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My Niece's Talent

Part 2

By Jerrie526

Chapter 4 - Homecomings

Two weeks later the hospital gave me a clean bill of health. My body seemed to have an infinite capacity for energy that I was hard-pressed to use. In the meantime Stephanie had sold my house, at a loss, but I wouldn't be needing it any more.

At least I could use my pride and joy, my laptop, and that first day I worked until I glowed. My hands cramped and my arms ached horribly, but I was happy.

Stephanie received a first payment for Ashley's accident, and bought a new, larger house for the three of us. She moved most of my belongings that could fit into my new room. Ashley took no time to accept her long lost twin sister and had been telling all her friends the story of her twin who'd been stolen at birth, but had been miraculously found. Her friends wanted to visit me at the hospital, but we persuaded them to stay away until I was out. I hoped by that time I would be able to get my act down pat and not have any problems with the pre-teen girls she associated with.

My story was that I'd been raised in isolation and hadn't interacted with other girls, or anyone else for that matter. I would be quite shy around others for a while. Once I was comfortable I might open up.

My biggest problem was my parents. Stephanie had talked to them, but the only thing they agreed upon was that I would be regarded as dead. They were reluctant to accept me as their long lost granddaughter, but I was sure that as time went by, they would be better with it. New things take time to adjust.

Getting out of the hospital was a big day for me. The new house was ready, and Stephanie and Ashley had prepared a great big welcome home party. I was packed up and presented with my new birth certificate, social security card, and other pertinent forms and loaded up into Stephanie's new mini van.

The drive to the new house was quick and before I knew it, we unloading the van heading inside. As expected, inside the house were all of Ashley's friends, their parents, and my now former parents. Most conspicuous in their absence were my siblings, but that wasn't unusual. A swarm of girls greeted me as Jennifer, my new name. They ranged from about ten to twelve years old and I'd never seen so many giggling little girls in one place before; I was slightly overwhelmed by the attention.

All the girls oohed and ahhed that I looked so much like Ashley. I sort of clung to Ashley because I was a little afraid of them, and I didn't have to act like a scared child because I was that and more.

The welcome home party ran forever. Finally I relaxed somewhat, but anytime too many people crowded me, I pulled away to hide. A few commented about how skittish I was. Stephanie explained the story we concocted for this occasion:

I'd been stolen from the hospital right after I was born and raised in a very strict environment. I'd never had anyone around except for the two adults who had taken me. I had no formal schooling, but I had been taught things at the house. I had gotten seriously sick one day, and I wound up at the hospital where I was recognized by one of the nurses who had treated Ashley.

At first, they thought I was Ashley and tried to track down her mother, but when Ashley was found where she was supposed to be, it seemed that the hospital had an interesting problem: two nearly identical girls with different last names. As Stephanie told it, my kidnappers vanished. Nobody had seen them for several weeks. I had been genetically identified that I was Stephanie's daughter and my DNA matched 97% of Ashley's. Even our fingerprints nearly matched.

I could only hide my growing smile; the adults fell for the story. Eventually it would become common knowledge. I just had to fulfill my roll in the scheme of things.

The day finally ended and we were finally alone. Stephanie told me to take a bath and get ready for bed. Since it was a Saturday, I had a full day to prepare myself mentally for school on Monday.

I was awestruck by the size of my room and bathroom. Of course, I was so much smaller than before. The bathtub nearly swallowed me with its size, but I was tickled pink. Ashley had her own room and adjoining bathroom too. There would be no need for anyone to share a bathroom in this house.

I finally got too pruned after an hour and dried off. I slipped into the nightie that Stephanie had provided. I was a bit chagrinned over the little girl's panties, but I put them on like the good girl I was now.

Chapter 5 - Kidnapped

Unbeknownst to the world at large, some very unscrupulous people planned to kidnap Ashley and find out how she was able to produce the oil. It would happen when they needed a fresh batch of the oil. The group composed of some of the people in the research lab that isolated the oil's components.

When they heard of my subsequent transformation and age regression, they started trying to duplicate the oil formula. They thought they had found the fountain of youth. But none of their efforts paid off with anything that they could use.

They started to get desperate, and to find out what they needed, they had to have the source of the oil, Ashley.

Ashley had been secreting the oil all along. She hated that it wouldn't stop; it gave a new meaning to the term oily skin.

The hospital had asked Stephanie if they could collect samples of the oil every once in a while so that they could analyze and experiment with it. As a bold business move, Stephanie charged them for the oil. Since it had to be scraped, it was a painful process. Stephanie charged them $1000 per one-ounce vial, about as much as they could get in one visit. The proceeds of that went into Ashley's college fund for later use in her continuing her education.

