Chapter 4 ~ An Eye for an Eye.
"Oh, Why?" grumbled Two
"What is it now?" sighed One.
Two stuck his head out of the open window causing a small child in the car next to them to shriek with fright.
"Have you seen the length of this traffic jam?" groaned Two
"I am not blind." replied One, slightly irritated.
"Why can't we just phase?"
"You know why." Said One. "You heard the Merovingian." He put on a French accent and continued "Be subtle, I want zis mission to go perfectly."
"It's alright for him, sitting up in that office all day, drinking liquor and cavorting with goodness knows how many girls"
"I thought you said you thought you were 'cooped up' in that office" said One
"Yes, but I didn't say I didn't envy the Merovingian's lifestyle, did I?"
"And so, the mask comes off" muttered One poetically.
"Oh, look, we're on the move again" said Two hastily.
"Wonderful" said One, dully
"Oh, come on, we haven't killed anyone for weeks. You can't say you don't miss the action"
"It's not that, it's just. . . "
"Yes?" inquired Two curiously
"Nothing"
One's expression became rather rigid and he sat stiff on his seat. Two gazed at him for a few seconds, then after deciding that One obviously wasn't going to tell him anymore, he leaned back in his seat and helped himself to a toffee from the glove compartment in front.
Hours later they pulled up in a parking space outside a busy looking shopping mall. Large white letters above the entrance read "The Diamond Centre" and massive crowds of people were milling around outside where a spokesperson was shouting through a microphone.
"What on earth. . . .?" The Twins looked at the crowds, then back to each other and exchanged identical evil smirks.
"That means. . . " They strode forwards into the entrance.
"Ah!" said Two rubbing his hands together and grinning a manic grin "Perfect, this makes our job a whole lot easier"
"There's barely anyone about" smirked One " Course it spoils the action a bit, but if we get the job done, what else matters!"
"Couldn't have put it better myself" said Two as they reached the escalator "Brothers first"
"Why thank you" replied One a little smugly.
"These things are so slow" moaned Two, halfway up the escalator
"Quit whining, but now you mention it" grinned One "There's no one around so why don't we just. . ."
"Hey! You two!" The Twins turned around to see a portly looking security guard standing at the bottom of the escalator, hands on hips.
"What?" the Twins replied as they got off at the top.
"Don't you know we're closing in ten minutes?" the guard said.
"Yes, but we're looking for our friend who was supposed to be meeting us and she hasn't turned up yet" replied Two, on a whim.
"Are you sure she's still in here?" the guard asked a little suspiciously
"Oh yes. We just phoned her and she said that she's still in here waiting for us" continued One.
"But I thought you said you were looking for her. How can you be looking for her if you already know where she is?" The guard by this time was getting quite irritated by the pair and started to walk up the stairs next to the escalator.
"We're not familiar with this area so in a sense we are looking for her because we don't know exactly where the place she is at is."
"Well let me point you in the right direction" the guard said helpfully
"No thank you, we're fine."
"Ok" resigned the guard "So, here on business?"
"Something like that" One looked at his watch and he nudged Two.
"Well, got to be going, loads to do." Said Two quickly, catching on.
"Wait a second, What's that in your pocket?" said the guard suddenly
"A pen" replied One, pulling out a blue biro from his pocket.
"No no, your inside pocket- "
"What? this?" said One pulling out a silver switchblade from his inside pocket. The guard immediately pulled out a revolver and pointed it at the Twins.
"Drop your weapon and put your hands behind your head" the guard said in a shaky voice.
The Twins looked at each other and grinned. Two pulled out his own switchblade and they both started forward towards the guard.
"I'm warning you, I'll shoot!" The guard was paling every second and as the Twins advanced they noticed that his hands were shaking madly as he tried to hold on the the revolver in his chubby hands.
"Don't come any closer or I promise I'll shoot. I don't want to have to do that but I will, if you force me to I swear I will"
The Twins continued their advance and flicked open their switchblades. Beads of sweat were tricking down the guard's face as he pulled the trigger.
A deafening bang, echoed through the shopping centre and the guard's face lost all colour as he let out a shrill scream. The Twins had phased and so the bullet had passed right through them, landing with a smart 'clink' on the floor ten feet behind. They returned to their solid state yet the guard still screamed on.
"An eye for an eye" smirked Two
"Too right" replied One as he strode forwards, pulled the guard's head back by his hair, lifted the blade up to the his neck and slit his throat. Blood seeped out from the wound staining the cuffs on One's immaculate white shirt a poisonous red.
One let go of the guard, who slumped, lifeless to the floor. Blood oozed out over the tiles and One kicked him back down the escalator until he landed with a nasty 'crack' on the marbled floor below.
One turned back to Two.
"Well, you can't say that wasn't fun" laughed Two
"Alright for you to say, you didn't get a stained shirt." grumbled One .
