Ah, yes. The run-down pizza joint that caused each of us to spawn an evil twin after our first bite into the cheesy pie.
I remember it like it was 6 years, 4 months and 3 days ago.
“Welcome to Dante’s Pizzeria!” the host with the lazy eye said.
I could’ve sworn I just saw this same girl outside the pizzeria on her cell phone, swearing like a sailor, right before we came in!
The place seemed alright. It seemed easy on the eye and it made you feel comfortable. There was this glimmer about it that invited you in.
The smell of fresh dough, tomato sauce and garlic filled the air, just like Emeril’s kitchen I imagine. The scent makes you feel hungrier than you are.
Your eyes are as big as a pie when you walk in. 20” pizzas lined up in a row for your choosing. And the pickings aren’t slim.
There’s traditional fare such as pepperoni and cheese, but there’s also out-of-this-world flavors to choose from, flavors I couldn’t even pronounce.
“De Twino…It must be Italian,” I tell Ben.
The De Twino pizza looked like it was full of flavor; with the grease sitting right on top, waiting to ooze of your slice and down the sides of your mouth.
“Let’s get it!” Ben yells with excitement.
“Four slices of the De Twino, please,” we tell the chef.
We’re hungry and at this moment, it seems the only thing that will satiate us is a thick slice of the De Twino.
The chef pulls the slices out of the oven and they look appetizing. The cheese is bubbling up and the crust is a perfect golden-brown.
The host guides us to our seats and we choose a booth. Like all Americans, we prefer a booth. She asks if we need anything in the kindest of voices. We reply no, and she walks away.
As we go to take our first bite of what will probably be the best pizza money can buy, we are interrupted by the host, which seemed like no more than an instant.
“Hey assholes, do you need anything?” she asks.
“Uh, no. You just asked us and we said no,” Kate says with aggravation.
“Whatever! Go f*%# yourselves then!”
The lazy eye host walks away in the opposite direction she initially took.
“Is it just me or was she extremely rude?” Mel asks with skepticism.
There couldn’t have been more than 5 seconds in between this nice host asking us if we needed anything in her soft-spoken voice, to this rude lady cursing at us.
Something wasn’t right. Something felt strange about Dante’s Pizzeria. Nevertheless, we were hungry, and we had to eat to refuel before our backpacking excursion into the Ozark Mountains.
Ben takes the first bite and his reaction is priceless. His face lights up like a kid at Christmas. I follow suit, followed by Kate. The pizza is too good to be true. It’s divine. Heavenly. It’s magnificent.
All three of us devour our slices before Mel even has a chance to begin eating hers. She prefers to cut up her pieces, and stares at us like we’re pigs for doing the opposite.
“That was good, I’m going to have another!” Ben said with enthusiasm.
Ben got up from the table and proceeded to head to the pizza line.
We could see Ben from our booth seat at Dante’s. He was in our sights the entire time.
“I don’t feel so good,” Kate murmured.
“Me either, it feels like something’s growing inside of me, trying to escape!” I confer.
“Well, I’m not eating this pizza if it makes you guys feel this way,” Mel said.
Within an instant, before Kate could open her mouth with a reply, an exact replica…In the flesh, another human being with her exact features appeared out of nowhere next to her.
This twin grabbed the knife on the table and held it up to Kate’s throat, choking her until her face was blue.
A spawn of my own appeared next to me too, bumping Mel out of the booth. He quickly used his ruggedly handsome looks and swift fists and punched me in the face, knocking me out on the table.
“Oh my god, what’s happened?” Mel asks with a hint of fear. “RJ. Wake Up! Let go of Kate!”
The room is spinning for Mel. She’s scared.
RJ lay knocked out on the table; his evil twin wreaking havoc on the pizzeria. Kate has now passed out and her twin is gutting the other guests.
Blood’s now mixing with marinara sauce; no one can tell the difference.
BAM. The sound of gunshots ring through the air.
“Ben. Oh my god, Ben.”
To Be Continued
Regards – R.L. Bean