The oil collecting had been going on now for two months, ever since I got out of the hospital. I'd go with her and Stephanie and wait with her while she was being worked on. Most of the time I sat holding her hand; she squeezed it when it became too painful.

We became so close that we could almost tell what the other was thinking. The closeness I had with her was more filling than anything I'd had in my first childhood. I had spent a lot of lonely years growing up. I couldn't play with the boys because they were rougher than I liked, but if I tried to play with the girls, I would be excluded because I was a boy. I could never win at anything.

Because of my near shunning, I learned how to be self-reliant, as well as my own entertainment. I also trained myself to be very observant to the way people did things or things that affected my life. That training came in handy one surprising spring day six months after my transformation.

Ashley and I were walking home from school, but had not left the school grounds yet. We'd been talking with some of her friends, well, mine too at that point. I remembered that I had forgotten a book I needed for a homework assignment and told Ashley to wait for me while I ran back in to get the book. I went back inside, grabbed my book and ran back out.

Just as I came back to the door, I noticed a dark blue van in the area where Ashley should have been. I saw the door closing, and it started accelerating away. Not seeing Ashley anywhere, I made note of the details of the van as well as its license number. I wrote it down quickly, knowing that I might not remember it in the flurry of activity that I knew was coming.

I ran back inside and went to the office. I was a bit out of breath and had a hard time telling them what I'd seen. Once I spilled what had happened, they called the police, and I was taken into the principal's office and told to wait. Stephanie, or mom now, was called and informed that Ashley had been abducted from in front of the school. She totally panicked and broke speed laws getting to the school.

By the time she arrived, the police were there, taking my statement. She was terrified. I couldn't blame her, since her only real daughter was missing. I didn't want to think about what the abductors wanted with her.

The police told her that they had high hopes about her recovery, especially since I had managed to get the license number of the van. They had already put an APB out on the van and it wouldn't be long. Or so they said.

Chapter 6 - Second Abduction

After Ashley was abducted, we waited for word. A week later the police called us to tell us they had found the van, but that it had been torched. Mom nearly went to pieces, but at least they hadn't found her body -- there was still hope that she was alive.

I hadn't told anyone, but I knew that Ashley wasn't dead. I felt her in my mind whenever I thought about her. I could tell that she was scared, but that she was at least being treated well. For some reason, whenever I slept, I'd dream about Ashley being kept in some stark white room with a bed, and every so often, someone would come into the room and talk to her. I'd catch flashes of her strapped into a chair or on a table of some sort and would feel pokes in my arm or scrapes on my skin. It was as if I felt and saw everything she did. I couldn't tell where she was, but I had the distinct feeling of ether or some other drug, and that she was feeling rotten with the after effects.

A few days later, a family liaison officer visited us for an update. After accepting a cup of coffee from mom, he proceeded to tell mom what they had found so far.

"Ms Martin, with all missing persons, the first forty-eight hours are the most crucial. This is not a missing person, it is an abduction. Therefore we are not treating this as a missing person, but as a crime enquiry. Now there are many reasons for abductions, and if there is a ransom demand, there is usually a financial motive. We always deal with this as the abductee is still alive. However, I have to inform you so that you may prepare yourself for the worst. Sometimes, abductions have no other motive other than assault, either sexual, or physical. With every hour that passes, we are doing what we can. We are utilising heat and infrared sensors on the helicopter, and teams of searchers with dogs. Unfortunately, we have no specific area to search, and there are many places that a person may be hidden, alive or not!"

Mom started to cry. It was as if she had given up on Ashley being alive and had started the grieving process. I knew otherwise, and felt that it was time I spoke up.

"Mommy, don't believe what the policeman says. Ashley is not dead. The people that took her are treating her well, but she is scared all the time and is lonely for her family. She's ok, even though they are experimenting on her."

The police officer seemed to be the type that did not believe in psychic connections between twins, and he started to tell me that I had to accept that my sister was not going to be back.

"No, sir, you don't understand!" I exclaimed. "I can feel my sister in my head! She is ok. I know that. They keep her awake at night and I dream about them 'sperimenting on her. I feel them poking her with needles and scraping her skin. They strap her down on a table of some sort in a room that looks like an operating room on TV, or in a room that has just a bed in it. She doesn't get to watch TV, read books or anything else. Mommy, she is so bored, but she misses us terribly."

My words had an effect on the officer. He started to write things down quickly as I was speaking. When I finally finished talking, he put his pen down and looked at me. "Jennifer, honey, when you see your sister with someone, can you tell if there is any sort of identification on them?"

