Chapter 6.
~~* On the Run *~~
The Twins looked at each other in surprise,
"That french what?" gaped Two
"And how exactly does she know the Merovingian?" said One, equally at a loss for what to say.
Far ahead of them, Estelle crashed into a metal bin and sent it flying. Two seemed to come to his senses at the massive crash.
"Come on!" he shouted to his brother.
The twins raced along the marbled floor, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the pursuit. In front, Estelle's footfalls became slower as she began to tire but she did not stop. The twins however, kept going as though they were running on an eternal supply of power.
"Why don't you give it up, lady?" One called to Estelle. "You know you can't outrun us."
"Oh yeah?" she called back over her shoulder "Just watch me!"
"She's persistent isn't she?" said One a minute or as later as they reached the escalators.
"She is. But not for long" grinned Two as Estelle ran to the stairs by the escalators and bolted down the steps.
"What do you-"
A high-pitched scream shattered the silence and Two's grin grew wider.
"Told you so."
One gave his brother a look that would curdle milk.
The twins followed Estelle down the steps, though at a slower pace for there was no longer any need to hurry.
"Odd." smirked Two "I never knew dead people could be so useful."
On the floor below, lay the guard they had recently killed. And on top, in a crumpled up heap clutching at her ankle, was Estelle.
"Did-you-do-this?" she panted.
"Not a problem is it?" sniffed One.
"What do you mean 'Not a problem'?" she grimaced "Who are you? And what do you want with me?"
"We are your worst nightmare-" sneered Two
"-and unfortunately for you, it's not us that wants you" finished One.
Estelle gasped and then winced as her hand flew back to her ankle.
"Oh dear. Twisted your foot?" said Two in mock concern.
"Like you care" she spat.
"Oh but I do." He replied with a sly grin and reached towards her.
Estelle whipped round raised her hand and dealt a heavy blow to his face. Two stumbled backwards, one hand at his cheek which was slowly turning scarlet.
"How dare you!" she hissed in fury.
Two scowled "Shall we get this over with?" he sighed to One.
"Yes. I have had enough of playing cat and mouse with this little wench." replied One.
Two got slowly to his feet, his face now a stark contrast of crimson and white.
One reached inside his coat and pulled out his silver switchblade. The twins towered over the young woman on the floor, who was trying with all her might to get up. But against the pain it was impossible.
Two also reached inside his own coat, ready to pull out his own blade when he stopped.
"Er. . . . One?"
"What is it now?" sighed One.
"Have you got my blade?"
"Why would I have it?"
"Er. . . . "
"You haven't lost it?"
Two rolled his eyes. "Well-I. . . "
One slapped a hand to his forehead. "I just don't believe you sometimes. Really I don't." Two shuffled his feet, pondering for the right answer.
"I must have left it in that shop." He muttered.
"In the shop?" One exclaimed "How did you manage that?"
"Well, when that woman was asking us about our sunglasses. I got it out in case she started being awkward, and I must have left it behind."
One's lips suddenly turned upwards into a smirk. "Well, at least you're learning" he sighed. "Go on then, you go and get it and I'll stay here with this." He gestured at Estelle.
"Right." replied Two. He dashed back up the stairs and disappeared in a whirl of white coat.
Estelle tried another frantic attempt to get up but was stopped short by One's blade that so quickly found its way to her throat.
"Don't even think about it." He sneered.
~~* On the Run *~~
The Twins looked at each other in surprise,
"That french what?" gaped Two
"And how exactly does she know the Merovingian?" said One, equally at a loss for what to say.
Far ahead of them, Estelle crashed into a metal bin and sent it flying. Two seemed to come to his senses at the massive crash.
"Come on!" he shouted to his brother.
The twins raced along the marbled floor, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the pursuit. In front, Estelle's footfalls became slower as she began to tire but she did not stop. The twins however, kept going as though they were running on an eternal supply of power.
"Why don't you give it up, lady?" One called to Estelle. "You know you can't outrun us."
"Oh yeah?" she called back over her shoulder "Just watch me!"
"She's persistent isn't she?" said One a minute or as later as they reached the escalators.
"She is. But not for long" grinned Two as Estelle ran to the stairs by the escalators and bolted down the steps.
"What do you-"
A high-pitched scream shattered the silence and Two's grin grew wider.
"Told you so."
One gave his brother a look that would curdle milk.
The twins followed Estelle down the steps, though at a slower pace for there was no longer any need to hurry.
"Odd." smirked Two "I never knew dead people could be so useful."
On the floor below, lay the guard they had recently killed. And on top, in a crumpled up heap clutching at her ankle, was Estelle.
"Did-you-do-this?" she panted.
"Not a problem is it?" sniffed One.
"What do you mean 'Not a problem'?" she grimaced "Who are you? And what do you want with me?"
"We are your worst nightmare-" sneered Two
"-and unfortunately for you, it's not us that wants you" finished One.
Estelle gasped and then winced as her hand flew back to her ankle.
"Oh dear. Twisted your foot?" said Two in mock concern.
"Like you care" she spat.
"Oh but I do." He replied with a sly grin and reached towards her.
Estelle whipped round raised her hand and dealt a heavy blow to his face. Two stumbled backwards, one hand at his cheek which was slowly turning scarlet.
"How dare you!" she hissed in fury.
Two scowled "Shall we get this over with?" he sighed to One.
"Yes. I have had enough of playing cat and mouse with this little wench." replied One.
Two got slowly to his feet, his face now a stark contrast of crimson and white.
One reached inside his coat and pulled out his silver switchblade. The twins towered over the young woman on the floor, who was trying with all her might to get up. But against the pain it was impossible.
Two also reached inside his own coat, ready to pull out his own blade when he stopped.
"Er. . . . One?"
"What is it now?" sighed One.
"Have you got my blade?"
"Why would I have it?"
"Er. . . . "
"You haven't lost it?"
Two rolled his eyes. "Well-I. . . "
One slapped a hand to his forehead. "I just don't believe you sometimes. Really I don't." Two shuffled his feet, pondering for the right answer.
"I must have left it in that shop." He muttered.
"In the shop?" One exclaimed "How did you manage that?"
"Well, when that woman was asking us about our sunglasses. I got it out in case she started being awkward, and I must have left it behind."
One's lips suddenly turned upwards into a smirk. "Well, at least you're learning" he sighed. "Go on then, you go and get it and I'll stay here with this." He gestured at Estelle.
"Right." replied Two. He dashed back up the stairs and disappeared in a whirl of white coat.
Estelle tried another frantic attempt to get up but was stopped short by One's blade that so quickly found its way to her throat.
"Don't even think about it." He sneered.