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In Search of..
prologue
by Beth Horowitz

I always lived a normal life, well relatively normal. I moved to upstate New York when I was 10 after my mom got hurt at work. My mother was always possessive of me, always keeping an eye on me, even in my teen years. She would never let me go to friends houses, parties, nothing. She would drop me off at school and pick me up, never letting me go anywhere without a cell phone and without asking me where I would be, with whom, and for how long. It would get aggravating, but I never really thought about it too much, I just thought she was over-protective.

I'm an only child, and only children tend to have over-active imaginations. I would think that all these weird visions I had were old tv shows I had seen when I was younger or just pure make-believe. They had to be, right? I thought about them a few times, wondering if they were surpressed memories, but I'd rationalize "I would remember a place like that." The memories got more intense, and harder to ignore. I had convinced myself that they were just the products of an overactive imagination. I'm 16 years old I thought, my mother would have told me if I was ever in such a place, this place by the ocean. But, I had never been to the ocean, I had lived in Nebraska before I moved. More time went on, and I stopped rationalizing, I became more and more convinced something was wrong. When I stayed home from school one Tuesday I decided to go to the basement and look through old albums and paperwork for any kind of evidence. I went down to my basement with a flashlight because the light wasn't working. I walked slowly down the creaking stairs wondering why I was being so paranoid. I went down to the stacks of photo albums my mother had, and went through the stacks, she had about a dozen. One was her wedding album. The next was the most recent, showing my first day as a senior in high school. I was skipped two grades, instead of entering 10th grade that year I entered 12th. I was still at the top of my class, and no class I took ever challenged me, I'd go over the material and in a matter of minutes I would memorize it. School became boring for me, and I'd often skip school, I actually had the worst attendance in my class, despite the fact that one of my peers had had heart surgery and he was out less then I was. My guidance councilor and teachers were used to my behavior by now, my absences, and they didn't say much about it because I was still at the top of my class easily. I thought about all of that as I went through that album. I skipped through most of the next 6, most of them were of ages 5-10. The next 2 were of my mother before I was born. Then there was one large dusty one at the bottom of the stack. Come to think of it I had never seen this one before. I went through it and saw myself at age 4. I went through it expecting baby pictures or pictures of my toddler years to come up. None did. I sat there thinking, "Why are there no pictures of me before age 4?" On the last page there was this letter some place in Delaware. It looked like a fax.
 

March 7, 1989
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware

The child is ready, the twin will not come with her, only the girl. All paperwork necessary for the transaction are in the mail. Take her before the week is out, we have no use for her.

Dr. William Raines
 

I sat there Indian style on my basement floor reading that fax over and over. So many questions swirled through my mind. What was the Centre? Why didn't my mom tell me I'm adopted? So this explains why I never looked like my parents, but who is "the twin"? Do I have a twin? Why would they "have no use" for me?

I'm not sure how long I sat there that day. It was probably hours. Eventually I pulled myself together and looked through all of my mother's files for anything else on this place called 'The Centre'. There was nothing else, just that fax. I decided to take it out of the album and hide it in my room, so at any time I could take it out and remind myself that it was real. I put the albums away and went to my room and logged online. I searched all week for anything pertaining to the Centre on the internet, skipping all of my classes.

Eventually I went back to school, and everything seemingly went back to normal. But it was never normal again. I would stay at my computer from the time I got to school until I fell asleep, which was normally an hour or two before I would have to return to school. I barely ate, and I no longer talked, especially to my mother. I was probably in shock. I resented my mother enormously for keeping all these secrets from me. Everyone noticed the change to my appearance and to my attitude. I lost a lot of weight those 6 months and I was pale and gaunt, probably from not eating. When I was not at my computer or at the library searching I was sitting in class, thinking of new tactics to use to intensify my search. I was a woman on a mission. But sometimes while sitting in class thinking, it wouldn't be about strategy. It would be about my real parents, and of my twin brother or sister. I wondered whom they were, where they were, if they loved me, and why the woman who raised me lied to me.

