A/N: This chapter has been revised and edited since it's original posting. If you did not read the last chapter, you should know that I've removed Rhiannon and replaced her with a man named Loki. You'll never guess what he is.
Reviews:
Kit19: no I didn't forget you! I just wanted to stick this one at the end. sorry to disappoint, but I kinda wanted Rhiannon's angst to stay out of this one… glad you like it! Thank you.
and the little pandora pissed of the pretty twins, and then there was no more Pandora. Ahahaha, I'm so evil. Not really, but it's the thought that counts. Hope you liked, please review!

White Striped Skittle: that had not actually occurred to me… hehe, thanks! I'm glad somebunny noticed the change in pranks.
JoJo: thanks so much! I'm so glad you enjoy it.
Matrix-Twin1: eh, it's no problem. 'le vrais est le vrais' (although why I put that in French makes no sense to me either. the truth is the truth) picoseconds are thousandths of nanoseconds. Itty-bitty little things.

Pandora the Brave:
Chapter Five

"Two! Two! Come here! Two!"

"Oh god, Pan… What is it now?" Two asked, exasperated with Pandora's antics. Telephones are the devil.

With little interest, One asked, "Why are we calling her Pan?"

"You're not calling me Pan!" Pandora stomped her foot.

Two said, "Shush, Pan. We were speaking."

"Yeah. We were."

"We were saying?"

"Why are we calling her Pan?"

"It bothers her?"

"Fine."

"Why do we ask?"

"Two-o! Pleease!" Pandora whined. "Twooo, can we go to the city, pleeeeeeeeeeease?"

"Why?"

"I want to go to the mall!"

"You're six."

"What could you"

"possibly want to do"

"at the mall?"

Pandora thought quickly and said, "There's a really big toy store."

"Oh."

"Okay then."

"So… Can we go?"

"No," said One.

"What?!" she shrieked.

The Twins rubbed their ears. "Ow, dammit." "What the hell was" "that for?"

"I need to go to the toy store."

"Well you can't go," sneered One.

"But WHY?"

"We're not driving you," retorted One.

"Will you take me, Two?"

"No."

"What is wrong with you guys?" Pandora whined. "I really thought you liked me." She stuck out her lower lip and allowed her eyes to well up. "I just wanted to spend" Sniff. "Time with you."

Two shot One a semi-worried look.

Indifferent, One declared, "No way," as he turned the paper over and continued to read the day's current events.

Pandora's lip trembled. Two can't stand it when I cry, she thought. "Two?" she asked, turning her shining eyes on him.

"No," he said. Two stared hard at his paper, knowing that the little girl was about to burst into tears and run screaming down the hall. The poor thing would be genuinely hurt and it would be all your fault, the mean voice in his head sneered. She might even question her value and sink into a deep depression, ended in her suicide.

Pandora felt a little more frustrated with every second. The stupid assassin was going to get killed, and Pandora wanted to piss of the Merovingian as soon as possible, saving people was a bonus. One was being the general meanie that he always was, and Two was trying to follow his example.

Can we please take her to the mall? Two asked his brother mentally.

No.

She's so hurt already. She's about to cry.

Yeah, sure, One mentally snorted. Crocodile tears.

What?

She's playing us for a fool.

She's about to cry. She's hurt.

She's not hurt, moron. She knows that we don't like making her feel bad. She's lying to us.

No she isn't.

Fine, don't believe us.

She would never do that.

Idiot.

Pandora let some tears roll down her cheeks. "You don't love me, do you?" she sobbed, milking Two for all he was worth. "You hate me. You want me to die. I'll just go back to my room. Nobody loves me. Everybody hates me. The Merovingian, you…"

Two winced at being compared to the Mero. One rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I can't believe you," she wailed.

Two looked hard at his paper, determined not to look at Pandora, crying her eyes out, all on his account. The poor girl was distraught and worried and pitiful…

"How could you?" she cried, and ran down the hall. She was angry now. One knew that she was faking and had somehow convinced Two that he was right. She cursed all the way to her bedroom door. After throwing it shut and nearly knocking it out of the frame, she fell to pieces on the bed. With real tears, hot, angry tears of frustration, Pandora pounded on her pillow. "I hate them!" she shouted. "I hate them both! I hate them I hate them I hate them!"

She slammed her fists into the pillow and collapsed, her shoulders quaking. There was no way she could save Loki, no way she could piss of the Mero, no way she could get a really nice present. She was stuck inside the stupid mansion for the rest of the week, the month, probably her whole life. Or however much of her whole life she comprehended.

~@~

Two looked up as the girl ran down the hall. He glanced at his immobile brother. "She's gone," he said, shocked.

"Yes, she is gone. Now we can read in peace."

"How can we be so coldhearted?!"

"How can we be such an idiot?" One said flatly.

"She's serious! Can't we tell? She's going to kill herself!"

"We seriously hope that nobody begs for their life to us. Because we seem to be really weak. Come off it, idiot. If she's upset, it's 'cause we saw through her, okay? Leave the brat alone."

"We're so heartless!" Two cried, throwing his paper down and storming out of the room.

One rolled his eyes and stood up. "Dammit. We really didn't want to go anywhere today." He pulled some keys out of his pocket and left through another door.

~@~

Two knocked on Pandora's door. She was sobbing and gasping on the other side. "Go away."

