Friday - 8/6
BLACK PATCH
John’s eyebrow arched up even higher.
JOHN: Brady, you say?
X: Yeah. And, like I said, I totally understand if you don’t believe me. I know there’s already someone in Salem who claims they’re me, I met them yesterday.
BILLIE: This is impossible.
JOHN: You probably would have said the same thing about thirty years ago when Roman came back to town and found me living his life.
X: So, you actually believe me, then?
John sighed.
JOHN: I’m saying it’s not out of the realm of possibility. You do bear a striking resemblance to the way Brady used to look.
X: Because I am him! What I don’t get is why this other guy who claims to be me looks so different to me.
JOHN: While he and Chloe were in Vienna, Brady got caught up with the wrong kind of people, which got him into a lot of trouble. From what we understand, he got messed up pretty bad by a group of these people and had to have facial reconstructive surgery. Then, Victor sent some of his men in to grab him and put him in rehab. He came back when he was clean.
X: Interesting. None of that ever happened to me. Instead, I was kidnapped by a group of people and forced to watch for a decade and a quarter as someone else lived my life. I finally managed to get away a few weeks ago, and made my way here as soon as I could, having little money and a life that allegedly belonged to someone else.
JOHN: Well, I’m sorry that that happened to you. Unfortunately, I can’t just take you at your wod that you’re who you say you are. Not saying it’s not possible, I know more than anyone that it is, but I need to make sure, and we have ways of doing that.
X: I’m willing to do whatever I have to to show you that I’m telling the truth, Dad.
JOHN: Good. We’ll start with a blood sample. Your hand, please?
Mr. X held out his hand. John grabbed a device from his pocket and pricked Mr. X’s finger with what looked like a lancet on the machine.
JOHN: This’ll just take a moment.
John looked at the machine, which beeped.
JOHN: My god.
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION
Luna didn’t quite know where Vivian and Ivan had led her, other than that it was somewhere near the Pier. Not on the Pier, but near it. It looked like a warehouse from the outside, but inside there was a lot of medical equipment. When they arrived, Vivian had spoken to a young man, who had led them inside and showed them to a dingy waiting room. A few minutes later, he came back and whispered something to Vivian.
VIVIAN: Excellent. I knew you’d come through for me, darling.
She turned to Luna.
VIVIAN: My dear, this is Dr. Vincent Belman. Much like your cousin André's Dr. Rolf, Dr. Belman here assists me in all manner of things I need done. He can work miracles.
BELMAN: Funny that you mention Rolf, I was once a protege of his.
He chuckled to himself.
BELMAN: Now the student has become the master.
VIVIAN: Quite. Now, darling, take us to the room.
BELMAN: This way.
Dr. Belman led them to another room. He turned on the lights as they entered.
BELMAN: Well? Are we pleased?
VIVIAN: Luna?
Luna’s eyes went wide. In the middle of the room were two beds. On each bed was a woman who looked nearly identical to Luna.
LUNA: Gem? Bria?
VIVIAN: That’s right, my dear. I told you that Dr. Belman can work miracles.
