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    Death at Doom's Street Last Chapter

    tab Ding dong! It's a wonder how I even heard that, seeing it was 4:09 in the morning. I rubbed my eyes, stretched, and started walking.
    tab Ding dong!
    tab "Yeah, yeah...I'm coming..." As I staggered to the door, I constantly asked myself who the heck would come at this time at night.
    tab I was about to get the shock of my life.
    tab "Could've you have picked a more reasonable--" I swung open the door, and immediately shut my mouth. A tall woman. My height. Blonde hair. Like mine. Pointed chin. Like mine.
    tab She looked...just like me.
    tab "Who are you?" was all I could say, staring at her as though staring at a mirror. She looked up at me. The look showed mixed feelings. Feelings of relief, yet grief too.
    tab "I was hoping you'd know, Elizabeth." Yikes. So this woman knew me too. And her voice...pretty much identical to mine. Did someone make a clone of me while I wasn't looking?
    tab I dug into my past memories, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. And I found it. I suddenly remembered...who she was.
    tab "You...Sarah..." Suddenly, I thrusted forward, and hugged her as hard as I could. And that was pretty hard.
    tab "Sarah! It's been...20 years."
    tab "21." I let her go. I couldn't believe it. 21 years, and she randomly shows up in the middle of the night.
    tab "Sarah...so many things have happened. I'm--I'm married now." Her face lit up.
    tab "You are? Do you have a son? Or a daughter?" I looked down at the floor.
    tab "We did."
    tab "Did?" I looked back up, grimancing as I said,
    tab "He was killed in a tragic accident...five years ago." Sarah took a step back.
    tab "Oh...I'm sorry for asking...It's just...all these 21 years, I forfeited a normal life. And now...All I want to do is..." She stopped, and the went on with a different topic,
    tab "We need to talk. I need to tell you what's going on." I nodded, of course. I showed her to the kitchen table, and we both sat down. Sarah let her eyes wander around the room, eyeing the clock. Eyeing the couches. Eyeing everything around the room.
    tab "This house...It's beautiful." I shrugged, and said,
    tab "It's just an average house." Then she turned to me. The eyes...I couldn't quite make out what they meant. It was a mixture of things. Fear. Guilt. Worry. Anger. She opened her mouth to say something, when she was quickly interrupted by the abrupt,
    tab Riiiiiiiing!
    tab "Just a sec. I'm gonna go get that." I got up, and waltzed over to the bedroom. I looked at the bed. Chad, sleeping there like a bear. His mouth left wide open. I was going to have to tell him after this. Everything.
    tab I sighed, then quickly grabbed the phone, abruptly stopping the annoying, reverberating ring.
    tab "Hello?" A gruff voice replies. Low, mysterious...Almost familiar.
    tab "Sarah. Is that you?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. How'd that person know sarah. And I found, three seconds later, that I wouldn't have the oppurtunity to, because, suddenly, with no warning, a crack came from behind me.
    tab A gunshot. My left hand gushing with blood. I dropped the phone, and then quickly slammed it into the receiver with my right hand. I turned around, grasping onto my left wrist as hard as possible. The pain...It was simply unbearable.
    tab "Elizabeth...I need to know...I need to know the truth." I looked up. There was Sarah. Gun in hand. Quivering fingers. And those eyes...The mixed feelings. I could see them in her again.
    tab I hunched down onto the ground, barely being able to breathe. The floor...It was a blur now, and I stuggled to say with a gasp,
    tab "What...what are you talking about, Sarah?" Then footsteps. Faint. Hard to hear. But definitely footsteps.
    tab And they weren't from Sarah, that was for sure.
    tab Another crack. Just as definitive as the first, but not from Sarah. Not intended for me either.
    tab Sarah gave me one last glance, rolled back her eyes, and without so much as an agonizing scream, fell to the ground with a small, whimper. There, behind her, stood a man.
    tab A murderer. The murderer of my sister.