"Pandora?"

"Go away!"

"Pandora, let us in." Two jiggled the handle. The door was unlocked.

"I said go away!"

Two stepped through the door, and dodged a flying, pink ruffled pillow. "Pandora, calm down."

"No!" she shouted. Maybe he's coming around, she thought devilishly.

Two coaxed, "Pandora, we don't hate you."

"Yes you do! Otherwise you'd take me to the toy store." (A/N: that has got to be the brattiest thing I've ever heard.)

"Just because we aren't taking you to the toy store, doesn't mean we don't like you."

"Yes it does! You don't want to spend time with me! You just want me to go away because you hate me, just like the Merovingian!" Two winced again. "You hate me! Leave me alone!"

Two soothed, "No, Pandora. We don't hate you—"

"Then take me to the mall!"

~@~

One was staring straight ahead. Two watched him anxiously. The entire front seat was filled with sickening, stomach-churning tension. This tension, however, did not boil over to the backseat, where Pandora stared happily out the window, watching people walk past as huge tall buildings towered above them. They came closer and closer to the mall, passing the intriguing Museum of Natural History, with its giant dinosaur; the dazzling water garden, with its floating rainbows. Downtown was very interesting.

They pulled into the mall, a tall building resembling all of the offices around it, with a deep-set underground garage. The toy store ruled half of three stories, a magnificent store filled with sound and colour. Pandora's face glowed with joy as she dragged One and Two into the elevator and pressed the button for the 26th floor.

The elevator ride was not in least bit enjoyable to One. The already bouncing Pandora, bounced faster as the lift passed each floor. At Parking Level 1, she had been on the balls of her feet, talking about what was new at the toy store. At the fifth floor, she was bouncing happily and babbling. On the tenth floor, she was incoherent. On the sixteenth floor, she was bouncing so fast that she was practically levitating. Ten floors later, she was acting like an over-excited puppy whose owner had just walked in the house after being separated for eight hours for the first time. One felt like shooting himself, or her, or both.

~@~

"Pandora! Where are you!" One demanded angrily.

She crouched lower underneath the huge pile of stuffed toys. If I can't see them, they can't see me!

"PANDORA!"

With a disgusted sigh, One stomped away, probably berating his "pathetic little brother" via their mental link. Sniggering with devilish glee, Pandora leapt from the toys and sprinted for the elevator.

"There she is!" cried Two.

Pandora squealed as she flew into the elevator, the twins racing after her. Just as One was about to snag her, the doors closed. She screeched happily and clapped her hands. "Free! Haha!" she cried.

Suddenly and to her dismay, two ghoulish green faces peered at her from the wall.

~@~

Mrs. Lindhe stepped into the elevator, her parcels and bags nearly falling out of her arms. She was a nanny, a housekeeper, and her employer had sent her to pick up 'a few things' from the department store. Mrs. Lindhe almost had decided to wait for another elevator when the doors opened to reveal two eerily identical men and one furious little girl, all dressed in white.

Steeling herself for whatever madness was sure to ensue, Mrs. Lindhe had stepped onto the elevator, trying to take up as little space as possible with four hatboxes and several large Neiman Marcus bags. She tried not to look, but she noticed the small girl attempting to shrug off her shoulders the hands of the two men beside her. Their grip looked firm and strong; no doubt, the girl was in trouble. Her neat white skirt was somewhat crumpled and the sleeve of her white blouse hung limp of her shoulder. Every now and again, when the elevator doors opened, the little thing would attempt to step forward, but the unyielding grip of the men held fast.

Fortunately for Mrs. Lindhe, her floor was not too far down, and she was out of the elevator, with all thoughts of the strange twins and the girl pushed from her mind.

~@~

Pandora stood furiously between the Twins, her hair and clothes tussled and in disarray. The little silver belt, given to her by Persephone, lay twisted awkwardly on her hips. Every time the elevator doors opened, she attempted to step off, only to be pulled harshly back. When there was no-one else on the lift with them, she found herself slammed backwards into the wall.

To her surprise, she felt the lift slowing down to stop on the lobby floor. Just before the doors opened, she smashed Two's foot and socked One in the stomach, surprising and disabling the both of them. She sprinted from the elevator and out the door, tailed by outraged One and the half-limping Two.

Memories flooded her mind as she hurtled forward, not caring to dodge unwary passerby. She barreled into several startled businessmen, just as she had nearly a year before, the sounds of her pursuers hot on her heels dominating her mind. However, this time was different; she was running to somewhere, to the café, to the arms of her mother. And this time… this time the men behind her would only figuratively kill her if she were caught. The building was only around the corner, and she turned wide around it, her white dress shoe nearly sliding off the curb. Of course, she beat the Twins to the café and stopped the skeptical Loki seconds before he boarded the elevator. He had regarded her through his dark glasses for a moment, and then he thanked her and left.

~@~

Pandora stood gleefully and mischievously between the insanely livid Twins, her leprechaun's smile only causing them to hold her shoulders tighter. She had scared off the Merovingian's best find of all time. Undoubtedly, he would be duly incensed and easily persuaded into a really big present. The excitement nearly boiled over inside of her as the doors opened to reveal the Maitre d' of the Café La Vrai.

~MnI~
Another edited chapter completed!