"Now listen to me. You don't say a word about this to your sister. Do you hear me?" he spat. "She has enough on her plate."
"Fuck you," Malina breathed. "We aren't apart of your little experiments. She's going to find out,"
"Find out about what?" both of them shot a look across the yard. It was Nikki. Her hair, messily pulled in a bun at the top of her head, her dark eyes, widened.
"Go back inside Nikki," Malina called softly. "Now,"
Malina didn't expect Nikki to obey her. Why would she? For starters Nikki had a better relationship with her twin sister than she did.Oh, and lets not forget how many time Malina snubbed her. Heck, if she was Nikki she wouldn't listen to herself.
"Miss Reed," his fingers slipped from his daughter's arm. "Aren't you tired of getting half truths?"
Nikki glanced at the house, than back at the two. "What are you talking about?"
"About everything. Of course."
"Nikki," Malina warned.
"Its about time you joined us don't you think? The fight will be at your door step soon enough."
"What fight? What are you even talking about?"
"Your not real Miss Reed. None of us are." he took another step. "It might sound quit riveting at this moment in time but..."
"Your nuts," she started for the house.
"I'm going to die," he called after her. " On December eleventh, next year. You can tell me if I'm nuts then."
"Stop it," Malina hissed.
"Time is on no ones side." he sung. "Be prepared to face your doom." she slammed the front door . " Someone's in the future. In the white room."