While sitting in class I came to a brainstorm, the FBI and CIA, I'll hack into their websites, I had done it before. I quickly got a bathroom pass and put on some white makeup I had purchased at Hot Topic in case I ever had to go home quickly. I put it all over myself, and then used my mascara to darken the area under my eyes. I came back saying I had vomited and was going to go home, nobody suspected what had really happened. When I got home, at about 9 am, I threw my car keys on my table and ran to my room, and spent the rest of the day hacking into the FBI website. I got nothing. I didn't sleep that night because I was on the CIA page now. I had spent 24 hours at the computer when I came to the conclusion that there was nothing on the CIA page about the Centre either. I got up, went to my bed, and passed out. I was asleep until about midnight that night. I got up and padded into my kitchen, trying to be as silent as I could while making something to eat. While the oven re-heated the meal my mother made that night it hit me, that fax. I ran upstairs and read the location again, Blue Cove Delaware. Dr. William Raines. It was so simple, it was always right in front of me, I had a car and a license, I would drive to Delaware and follow the doctor.

I decided right there in my room that night that I would leave immediately. It was the most rash and impulsive thing I had ever done, I was always the good kid, the smart one, the brain, always playing it safe. I rationalized that I had some impulsiveness coming my way. I grabbed my backpack, emptied it's contents (books and a calculator) and threw a few outfits in and grabbed all my money. I went downstairs in the clothes I had worn the day before, turned the stove off, grabbed the left-overs and my keys and scribbled a note to my mother.
 

Dear 'Mom' -
Finding the truth.
-Cathy

I left a copy of the Centre fax with that note, and then I was off to find out about my family, and about my past.
 
 

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In Search of..
prart 1
by Beth Horowitz

So there I was, driving way over the speed limit on dark highways I'd never been on before. And I couldn't help but think about who my real parents were.

"Do they know about me? Why aren't they looking for me? Does the woman that raised me love me? I can't help but feel relieved, I admit it, this all explains why she was never really physical with me, why she never hugged me or kissed me or told me she was proud of me. I'm relieved to know that the reason she never did love me was because I was never her child."

But the thoughts about my parents kept coming back. And about the people I was dealing with. I really don't know anything about them, and they obviously aren't the nicest people in the world if they took me from my parents and kept my twin in such a place. I didn't remember much about the Centre, all I really remember is not feeling safe, and always having men in dark suits bringing me everywhere, nobody was ever nice or kind or gentle.

Well, actually, there was that one weird guy that was always in the air vents. He was kind of nice, freaky, but nice, in a weird way. He would always bring me Cracker Jacks and the only thing he ever said was 'daughter scared'. But I didn't mind, it was nice to not have someone around that was a 'darky' as I called them. It's weird that now that I sit down and think about it that I remember all of this.. And then I saw my exit and my mind was on where I would spend the night.

 - MEANWHILE - AT THE CENTRE

"Thank you for calling us Laura, yes we'll make sure Cathy is taken care of and we'll try to get her back to you as soon as we can. You did the right thing.. No Laura it's not your fault she found out about the Centre. Everything will be just fine.. Yes.. Okay.. Yes.. I understand.. Bye Laura." Raines sighed heavily and motioned for his personal sweeper Willie.

"Why do we hire such air-heads to take care of such precious merchandise? Make sure it's Laura who's 'taken care of', and do it before she rethinks calling us and calls the FBI."

He then placed another call, this one to Mr. Parker.

"It's in the stars John. We don't need to send for the girl next year, the adoptive mother just called, it seems as though she's coming to us. Yeah I know. She should be near Blue Cove soon. I'll have the sweepers checking all of the local hotels. Yes, I'll alert you when we get her. I understand that it's top secret Parker, I ran this operation with you, remember? I have to go alert the sweepers, I'll keep you updated, I promise, bye."

"Willie.." He wheezed, he hadn't had this much excitement in a while. "You and your men check every hotel, motel, inn, anyplace the girl might spend the night. Keep me informed, I'm going to make sure her room is ready."

 - Motel 6 - Blue Cove, Delaware

I was really relieved to finally get off the road and to rest. I had been driving for what seemed like eternity. And truth be told, no matter how much my past and family were on my mind, somewhere in the back was the fear my mother called the police and reported her car stolen and me missing. I checked in and the minute I got into my room I passed out on the bed, shoes and all.

