King of Anything

37

The door slams open. We both startle, but Scar hones in on me.

"Oh, Maureen. Ah, I'm glad you're here—and—"

He squints, pausing. "Is that..."

I swallow, saying nothing, he walks toward me slowly. In a quick motion, he removes me from Callum's lap.

"You," He whispers, his eyes narrow. "You look...familiar."

Callum smirks. "I get that a lot."

Scar smirks back. "I bet. You look like a friend—a brother I buried a long time ago. What's your name?"

"Callum. And you?"

"Scar," He whispers breathlessly. "It's uncanny the resemblance."

Callum shrugs. "You know what they say, everyone has a doppelgänger."

Scar smiles cynically. "Somehow I doubt that I do."

Callum shrugged. "Well you have very distinct features, that's for sure. And heterocromia is rare."

Scar chuckled. "You sound like him