foolish, even to Rebecca's ears, but the ability to form a logical sentence had slipped her mind temporarily.*

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- The woman’s own eyes had ran over Rebecca’s’ as she had made her way past. She had heard the same saying many times over and in fact had even seen a few of her friends meet their “twins” but this was the only time she had ever truly believed it. It creeped her out, how could some random girl look exactly like her, or even better how could she look exactly like this girl. She had continued watching, finishing her cigarette and tossing it into the gutter, the exact mirror image of what the other had just done. She had thought she were going to make it around the corner safely when she heard the girl cry out at her, indeed it had sounded foolish, not exactly something you want to yell out at stranger in this part of town. Although Jolene probably would have done the same, she could just control her shock better.

’ Yes ?’ Jolene turned on the heel of her boots slowly, as if to give the girl a better look at her profile. It was for her own benefit too, this way she could also get a better look at the girl without it looking like she were checking her out. Indeed they did share exactly the same profile, on this girls voice sound authentically American where as Jolene’s still possessed a heavy Italian accent. She raised her eyes to the girl’s face and her hand went to her own. It was really creepy staring back at yourself. Jolene took a step forward, not seeing any differences, at least on the outside. She reached down and quickly zipped up the black sweater she had been wearing, tucking her small hands inside the sleeves-

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*Without even thinking about it, Rebecca crossed her arms over her chest. and looked at the other woman. They looked the same, and how the -hell- does that happen anyway. What was even more odd was the fact that this girl had an accent, not the pahk the cah New York accent, but something else. Rebecca's best guess was European, but she could not narrow it any further. Pausing for a moment, Rebecca stepped forward.* You do see that we look -the same-, right? *There were a number of questions she wanted to ask, but something held her back. This woman was -different-, and it wasn't just the accent. Although she looked innocent like Rebecca did, she had the same darkness in her eyes. Whatever this woman did to earn money, it wasn't handing out books at the library, and Rebecca was willing to bet she didn't lie on her back, either.*

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- A smile slowly spread over Jolene’s face and she placed both her hands on her hips pushing her right hip out a little bit. The smile that spread across her face, matched the devilish looked that had grown like a wildfire through her eyes. The other women would probably recognize it, the look itself could mean anything but the words that fell out of Jolene’s mouth after words would truly give away the meaning.

’ No, I don’t see. In fact I see no resemblance at all..’

She chuckled a little bit and while the smile fell from her thin lips, the look in her eyes did not, of course she could see that they looked indentical, it was a little hard to miss. Unless Jolene had magically fallen through Alice’s rabbit hole and landed herself in mirror land it was indeed a little hard to miss. Jolene shifted her weight, this girl could be potentially dangerous, and although she knew nothing about her it was creepy because she some how felt connected. She raised a small fist up to her own face and brushed a bang back from in her eye. Her hand went back to her hip.

’ It’s kind of creepy isn’t it ? People say we all have twins but I don’t really think anybody ever expects to meet theirs…’

She shifted her weight again, the streetlight falling at different angles, making the shadows dance around her, she took a second to look at the girls feet and then her own, they were wearing the exact same boots. Jolene blinked as she raised her head and extended her arm, her palm open towards the other.

’ Jolene…Jolene Giovanni. I like you boots by the way ‘-

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*The fire was there, all right. This woman had tasted blood and taken lives just as Rebecca had. Her words were lies, spoken as casually as a discussion of the weather. It would have been somewhat disappointing to Rebecca if her twin had turned out to be a schoolteacher, or worse, another nun. Rebecca could feel the weight of her gun at her side and her knife, but the cold steel brought no comfort this day. She wondered where this girl was hiding her weapon, for undoubtedly, she had one. She was still too pretty to fight hand-to-hand, and seemed quite comfortable partially hidden in the shadows while she remained in the streetlight's dim glow. When the other girl announced herself as Jolene, and extended a hand, Rebecca's brow raised slightly. So suprised was she, the comment about matching boots escaped her entirely. But, she put her hand forward, shaking Jolene's hand. * I'm Rebecca, Rebecca Cavanaugh. I work for the Giovannis from time to time. I help clean up. *To the casual observer, it would seem that Rebecca was a maid, or other domestic. If Jolene was truly a Giovanni, she'd know exactly what Rebecca really meant. It was her turn to smile, and her eyes sparkled.*

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- The woman smiled again as she drew her hand back, not fully tucking it back into her sleeve. She was going to need a cigarette here pretty soon, she stepped from the shadows, her boots hitting the sidewalk with two loud thumps. She wasn’t stepping any closer to this girl unless Rebecca moved first, obviously they both were armed, nobody was that stupid to walk around here at night without at least a switchblade.

’ It’s funny that I haven’t seen you around. I’m sure you’ve cleaned up some of my messed…’

Jolene winked ever so slightly at Rebecca, she knew exactly what she was talking about and probably the reason why she hadn’t seen her around. She had clearly stated that she worked part time for her uncle, the people she knew were mostly full time, always around and always watching. Her hand moved quickly to her purse, unzipping it and pulling out her cigarettes and her lighter, she shook a smoke from her pack into her hand and held it to Rebecca. The pack itself was being raised to her lips as she pulled another one out by the filter, then back into the purse.

’ I like your crosses too. In fact I’m sure we’re both wearing the exact same one under out shirts, a small white gold one, a single diamond ? I recognize the chain around your neck..’

She smiled again, the smoke hanging loosely from her lips, still unlit. It was true she did recognize the chain, whether they were the same cross or not would be a different story.-

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*The side of Rebecca's mouth curled upward in a smile. Jolene knoew, and the two of them would share their little joke here on the streets of Boston. It would seem odd how the two girls were being given a wide berth by the hookers, pimps, and street thugs out at this hour. It was as if they knew there was danger in the twins' schoolgirl smiles and casual demeanor. With a nod, Rebecca leaned over, taking a cigarette, and lighting it. It only took one flick, this time, and she inhaled deeply.* Thank you very much. I was just about out of smokes.

*With one hand still holding the cigarette, her free hand pulled out the chain Jolene indicated from under her shirt. It was identical, white gold with a single diamond. Confusion clouded Rebecca's eyes for a moment, and she took another drag from her cigarette. She looked at Jolene, the cross, and back again.* How'd you know that? *She placed it back inside her shirt.* I've had that one my whole life. The nuns found it in my basket when I was left at the orphanage. *If their meeting was odd, this was downright creepy.*

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