My fears about the police soon came to pass. About an hour after I passed out I heard pounding on my door "OPEN UP! CATHERINE WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, OPEN UP AND WE WON'T HURT YOU!" I padded over to the door groggily, but my heart was racing and my mind was going over how I could get myself out of this. I decided to play the dumb teenage girl approach. I opened the door to a tall black (and kind of handsome) guy in a dark suit looking very angry.

"Yes?"

"I've been called by your mother to take you home, get your bag, we're leaving."

"Who are you?" I asked, kind of confused by the fact I didn't open the door to a tall black angry looking policeman.

"I was called by your mother Catherine, get your things."

"My mother.. you mean the one that lied to me for 16 years? I'm going to pass returning there thank you very much, now if you don't mind, I'm going back to bed." And with that brave statement I tried to close the door, but his foot stopped me from getting back to bed.

He grabbed something behind his back under his belt, at first I was confused as to what he could be grabbing, and that confusion cost me my freedom. He grabbed two objects from behind his belt, handcuffs and a gun. Now I knew, no matter how angry "my mother" (I'll call her Laura from now on, to save the confusion) was she wouldn't send someone to handcuff me and drag me off by gun point. I was frozen with fear, my mind was saying "SCREAM! SCREAM LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SCREAMED BEFORE!"

But when I opened my mouth a squeak came out, and then silence. He grabbed my arm, spun me around, and handcuffed me and led me out of the room with a gun at my back, leaned over and whispered "You scream, you die, don't make these people suspicious."

He told one of the other men that were with him, funny how I didn't notice them before, to grab anything that looked like it belonged to me, and to bring us back to the Centre.

An alarm went off in my mind when he said the Centre. Fear flooded me, even though I came here looking for the Centre I wanted to find it on my terms, and not be dragged there handcuffed and by gunpoint. No, this wasn't the way I pictured, not by a long shot.

***

The car ride to the Centre seems very hazy to me now, just lights flashing past the windows. The car was dark and big, that's really all I remember. In my mind, this is what happened. He shoved me in the car and lights went by the window, and then.. Well actually I don't even remember getting out of the car. Next thing I remember I'm in a small room with a cot and a light bulb at the ceiling. I was sprawled on the ground, and when I sat up and got my bearings I panicked. What normal person wouldn't?

I sprang up and went to the door, pounding and screaming to let me out. Then they hyperventilating began, I crawled back to the bed, curled up in a ball and struggled to breathe. And when that was over I sat up, swung my legs over the bed, and looked around.

This entire process, from me waking up on the ground to me calm enough to take in my surroundings, probably took about an hour. So there I was, sitting on the bed, looking all around me for an escape, and thinking about why I didn't remember anything from the car to here. And the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Drugged. That big guy must've drugged me. Bastard. And from there I thought about how to get out of this place.

"No windows. That big door with two men in dark suits standing outside it. Those won't work." I thought on, there must be something I rationalized.

"What about that vent? That guy I remember always got around in those vents. Maybe I'll go through there. Wait, what am I thinking, so I can die like a rat in that enclosed space? No thanks. I'm trapped, and nobody knows I'm here, and the ones that do want to keep me here. I don't see how I'm going to make it out of here alive."

With that thought, the man in the vents came bursting through the vent. Angelo. That's his name, Angelo.

I ran to him and hugged him like I've never hugged anyone before. I knew I was safe with him for some reason, and I wasn't about to let go of him, because I knew he was my only chance to getting out of here alive.

He was confused by the hug, as if he hadn't gotten one in a long time. He didn't know what to do and he too, seemed scared. I pulled back and looked at him. Same as I had remembered.

"Daughter scared." He had said, yes, he was the same as I had remembered.

"Yes Angelo I'm very scared, can you get me out of here?"

He grabbed my hand and helped me into the vent, and he pulled the grate back on the vent and took the lead. We zig zagged and made our way through those shafts for what seemed like eternity, neither of us saying anything. I was too scared, and he seemed as though he was concentrating. We finally came upon another grate and in the room it looked in on was the big man that took me from the motel room, that felt like a long time ago.

