Part 442: The Bonnie Situation

January 20th, 2010

Bonnie calmly got off the bus and stepped at the bus station. As she waited for the bus to pass, she then proceeded back home. She had spent the majority of the weekend crying over what happened. She didn’t know what was wrong with Eddie but she wanted to talk to him still. She hated him for embarrassing her in front of her mother and step-dad with his psychotic episode. But she felt, after all they wanted to do, she deserved an explanation. He wasn’t at school for some reason. Was he horrified to show his face to or did he truly snap? “Bonnie.” Eddie whispered.

The young redhead then abruptly lifted her head and saw her boyfriend standing at the front portion of her lawn next to his car. She had been so lost in thought she never noticed him until he said something. Eddie then leaned up and started to approach her. “Get away from me.” She grunted, shifting to the right.

“Bonnie, I know you are upset but you have to-“

“NO!” she screamed, “I DON’T have to do anything! You are sick!”

“Please, I need five minutes, Bonnie. Can you give me that?” Eddie begged.

“I can’t believe I ever loved you,” she started to cry, “How dare you. HOW DARE YOU! You believe what my step-father said after all this. He said you are a schitzophernic!”

“Yeah, he would say that,” Eddie grunted, “But I know something about Matt that you don’t know, Bonnie.”

“He’s a behaviorist, Eddie. He knows these things. Now, get the hell out of my life before I call the cops.”

“He’s not who he says he is.” The young man got in her way.

“What?” she hissed.

“Matt is the fourth generation clone of a man named Edward Krieg.” Eddie told her, “ I got all the information from his Dharma Corporation, the Hanso Foundation.”

“What?” she repeated.

“The Dharma Initiative was in effect one the Island that I was marooned on. There was a man abducting children. His name was Ethan Rom and Matt is technically the clone of that man.”

Eddie was then interrupted by Bonnie slamming him. He reeled from the blow, then looked at her; massaging his cheek. “I’m sick of your twisted fantasies.” She said, tears streaming down her face,” I don’t want to ever see you again.”

“LISTEN TO ME!!” he screamed as he ran in front of her again, “You can hate me, all right. You don’t have to talk to me again but there is one thing you must do and that is BELIEVE ME!”

“How the hell could I ever believe-“

Bonnie then immediately shut up as Eddie pulled out something from his jacket. He held it aloft in his hand, allowing it to sway in the breeze. The locket shined in the winter sunlight. The redhead was confused, astounded and disgusted. “You . . you broke into my house?” she stammered.

“No, I didn’t,” he quickly retorted, “This isn’t your locket, Bonnie.”

“What are you talking about? Of course, it’s my locket!”

“No, it belong to someone else . . .a long time ago.” He then handed it to her.

She stared at him in confusion for a few seconds, then snatched the locket from him. “Go into your house, Bonnie,” he whispered, “Go up to your room. You’ll find the locket still on your dresser. When you want to know where this other one came from. . . .I’ll be right here.”

She looked at the locket, noticing it was a little tarnished. She was familiar with jewelry to know the tarnish had been there for a while. Last time she checked, her locket was clean. She stared at Eddie, then slowly backed away, then ran into her house. She quickly ran up her steps and opened the door. Eddie could hear her locking it even from the front lawn. He calmly walked over toward his Turk and then turned around; leaning on the hood. He stared up at the window. He could already see movement through the window of her room. A soft tear slowly escaped his right eye and traveled down his cheek. “I’m sorry, Bonnie,” he whispered to himself, “But you deserve to know.”

The wind continued to blow and even though it made him feel cold, Eddie didn’t move to tighten his jacket. He just kept his eyes on the window. He saw a few brief seconds of movement but nothing else. Then he caught more movement out of the corner of his eye. The front door slowly opened. Eddie briefly saw Bonnie’s hand but she was not standing at the door, beckoning him; she just simply left it open. He paused for a second then began walking toward the front door.

He stepped up on the porch and then slowly peered into the front door. To the right, sitting on the couch was Bonnie. She had both locket’s in her hands, staring at them. She was trying to speak but the words were coming out. Her hands were trembling and Eddie could tell she was trying to fight it but failing. He strode into the house and closed the door behind him. The redhead looked up at him; her face filled with a mild shock. “They’re the same.” She whimpered, “How . . .how could they be the same?”

Eddie walked over and kneeled in front of her. He gently took her hands and squeezed them. “Please forgive me,” he whispered, “But I felt you needed to know.”

“Eddie . . .” she sniffed, “Where . . .where did this locket come from?”

“A young redhead girl that lived on that Island,” he stared her in the eyes, “Her name was Bunny.”

“Bunny?” the young woman coughed.

“Yeah, Bunny. I’ve every reason to believe . . .she was your twin sister.”

“My . . .twin . . .sister?”

