The truth about Lars
"Lars?!" Cried Twister in shock. Lars narrowed his eyes at his little brother before he sneered.
"Who else would it be, dork?"
Reggie clenched her fists. Yup, that was Lars all right. Yet---something told her it WASN'T Lars. It was, but it wasn't. It made no sense! Reggie shook her head before she subconsciously moved closer to Twister, as if to protect him. Leif stared at Lars in fear as he backed away. Twister moved in front of Reggie.
"Lars...come on. It's us! Reggie and Twister-your brother!" Cried Twister. For some reason he felt really heartbroken that his brother was--- gone. Lars glared at him.
"You were never my brother!" He snapped. "You always hated me!"
Twister backed up in shock. "W-what??"
"You think I wouldn't know someone who hated me?"
Twister shook his head. "I never hated you! I always thought YOU hated ME!"
Reggie took Twister's hand. "It isn't Lars, Twist." She whispered into his ear. But Twister didn't seem to hear her.
"Hey Maurice, if you hate me so much-why don't you come and kill me." Lars challenged, a nasty sneer planted on his dark face. Twister's eyes widened.
"What?! Are you nuts?" He shouted.
Lars snickered. "Come on, what are you-chicken? Oh wait, you always were a wimp!"
Twister clenched his fists as he glared at his brother. "FINE!" He shouted. "You want me to kill you so bad-then I will!"
With that, Twister ran for Lars. Reggie gripped her hair. "TWISTER! NO!!"
Lars pulled out a sword as he saw Twister running for him. But he didn't expect him to grab an ax from a statue. He smirked. This would actually get interesting.
The sound of colliding metal could be heard all around the room as the two boys fought. Reggie screamed. She didn't want either of them to die!! Wait-no! She WANTED Lars to die! Reggie tried to run toward them but a hand clasped her wrist. She looked down in shock.
"Leif?" She asked, surprised he had such a strong grip.
"Don't get involved Reggie." He ordered softly. Reggie frowned.
"Who said I had to listen to you! They could kill each other! I have to stop them!"
"It won't do any good if you get killed!" Snapped Leif, his eyes pleading.
Reggie struggled against his grip, but that only caused Leif to hold on tighter.
"Let me go!" She ordered.
"NO!" Leif cried as he tightened his grip. Reggie stopped struggling to stare at him.
"You're awfully strong for a five year old." She commented.
"I told you, I'm different."
Reggie shook her head. "No. You're strong...just like him." She said softly as she glanced over at Lars. Then she turned back to Leif.
"Who are you really?"
Leif looked at her sadly before he said softly. "Reggie, just stay out of this okay? Lars...he doesn't want you hurt."
Reggie looked down at Leif in confusion. "What are you talking about?? He's wanted to hurt me since they day I met him!!"
Leif looked up at Reggie, his face serious. "Trust me, I know."
Reggie was starting to become afraid of the cute, little Lars-look-a-like. "What do you mean, you know?"
Leif sighed as he closed his eyes, as if he were in pain. Reggie knelt down, putting a hand on his head. Leif sighed.
"I guess you should know. I should've told Twister..."
"Know what??"
"I'm so much like Lars because...I-I'm his spirit. I'm what he's lost. I'm the caring, happy-go-lucky part of him. But I was pushed out. When he was five-Twister was only two--his parents looked away for just two seconds. But that two seconds was just enough for someone to snatch Twister out from his stroller. The only one who saw was Lars. Of course he freaked, so he ran after them. When he finally caught up with them, he tried to fight for his brother back. It was stupid. A five-year-old against two muggers. They beat him and everything. Luckily, two policemen came by and caught the muggers. Twister didn't even have a scratch-but Lars had four broken bones and scars that would last his life. Both emotionally and physically. He never told Twister or his parents about what happened. He didn't want him to know. That was when he turned...mean. He wasn't carefree anymore. He grew up too fast." Leif sighed. "That's why I'm only five."
Reggie's eyes were wide as she choked on her words.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you hated Lars, just like everyone else."
"I DO hate him!! I just...I don't even know anymore!"
Leif smiled. "You don't hate him. You never did."
"That's a lie! I've always hated him and I always will!! But...for Twister's sake---we have to get the real Lars back."
"How do you know that this ISN'T the real Lars?"
Reggie looked down at her hands before she closed her eyes, as if she were fighting an inner battle with herself.
"I-I don't know...I just know."
Leif grinned. It was obvious that she DIDN'T hate him. She just didn't know it yet. Suddenly there was a cry of pain.
Reggie stood up, fear covering her face. "TWISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!"
(Whew....there's chapter seven!! Sorry for the cliffhanger, I just couldn't write anymore! lol Well, I hope you liked it! I'll try to put up chapter eight by tonight! Love ya! LARS AND TWISTER RULE! Heehee)
"Lars?!" Cried Twister in shock. Lars narrowed his eyes at his little brother before he sneered.