He was talking to a sickly-looking man with an oxygen tank. The smaller man was giving orders to the tall man.

"Willie, go get the girl, I want to start the breeding process at once. Now I can finally restart the Pretender project, this is all falling into place perfectly."

"Yes Mr. Raines."

Now the men had names. The one that kidnapped me was named Willie, and the one with the tank that seemed as though he ordered it was Mr. Raines. Mr. Raines.. Why does that name seem so familiar?

Oh my god. The fax. I pulled it out of my back pocket and looked at the name that was signed. Dr. William Raines. Mr. Raines is the doctor that wrote that fax. I didn't have much time to mull over that however, because Angelo started moving again.

We didn't crawl around as much as we had before, thank god, because my hands were starting to bleed and my back was aching. We came to a large opening, and there was a box in the middle of it.

There were small discs, they almost looked like mini-CDs, but they had dates on the front. Angelo rummaged through the box and took out a folder with a few small discs and paper inside. He put them behind his back under his belt, that seems to be a choice hiding place around here. We crawled and crawled, and we seemed to be going upward. We stopped for a minute, he looked through a vent and then moved on so I could see through it, and the vent led into a room.

Angelo took the folder out, tapped on it, and pointed into the room. I didn't understand what he was saying but he had begun to move again. I looked into the room again quickly, and before I got moving after Angelo again I saw a woman, she was beautiful, in a short skirt and high heels, yelling at a bald quivering man. And then I went after Angelo again, we stopped not long after that, and he kicked through a vent and jumped out, and then helped me climb down.

We were in a tunnel. He walked me down to the end of it and started climbing a ladder through another tunnel going upwards. We were climbing for what felt like forever. My feet and hands were really starting to hurt, and considering my hands were still in need of some pampering after our trip through the vents, I was very ready to get out off this ladder. I looked up and was surprised at what I saw. All the other times I had looked up on our journey up the ladder I had either seen Angelo’s butt or pitch darkness, but this time I saw a ray of light.

Angelo unlocked some sort of hatch and the tunnel we were climbing through became filled with light. He climbed out, helped me out, and closed the hatch from the outside. From the outside it looked like a closed well. We stood there and waited, for what, I had no idea. I was too busy to think of that however, as I was blowing on my hands and wiping the blood on my jeans. We stood there for about 10 minutes, and then a motorized scooter came off a dirt road that led to the well. A man got off the scooter, took off his helmit and said, “Hey Angelo.”

Angelo gave the man the folder, and he put it behind his belt as well.

"That really is the place to put things these days." I said.

The man asked me what I had said, and noticing the urgency of the situation I just told him to forget it.

Then Angelo spoke to me, he turned, put his hand on my shoulder, and said "Daughter safe."

Then the man, he's pretty cute, held out his hand and said, "Hi my name is Jarod, Angelo told me you might need some help." With that he handed me a helmet and we got on his bike and started down the winding dirt path leading away from the Centre. I looked over my shoulder long enough to see Angelo getting back into the well-like entrance to the tunnel.
 
 
 

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In Search of..
prart 2
by Beth Horowitz

We drove on that scooter for an hour, and the only reason I know that is because I timed it. That hour was one of the most confusing and dizzying hours I'd ever had. I had wanted to ask this man, Jarod, so many things.. Questions about my parents, about who he was.. and how did he know Angelo..? All of these questions swirled around for 45 minutes before I just shut down, because that's when I realized I'd get the chance to ask him all of this later, and sitting on the back of this bike asking myself unanswerable questions wasn't helping. I decided to just relax and enjoy the fact that I was free from the Centre.. And Mr. Raines..

Just as I was really starting to relax and be happy about my freedom Jarod pulled over into the woods. For a split second I thought he was going to leave me there.. I don't know why the thought hadn't occurred to me before this.. But as he shut off the engine a whole new set of questions came flying at me. Who is this guy? How do I know that I'm safe? Is he going to hurt me?