“Yes, and I need one more thing to confirm it,” he then sat down on the carpet; cross legged in front of her,” Bonnie . . .you mentioned at the Christmas party, you hated hospitals because you were sick very bad one time and they couldn’t figure out what was happening.”

“Yeah, what . . .what about it?” she asked.

“How old did you say you were?”

“I was . . .ten.”

“That’s . . .seven years ago.” Eddie then covered his eyes, trying not to cry, “Do you know . . .do you know . . .do you know what month?”

“It was in September, around the time of the Fall,” Bonnie then placed her hands on his shoulders, “Eddie, what does that have to do with anything?”

The young boy winced, as the tears started to flow. He looked up at her, taking a deep breath. “They say . . . they say twins have an almost spiritual connection,” he said, with trembling lips, “On the Island, I was captured by a mad-man who abducted children. There was a girl there, who was ten years old. Her name was Bunny. She had . . .she had red hair. When I first met you, I thought I knew you. Now I know why. You and her obviously would have looked the same, had she had the chance to grow up.”

Bonnie stared at him, then back at the lockets. She then gripped them both and placed them on her chest. Eddie wiped his face and continued with his story. “She . . .she was attracted to me, I think. She liked me. Then she helped me escape,” he whispered, “The only thing she asked of me was that I take her to America. Had she survived, I would have gladly did so.”

“Survived?” Bonnie whispered.

“We were . . ..we were being chased by a crazy kid named Woogie. He . he rammed the jeep we were driving and we were thrown clear. I was knocked out. When I woke up, Bunny . . . had a punctured lung. A . . sharp tree branch had stabbed her and Woogie was so stupid he was trying to pull it out. I fought him and I eventually . . . .killed him. I tried to get Bunny back to my friend Jack who was a doctor but it was . . . .too late.”

“She . . .she . . . .she died?” the redhead was growing more and more sad.

“Yeah, she bled to death,” Eddie wept, “ I . . .I stayed with her. I held her in my arms. I didn’t want to her die alone. She then gave me her locket to remember her by. Bunny was worried that her parents hated her. I promised her on her dying breath . . .that they didn’t.”

Bonnie was shaking; mostly from sadness and rage. Eddie wiped his tears off best he could then looked up at her. “I’m so sorry, Bonnie,” he whispered, “I’m so sorry . . .I didn’t save your sister.”

“So . ..the day she died . . . .I became incredibly sick.” The redhead whispered.

“Yes, it’s the only thing that makes sense. You connection . . .your twin connection . . .was getting severed.”

“Eddie, this . . .what you’ve told me . . .I don’t think I can . .”

Eddie then leaned up and took her hands again. He looked like a young man filled with desperation. “I need you to believe me, Bonnie,” he whispered, “It’s . . .it’s a leap of faith.”

She stared at him. She wanted to believe him. It was all too much but it made sense in a strange kinda way. Eddie could tell there was a smidgen of doubt in her face. He then got up, and walked over to her computer. He quickly sat down and booted up the internet explorer. She slowly stood up, looking at him. Within seconds, he was at the Hanso Foundation website. He typed in Ethan Rom in the search engine and the article from the Life Extension Project came up. He then got out of the seat and pointed at the picture of Ethan Rom to Bonnie. “How do you think Matt will explain that?” he showed her.

Bonnie sat down and took another look at the picture. It showed the picture of the man she believed was Matt Tefpourth, the orangutan known as Joop, then Dr. Mark Wickman. She could clearly see the picture was Matt but the caption read Ethan Rom. “I don’t understand,” she whispered, “Why does the caption say his name is Ethan Rom?”

“Because that IS Ethan Rom,” Eddie kneeled down next to her, “ Matt is a whole separate person. If he is his twin brother, why does he have a different name? Not to mention, why does he also work for Dharma?”

Bonnie was so confused. She didn’t want to believe what Eddie was saying but he had reasonable questions. Why would this caption say that? Bonnie wasn’t stupid. She knew cloning at been perfected. Could Eddie really be telling the truth? The young man then kneeled down and placed his hand on her shoulder. “I know you may still not believe me.” He whispered, “But we got one more thing to do and then you can truly believe me.”

“What . . .are you going to do?” she asked.

“We confront your mother.” He said sternly.

Then at that precise moment, the door opened up. Julia walked in and stared at the couple. Bonnie looked back at her mother and like any parent, she could tell her daughter had been crying. She immediately threw her purse down in a fit of rage. “Get out, Mr. Trascal.” She ordered.

“Mom, wait,” Bonnie said, standing up and getting between her mother and her boyfriend.

“You dare come into his house, are your psychotic episode! You won’t corrupt my daughter-“

“Tell me about my sister!” the redhead said bluntly.

Julia froze. She looked at her daughter and scoffed a bit. She took a deep breath and rubbed her fingers through her graying hair. “Bonnie, don’t be ridiculous.” She gagged a bit, “You don’t have a sister.”