"Oh, Why?" grumbled Two
"What is it now?" sighed One.
Two stuck his head out of the open window causing a small child in the car next to them to shriek with fright.
"Have you seen the length of this traffic jam?" groaned Two
"I am not blind." replied One, slightly irritated.
"Why can't we just phase?"
"You know why." Said One. "You heard the Merovingian." He put on a French accent and continued "Be subtle, I want zis mission to go perfectly."
"It's alright for him, sitting up in that office all day, drinking liquor and cavorting with goodness knows how many girls"
"I thought you said you thought you were 'cooped up' in that office" said One
"Yes, but I didn't say I didn't envy the Merovingian's lifestyle, did I?"
"And so, the mask comes off" muttered One poetically.
"Oh, look, we're on the move again" said Two hastily.
"Wonderful" said One, dully
"Oh, come on, we haven't killed anyone for weeks. You can't say you don't miss the action"
"It's not that, it's just. . . "
"Yes?" inquired Two curiously
"Nothing"
One's expression became rather rigid and he sat stiff on his seat. Two gazed at him for a few seconds, then after deciding that One obviously wasn't going to tell him anymore, he leaned back in his seat and helped himself to a toffee from the glove compartment in front.
Hours later they pulled up in a parking space outside a busy looking shopping mall. Large white letters above the entrance read "The Diamond Centre" and massive crowds of people were milling around outside where a spokesperson was shouting through a microphone.
"What on earth. . . .?" The Twins looked at the crowds, then back to each other and exchanged identical evil smirks.
"That means. . . " They strode forwards into the entrance.
"Ah!" said Two rubbing his hands together and grinning a manic grin "Perfect, this makes our job a whole lot easier"
"There's barely anyone about" smirked One " Course it spoils the action a bit, but if we get the job done, what else matters!"
"Couldn't have put it better myself" said Two as they reached the escalator "Brothers first"
"Why thank you" replied One a little smugly.
"These things are so slow" moaned Two, halfway up the escalator
"Quit whining, but now you mention it" grinned One "There's no one around so why don't we just. . ."
"Hey! You two!" The Twins turned around to see a portly looking security guard standing at the bottom of the escalator, hands on hips.
"What?" the Twins replied as they got off at the top.
"Don't you know we're closing in ten minutes?" the guard said.
"Yes, but we're looking for our friend who was supposed to be meeting us and she hasn't turned up yet" replied Two, on a whim.
"Are you sure she's still in here?" the guard asked a little suspiciously
"Oh yes. We just phoned her and she said that she's still in here waiting for us" continued One.
"But I thought you said you were looking for her. How can you be looking for her if you already know where she is?" The guard by this time was getting quite irritated by the pair and started to walk up the stairs next to the escalator.
"We're not familiar with this area so in a sense we are looking for her because we don't know exactly where the place she is at is."
"Well let me point you in the right direction" the guard said helpfully
"No thank you, we're fine."
"Ok" resigned the guard "So, here on business?"
"Something like that" One looked at his watch and he nudged Two.
"Well, got to be going, loads to do." Said Two quickly, catching on.
"Wait a second, What's that in your pocket?" said the guard suddenly
"A pen" replied One, pulling out a blue biro from his pocket.
"No no, your inside pocket- "
"What? this?" said One pulling out a silver switchblade from his inside pocket. The guard immediately pulled out a revolver and pointed it at the Twins.
"Drop your weapon and put your hands behind your head" the guard said in a shaky voice.
The Twins looked at each other and grinned. Two pulled out his own switchblade and they both started forward towards the guard.
"I'm warning you, I'll shoot!" The guard was paling every second and as the Twins advanced they noticed that his hands were shaking madly as he tried to hold on the the revolver in his chubby hands.
"Don't come any closer or I promise I'll shoot. I don't want to have to do that but I will, if you force me to I swear I will"
The Twins continued their advance and flicked open their switchblades. Beads of sweat were tricking down the guard's face as he pulled the trigger.
A deafening bang, echoed through the shopping centre and the guard's face lost all colour as he let out a shrill scream. The Twins had phased and so the bullet had passed right through them, landing with a smart 'clink' on the floor ten feet behind. They returned to their solid state yet the guard still screamed on.
"An eye for an eye" smirked Two
"Too right" replied One as he strode forwards, pulled the guard's head back by his hair, lifted the blade up to the his neck and slit his throat. Blood seeped out from the wound staining the cuffs on One's immaculate white shirt a poisonous red.
One let go of the guard, who slumped, lifeless to the floor. Blood oozed out over the tiles and One kicked him back down the escalator until he landed with a nasty 'crack' on the marbled floor below.
One turned back to Two.
"Well, you can't say that wasn't fun" laughed Two
"Alright for you to say, you didn't get a stained shirt." grumbled One .