But I had no choice, I had to stay with him, because I couldn't go back home, because my moth- Laura had obviously turned me in to the Centre. I couldn't go to a friend's house because I didn't have any friends. I couldn't go to a family member's house because they probably have surveillance on Laura's family. I was trapped, and being trapped is the one thing in the world that I can't stand.

We transferred into a small car with tinted windows that was hidden behind the bushes, and Jarod put the scooter where the car used to be. We got into the car and I noticed that my bag that the 'blackies' had taken from my hotel room was in the back seat. As soon as we were buckled in, before Jarod even started the car, I turned to him and said "And I'm Catherine.. Now can you tell me what the hell is going on here?"

Jarod laughed and said, "You really are your mother's daughter. Go to sleep, all the things I need to tell you will be confusing, and you seem pretty out of it.. It seems as though you've had a rough few weeks, and an especially rough day. Go to sleep in the back-seat, and I'll tell you everything tomorrow morning."

"I really hate being out of the loop, this better be some juicy stuff or I'm gonna be pissed." Okay, so I was cranky, sue me. And with that I let my seat float backward and I had the most well-deserved and dreamless sleep I've ever had.

***

I woke up to the sun rising, and Jarod singing along to the radio. He seemed so child-like.. He turned to me and said "This song reminds me of your mother." It was a Guster song.. one of my favorites, and one I'd always thought described me:

You were almost kind, you were almost true
Don't let me see that other side of you
You have learned in time that you must be cruel
I'll have to wait to get the best of you
Poison in everything you said
Don't you, don't you?
Wonder what difference does it make......Either way
You were almost kind, you were almost true
Why give away that other side of you
Happens every time, so it must be true
Step on a kid, he'll grow up hating you
Poison in everything you said
Don't you, don't you
Wonder what difference does it make....Either way
Were you ever kind, were you always cruel?
Who's ever seen that other side of you?
Happened every time, so it must be true?
Where did you learn it's either him or you?
You were almost kind, you were almost true
Don't let me see that other side of you
You have learned in time that you must be cruel
I'll have to wait to get the best of you
Poison in everything you said
Don't you, don't you?
Wonder what difference does it make......Either way

By the end of the song Jarod and I were singing along, sounding like two drunks singing karaoke at a local bar. I propped my seat back up, turned off the radio, looked Jarod square in the eyes and said, "Okay buddy, spill the beans."
 
 
 
 

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In Search of..
prart 3
by Beth Horowitz

In a matter of seconds I saw his mood suddenly turn much more somber as he sighed and adjusted himself in his seat. He looked lost, as though there was so much to say he couldn't figure out where to begin. Every time he looked as though he was going to begin the story he'd wrinkle his nose, sigh, and drum on the steering wheel. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity and as my patience was running dangerously thin, he said, "I was stolen from my family as a child, just like you. My only friends in that place were Angelo and Miss Parker, just like your only friends while you were there were Angelo, George, and your brother Brian."

It seemed as though my mind was on overdrive as I tried to place those names. Miss Parker, George, and Brian, they sounded so familiar, like as I heard those names a part of me that felt lost was coming through the fog.

"Pause, rewind. Miss Parker and Brian.. why are those names so familiar?"

"Because Miss Parker is your mother, the mother the Centre never let you know. George was a close friend, and Brian is your twin brother, you were inseparable for ten years."

"TEN YEARS? News flash buddy, I don't remember a twin brother.. How is this possible? I don't understand."

"It's called re-education, and it's a Centre specialty. They drugged and brainwashed you into thinking you led an entirely different life before you were brought to Laura. Laura is a niece of Mr. Raines, he left you in her care until he had use for you. Your brother and yourself were created without your mother or father's knowledge or consent. You were not abandoned and you were not forgotten if that's what you're worried about. I wondered the same things after I escaped."

"How long were you in that place?"

"Give or take thirty some years."

"Wow."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"Man you must be traumatized.. Whoa."

"Yup." He said that as though he didn't really want to talk about his situation, but my own, so I relented and began thinking over all of the questions I had wondered about while in classes.
"Where's my brother?"