I thought for a moment. "No sir. They are all wearing, I think, lab coats. You know, like something a mad scientist might wear on the old scary movies."

I could almost follow his thinking by the expressions on his face. "Jennifer, do you think that you could describe things more if you had help? I am sure that we could pinpoint where your sister was if we could get a good description of someone in your dreams. Ms. Martin, would you consent to us hypnotizing your daughter? She seems to have better leads than we do. I assure you that she will treated well and anything we learn will be kept confidential."

Mom turned to me and said, "Jennifer, would you be willing to be hypnotized to help the police?"

"Sure, I think I could do that. But do you think they will make me act like a chicken or a crow, or bark like a dog? I don't think that would be too fun."

I spotted a twitch in the corner of the officer's mouth. "No, honey, they won't make you bark like a dog or act like a chicken and crow. All they want to do is talk to you about what you have been seeing with your sister. Would that be ok?"

I beamed at him. "Sure. Anything I can do to help my sister!" I wanted him to think that I was a typical eleven year-old.

He excused himself and took a moment to make a couple of calls on his cell phone before returning to the table. "Ms. Martin, Jennifer, I have set up an appointment with a hypnotist for tomorrow morning. They are going to need you there at 9:00 and it might take a while, so be prepared. We'll see to it that you have anything you might want to drink or eat while you're there." He picked up the scratch pad from the table and wrote down an address. "This is where you will need to be. Jennifer, you are a very brave girl to do this. Please stay brave and we will have your sister back very soon."

After he left, mom turned to me. "Why didn't you say anything before this? You could have saved me a lot of heartache worrying about Ashley."

"I know mom, but I wanted to be sure. I kept thinking that it was just wishful thinking. But last night was what clinched it for me. I could hear Ashley telling me that I needed to tell someone that she was ok but scared. She told me that the people who were holding her said that they wouldn't harm her. All they wanted to do was find out how she made the oil and then they would let her go. Mom, I don't believe they will find out how she makes the oil." I giggled a bit at a thought. "I tried to tell her to tell her body to stop making it for a while. I thought that if she did that, that she could get them to let her go sooner. She said she would try."

"It's a feeling I have. I noticed several times that when she talks about the oil being a pain that it starts to dry up and goes away. But usually, it is not for very long and once she forgets about it, it starts to come back slowly. I think that if she tried hard, she could get it to stop."

Mom looked thoughtful for a while. "Well, sweetie, I hope you are right. Now, how about we get something to eat. You look fidgety like Ashley does when she is really hungry and if I am correct, I heard your tummy growl not too long ago."

I giggled. "I think you heard right, mom."

I dreamed that night that Ashley told me that she had been able to stop the oil from appearing on her skin. She was happy when she realized that she could keep the people from scraping her skin time and again.

The next day, mom and I went to the hypnotist and the policeman was there. He was with several other people, one of which had a drawing pad in her hands. I guessed that she was the sketch artist that was going to draw the picture of the people I had seen with Ashley. Mom was given a seat to wait in next to me that she could be kept abreast of the progress. I was guided into the dimly-lit room and asked to sit in a reclining chair.

I didn't have to wait long before they tried to hypnotize me. I had been put under once, years ago, and I had been told by a friend that he had left me with a suggestion that if I were to be hypnotized again I would go under quickly, which I was.

I didn't remember anything when I was awakened, but the police officers and sketch artist around me were literally beaming. I guessed that they got what they needed. When I back with mom, they told us how proud they were of me. I had given them enough detailed information to make half a dozen sketches of potential suspects. If they weren't in a criminal database, it might be a hard time finding out who they were, but they were still going to put out the pictures on the local networks and list them as people of interest in Ashley's abduction.

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We waited for two weeks without hearing anything from the police. During that time I kept going to school, even though I did not really care to. I had to do something to keep from thinking about Ashley. My dreams at night had become worrisome. Ashley hadn't been producing any oil for her kidnappers, and they were getting vicious with her. One person had actually threatened to kill her if she didn't produce any. I lent my support to her, telling her we were working on finding her. She was scared but understood.

One day, shortly after that, I was walking home from the bus stop when I felt a sting in my back. I thought I had walked too close to a wasps' nest, that is, until my vision started swimming and I started stumbling. I felt my legs weakening. I tried to brace myself, but wound up falling into the grass. I could hear people talking around me, but couldn't move my head. I heard a siren a couple of minutes later and I was loaded on something and put inside a vehicle. The siren blared for a couple of minutes and then turned off. I heard a voice say, "Put her out." A pinprick in my arm, and blackness claimed me.

continued...

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