Okay, this is for JesseCPK's contest.
Disclaimer: I do not own 39 Clues. If I did, do you think that I would be writing on FanFiction? Don't answer that.
"Idiot." Cheyenne grumbled.
"Smarty-pants." Casper threw back at her.
"Muscle-bound dumbo." She muttered.
"Weakling who hits like a girl." Her brother mumbled.
"Hey!" Cheyenne protested. "You're just jealous. You know, you could hit like a girl, too, if you hit a bit harder!"
Where were they? Handcuffed to each other in the back of a police car. And still fighting.
"I don't see you winning daily fights!" Casper muttered.
"That's because I'm smarter than that!" his sister put in.
Of course, they didn't mean it. No matter how many times Cheyenne would threaten to strangle her brother, or Casper say that he'd break her arm, they never meant it. How could they? Each other was all they had left. Their parents were off to prison, and no family was willing to step in and help. So they survived on the streets. Thieving, robbery, shoplifting. But they didn't get a job. After all, why work when they could steal?
Casper needed his sister. Cheyenne needed her brother. It was as simple as that. They balanced each other out. Cheyenne tended to be the more rational one, the one who didn't blow up at an insult. In other words, she was the brains of the duo. Casper was usually the brash one, the one who was a ticking bomb ready to explode. He was the muscles.
Together, they were already wanted in seven states and running from an eighth.
The car stopped at a traffic light. The twins locked eyes. 'Let's try it.' Casper seemed to say.
Cheyenne shook her head slightly. 'Too dangerous.'
'But this could be our only chance!' Casper begged with his eyes.
Cheyenne narrowed her ice-blue eyes, so similar to her brother's. 'We'd need disguises.' Her eyes seemed to say.
Casper's matching eyes narrowed devilishly. Cheyenne allowed a small, grim, smile to touch her lips. They were now 14. They had been on the run since they were 10. And they had made a lot of . . . friends.
Outlaws, fellow fugitives, runaways, thieves and pickpockets. They had been right up there with the rest of them.
Cheyenne and Casper locked eyes. Almost simultaneously, they reached for the blades they kept in their pockets. Only one arm each was handcuffed, so carefully, as not to alert the cops in the front seat, they unbuckled their seat belts.
Casper reached for his door. Cheyenne noticed this, and gave a subtle shake of her head. The left lane was farther away from the sidewalks. Casper nodded and carefully scooted closer to Cheyenne.
Cheyenne put her hand on the handle—and leaped out. She and Casper ran across two lanes of stopped traffic. The cops were after them. But they were free. As soon as their feet touched the silver cement of the sidewalk, the light turned green.
And all the policemen could do was watch helplessly as the twins walked away from the street.
First of all: The twins may seem a bit OOC, but this was before the Vespers got to them. I haven't read Shatterproof yet, much to my chagrin, so no spoilers in reviews. Thank you!