"Who else would it be, dork?"
Reggie clenched her fists. Yup, that was Lars all right. Yet---something told her it WASN'T Lars. It was, but it wasn't. It made no sense! Reggie shook her head before she subconsciously moved closer to Twister, as if to protect him. Leif stared at Lars in fear as he backed away. Twister moved in front of Reggie.
"Lars...come on. It's us! Reggie and Twister-your brother!" Cried Twister. For some reason he felt really heartbroken that his brother was--- gone. Lars glared at him.
"You were never my brother!" He snapped. "You always hated me!"
Twister backed up in shock. "W-what??"
"You think I wouldn't know someone who hated me?"
Twister shook his head. "I never hated you! I always thought YOU hated ME!"
Reggie took Twister's hand. "It isn't Lars, Twist." She whispered into his ear. But Twister didn't seem to hear her.
"Hey Maurice, if you hate me so much-why don't you come and kill me." Lars challenged, a nasty sneer planted on his dark face. Twister's eyes widened.
"What?! Are you nuts?" He shouted.
Lars snickered. "Come on, what are you-chicken? Oh wait, you always were a wimp!"
Twister clenched his fists as he glared at his brother. "FINE!" He shouted. "You want me to kill you so bad-then I will!"
With that, Twister ran for Lars. Reggie gripped her hair. "TWISTER! NO!!"
Lars pulled out a sword as he saw Twister running for him. But he didn't expect him to grab an ax from a statue. He smirked. This would actually get interesting.
The sound of colliding metal could be heard all around the room as the two boys fought. Reggie screamed. She didn't want either of them to die!! Wait-no! She WANTED Lars to die! Reggie tried to run toward them but a hand clasped her wrist. She looked down in shock.
"Leif?" She asked, surprised he had such a strong grip.
"Don't get involved Reggie." He ordered softly. Reggie frowned.
"Who said I had to listen to you! They could kill each other! I have to stop them!"
"It won't do any good if you get killed!" Snapped Leif, his eyes pleading.
Reggie struggled against his grip, but that only caused Leif to hold on tighter.
"Let me go!" She ordered.
"NO!" Leif cried as he tightened his grip. Reggie stopped struggling to stare at him.
"You're awfully strong for a five year old." She commented.
"I told you, I'm different."
Reggie shook her head. "No. You're strong...just like him." She said softly as she glanced over at Lars. Then she turned back to Leif.
"Who are you really?"
Leif looked at her sadly before he said softly. "Reggie, just stay out of this okay? Lars...he doesn't want you hurt."
Reggie looked down at Leif in confusion. "What are you talking about?? He's wanted to hurt me since they day I met him!!"
Leif looked up at Reggie, his face serious. "Trust me, I know."
Reggie was starting to become afraid of the cute, little Lars-look-a-like. "What do you mean, you know?"
Leif sighed as he closed his eyes, as if he were in pain. Reggie knelt down, putting a hand on his head. Leif sighed.
"I guess you should know. I should've told Twister..."
"Know what??"
"I'm so much like Lars because...I-I'm his spirit. I'm what he's lost. I'm the caring, happy-go-lucky part of him. But I was pushed out. When he was five-Twister was only two--his parents looked away for just two seconds. But that two seconds was just enough for someone to snatch Twister out from his stroller. The only one who saw was Lars. Of course he freaked, so he ran after them. When he finally caught up with them, he tried to fight for his brother back. It was stupid. A five-year-old against two muggers. They beat him and everything. Luckily, two policemen came by and caught the muggers. Twister didn't even have a scratch-but Lars had four broken bones and scars that would last his life. Both emotionally and physically. He never told Twister or his parents about what happened. He didn't want him to know. That was when he turned...mean. He wasn't carefree anymore. He grew up too fast." Leif sighed. "That's why I'm only five."
Reggie's eyes were wide as she choked on her words.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you hated Lars, just like everyone else."
"I DO hate him!! I just...I don't even know anymore!"
Leif smiled. "You don't hate him. You never did."
"That's a lie! I've always hated him and I always will!! But...for Twister's sake---we have to get the real Lars back."
"How do you know that this ISN'T the real Lars?"
Reggie looked down at her hands before she closed her eyes, as if she were fighting an inner battle with herself.
"I-I don't know...I just know."
Leif grinned. It was obvious that she DIDN'T hate him. She just didn't know it yet. Suddenly there was a cry of pain.
Reggie stood up, fear covering her face. "TWISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!"
(Whew....there's chapter seven!! Sorry for the cliffhanger, I just couldn't write anymore! lol Well, I hope you liked it! I'll try to put up chapter eight by tonight! Love ya! LARS AND TWISTER RULE! Heehee)