"Hiding out with his grandfather, he's safe, he escaped when he was twelve. They didn't hurt him, they just didn't let him go outside."

"Why did they let me go?"

"Your brother has a talent, a skill. There's a gene in his DNA that let's him become a pretender, with the right training. A pretender is someone that can become anyone they want to be, can get inside someone's head, and foresee future actions and chronicle past ones. That's why they kept him. But girl pretenders have it differently. Once puberty begins to set in a female pretender's ability to simulate people is clouded, because of all of the hormones that go along with it. It can make simulations near impossible. It's easier with males because puberty sets in more slowly, and later, so the pretender can adjust to their mentor more before it becomes difficult."

"Okay.. So what did Mr. Raines want to do to me?"

"I'm not sure if you're ready to hear this."

"Whether I'm ready or not doesn't have any bearing. If I'm going to deal with all of this you need to tell me the entire story, and not leave entire chunks missing."

"Before you were sent away Mr. Raines harvested your.. um.. he acquired.. No, that's not right.. he facilitated his possession of your.."

"Spit it out."
"Eggs. He harvested your eggs."

"Oh. Oh god. Oh my god no."

"He failed the first few times, and only got lucky with one egg, and fortunate enough for the Centre, they split and they discovered the surrogate was carrying twin boys."

"I have sons. I'm a mother. I'm 16. Oh my god." I shivered just then, at the thought of being so violated and used.

"They're four, and the Centre was going to bring you back next year, but because you came searching for them they thought they might as well get more samples of your genetics now and create more children."
"Where are they? Oh god don't tell me they're still there! Why the hell did you take me and not take them with us?! Turn around!"

"Calm down, Angelo made more than one trip outside. He brought the boys and your things the first time up, and I drove them to my friends houses and they're taking them to the same place we're going, a safe-house in Georgia. We'll be there soon."

"So who's the father? Wait, before you answer that, who's my father?"

"Well, I can't really tell you who your father is right now, but the boys' father is George. He was the other pretender in the program, and the most successful."

"Who are your friends that are bringing my boys to the house? Do they work for the Centre? Are they safe, are we safe?"

"I assure you your children are in the best hands. They're with your mother and her father Sydney, although she doesn't know he's her father so don't mention in to her."

"I used to know Sydney didn't I?"

"Yes, I'm glad the Centre did as bad of a job re-educating you as they did with me. He worked very closely with Brian and you. He was my mentor as well, and after your brother escaped he became your sons'."

"Wow, he gets around."

He laughed at this and said "Yeah, I guess I never thought of it that way. His specialty is twins."
"Because he had a twin, right? His name started with a J I think, am I getting close?"

"Jacob."

"Riiight, Jacob. He died though, after a car accident. Wow, all of these memories are just rushing back to me."

"Yes, the Centre cut his brake line and his car wrapped itself around a tree thirty years ago. He was in a coma until a few years ago, he came out for a short while and died."

"Jacob broke the rules. He tried to save the children of the Centre, with my mom's mom, the woman I'm named after."

"That's right, you're Catherine Parker's namesake. She was also killed by the Centre. Okay, we're getting close, I suggest you prepare yourself, you're meeting a lot of important people in a few minutes."

It was at this moment everything became clear, and I started hyperventilating for the second time that day. All of the Centre secrets were becoming clear as others were starting to emerge.

I was so nervous, and trying to think of something to say, something to do, that would calm me down and make this meeting less scary, but I couldn't think of a thing. My mind was on overload. So many memories were rushing back to me, and the lies fed to me as a child were clouding my judgment as I tried to figure out what was real and what wasn't. It was as I was deciphering what was true and false that we pulled up to a large farm house and Jarod parked the car. I knew I wasn't ready for this, but I also knew I never would be. In less than a minute I was going to become a mother to two boys. I was going to become a daughter to Miss Parker. I was going to so much to so many people, people I barely knew, and some people I didn't know at all. Jarod came around to my side of the car and opened my door, and looked me in the eyes as he took my hand. And as we stared at each other I felt calmer, I somehow knew it was going to be alright. Somehow.
 
 
 
 

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