“A twin sister?” she said, holding up the lockets,” I don’t?”

Julia looked at her child’s hands and saw the lockets. She then gently took both of them, then popped them open. Each bit of jewelry had the same photos of her and her deceased husband. One was shiny and the other was tarnished; signifying it’s age. Tears began to swell up in the older woman’s eyes. She then stumbled back and collapsed onto her couch. Bonnie ran to her and sat by her. The woman was holding onto the two lockets and was having difficulty breathing. “How . . .this . . .this can’t be possible.” She whispered.

“Mother, why did you make two?” Bonnie squeezed her arm, “ Did I or did I not have a twin sister?”

Julia started to cry. She held her closed fists over her eyes. “Bonnie, I’m so sorry,” she whimpered, “I don’t . . .understand this.”

“Mom, please,” the redhead started to cry, “Do I or do I not have a twin sister?”

“You don’t,” she wept, “She died . . . . when she was born . . .”

“What?” Eddie raised an eyebrow.

“How did you get this?” Julia demanded, holding the locket up to the young man.

“Mom, focus on me,” the daughter said, “You knew I had a twin sister and you never told me?”

“I didn’t see the reason. You would have been heart broken,” the older woman coughed, “ Bunny . . .was dead when she was born. Walter told me this as he brought you too me.”

“You . . .you never saw Bunny’s body?”

“I was too devastated. I couldn’t . . .I couldn’t look at the body of my little girl,” she held out the lockets, “We made these. For both of you. Walter said . .. he said, he’d make sure this was buried with your sister.”

“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” Eddie whispered, “But she didn’t die on the birthing table. She died on a Island half a world away.”

“What are you talking about?” Julia gasped.


Eddie spent the next thirty minutes telling the older woman exactly what he told Bonnie. He gave her the look from the lockets and not to mention the photo of Ethan Rom. She didn’t take it very well, even puked once. However, Eddie needed to look at her and judge her reactions. He thought, for a while, that she was in on it. Now, it seems the sad truth was upon him. “You said . . .your late husband worked for Dharma, right?” he asked.

“Right,” Julia looked at him, then slowly rubbed her cheek, “Oh, My God . . .do you think . . .do you think he had something to do with . . Bunny being shipped to that Island?”

“I don’t want to speak badly of the dead, ma’am. But . . . it’s the only thing that makes sense.” Eddie rubbed his mouth, “What if . . .what if they were blackmailing your husband into giving up one of his twin daughters for experimentation?”

“Oh, my God,” Julia leaned over.

“No, . .that . . .that can’t be possible.” Bonnie started to weep.

“Bonnie, please,” he said, putting his arm around her, “This has been hard to me too. Bunny saved my life. I felt I owed it to you to let you know what happened. And if your father was truly involved . .I am sorry.”

Before she could say anything else, the front door opened and closed. Eddie quickly backed off from Bonnie and took a glance out to the living room. Matt was truly home. The tall man put down his canvas bag and then proceeded to head toward the kitchen. He started to take off his jacket. “Julia?” he called, “What’s for dinner? I don’t smell any-“

Matt then stopped when he entered the kitchen. He saw Eddie staring back at him. The older man looked at him with contempt. “What the hell are you doing here?” he practically spit on him.

“Making sure you don’t hurt any one else.” Eddie shot back.

“Matt . . .I need to know some things.” Julia stood up.

“I don’t know what he’s told you but it’s a lie,” Matt pointed, “This boy is crazy.”

“Really? Or do I just know too much?” the young man approached him.

Matt then quickly turned around and grabbed the phone. He managed to get to press 9 then a one before Eddie smacked him upside the head and then ripped the phone out of the wall socket. Bonnie screamed in shock at her boyfriend attacking her step-father, despite what he had told her. Matt then grabbed him by the collar and rammed him back toward the counter. Eddie grunted, feeling the hard wood jab him in the back. “I don’t know what you are planning,” Matt gritted his teeth, “But I’ll be damned if you take my family away from me.”

“They ain’t your family, FREAK!” the young man hissed as he fought against him.

“Julia, get on your cell phone and call the cops. This boy is a lunatic.”

“You’re running out of excuses, Matt,” Eddie smiled, “ I’ve already got my information that I needed to know about you. From Athena.”

Eddie stared at the older man. When he said the name “Athena”, Matt blinked. It was a blink of recognition. The young man could tell he knew who he was talking about. He used the moment of hesitation, to reach behind his belt and pull out his gun. He then twisted Matt around and slammed him against the counter; shoving the gun under his chin. Bonnie and Julia gasped at the sight. The Dharma representative knew exactly what a gun was and slowly let his hands go off the young man jacket. Eddie smirked with a blissful glee at getting the upper hand.

“Might want to calm down, Matt,” the young man smiled, “We got a long night ahead of us. And you got quite a story to tell.”