"Steady now." Two whispered in my ear, "Hold the razor in your right hand."

I did as he instructed, moving the open razor to my right hand.

"Now, put four fingers on the side of the handle and your thumb on the top of it." Two took my fingers and placed them where he had said to. "You want to slide your thumb down the handle and slip it off to the right so it's on the side, close to the end." Two moved my thumb as he spoke. "Here I'll show you." Two pulled out his own razor, opened it, and showed me how he twirled it.

"While your thumb is sliding, remove all fingers except the middle one, like this…"

I watched in fascination, trying to see how it was done.

"The middle finger slides so it is opposite of your thumb, like so."

One yawned from where he was seated on the steps leading to the backdoor, as if our razor twirling lessons bored him.

"You have something you want to say?" Two suddenly blurted out at One.

"No, not at all." One smirked. "Continue on, brother."

Two shook his head and sighed before continuing.

"Alright. Allow the razor to flip some so that it's pointing down. Quickly, so that it appears that the razor does not point down, bring your palm up and catch the handle."

After explaining it to me, Two quickly twirled his razor. It happened so fast that I didn't even realize he had even done it.

"Now you try." Two pointed at me. I took my razor and looked it over, then proceeded to do what he had told me, careful to take note as to what I was doing.

"Put all four fingers on side…" I whispered to myself, "Thumb on top…"

This was easy.

I quickly did all the motions Two had walked me through. I did it; I actually twirled my razor like Two had done! Or so I thought. I suddenly heard One burst out laughing. Not really realizing what had happened; I looked at my hand and noticed that my razor was gone. Turning around to see where it had gone to, I saw Two standing as still as he could while looking down at the grass. My eyes quickly went down to where my razor was stuck in the ground, a half-inch from Two's foot. A sheepish smile ran across my lips, while Two's head slowly raised.

"I see we're going to have to work on this some more." He said.

I got in the position to try it again, this time trying to be a little more careful. I took a deep breath first to relax.

"Just relax, concentrate." I heard Two whisper behind me.

When I got through it all and to the part where I caught it at the end, a sharp pain went through my hand.

"Ouch!" I shouted while grabbing for my palm. The razor fell to the ground, and I fell to my knees. Two walked over to me and looked over my shoulder.

"You ok?" he softly asked.

"I-I think so." I forced myself to say. I took my hand away from my right hand and to my horror, blood was coming out of a long cut in the middle of my palm. Something told me that I didn't quite catch the razor by the handle that time.

One ran into the house to get something for my hand while Two tried to encourage me. When One came back out, both Twins wiped the blood off and stopped my hand from bleeding, then wrapped some cloth around it for a bandage.

"It's not as bad as it looks." Two smiled, putting the razor in my hand. "Why don't you give it another go?"

Again I took the razor and stood up. Taking another deep breath, I quickly went through the motions again, but again the razor slipped from my grasp. This time I knew because I felt the razor slide out of my hand. I nearly screamed as I saw a streaky blur fly through the air and skim One's face before coming to a stop in the backdoor. One phased before the razor had skimmed by his head, but when he returned to his normal form, he slowly turned to look at the damage. He walked over, pulled the blade out of the wood of the door and turned toward Two and me.

"You two are asking for it." One got up and started to walk toward us. "Slice the silver locks off, and you face my wrath."

"Watch it, he's about to throw a wobbly." Two crouched low behind me as One came closer.

"You bet I am!" One's lips turned into an entertaining grin as he playfully grabbed onto Two's coat. "Come here, brother."

"No, no! Leave me alone! Ahhhhh!"

I turned to see One playfully tugging on Two's beautiful silver dreadlocks. I had to fight back a giggle at the Twins playful behavior. When I had first met them again that morning, it kind of concerned me that they didn't act the way I remembered them, but I guess I was wrong to be concerned. Here they were, silly and witty as ever.

"One, let Two go." I laughed.

"Oh, you want me to let him go, huh?" One grinned even more. "First I'm going to show you some real razor twirling moves." One grabbed and pulled his razor out, opened it, threw it up in the air and caught it by the handle. He let go of Two's hair, but grabbed him by the arm and spun him around until his back was to One again. Quickly One put his arm around Two and held his razor to Two's neck while holding one of his arms behind his back.

"I give up!" Two gasped and struggled. "I give up!"

"You're hopeless." One let go of Two and pushed him forward onto the ground.

"Hopeless, eh?" Two smiled evilly. "Think fast!" Two shouted before phasing through the ground and appearing again behind One. He quickly jerked One's left arm behind his back and whipped out his razor and held it close to One's throat.

"I'm not totally hopeless, brother." Two hissed in One's ear. Two held One tight until One retreated down on his knees. Two, then, jumped up and gracefully bowed to me. I couldn't help but cheer him on. One jumped up and put Two in a headlock.

"You're just showing off for Angel, aren't you?" One whispered in Two's ear.

"Why do you say that?" Two whispered back.

"Because I know you love her." One grinned. Two finally struggled out of One's hold and stared at him.

At that moment, the fun came to an abrupt end when Smith jumped out of nowhere and tried to grab hold of me. I screamed for all I was worth, before succeeding in kicking him in the shins and retreating into the house. I looked behind me once to see if the Twins were following me, but they weren't. I quickly ran upstairs and grabbed the backpack I had stuffed with needed items earlier, and then grabbed my laptop computer before running back out into the hallway and downstairs. I quickly ran to the front door and struggled with getting it unlocked. My hands were shaking worse than a leaf in a hurricane. When the lock finally turned, I tried to go out, but a dark arm slammed it shut again. I turned around and peered into the stone cold face of Smith, my reflection clearly seen in his dark shades.

"We meet again, Miss Merryweather." Smith said in his slow, deep, hollow voice.

"So?" I said, sarcastically. "What's it to you?"

Smith only smiled, something I didn't even know he could do. The Twins suddenly grabbed hold of Smith and jerked him back away from me and threw him over across the room. Two ran, grabbed my arm, opened up the front door and ran outside towards a black Escalade that was parked in front of my house.

"Hurry and get in!" Two shouted, helping me inside the car.

"What about One?"

"He's coming, get in!" Two pushed me in then slammed the Escalade's door and ran around to the driver's seat and got in. He turned the motor over and hit the accelerator, causing the black Cadillac to speed off with a screeching of tires. I grabbed hold of my seat and held on for dear life. I suddenly saw something weird appear near the back of me and I turned to see One in his green ghost form. He materialized when he was a good ways in the car, and was carried off to the back of the vehicle with enough force to burst through one of the windows.

"For goodness' sake, Two, slow down a bit!" One shouted. "What are you trying to do? Win the Indy 500?"

Two hit the brakes, which sent One and myself almost flying through the front windshield.

"Great Scott!" One glared at Two. Two cowered. "I like a good run about, but this is ridiculous. Move over! I'm taking the wheel."

Two moved to the backseat while One moved to the driver's seat. He sped off with an easiness that was a relief to all of us.

"Here, you almost left this back there." One said, pulling out my razor and handing it to me while keeping his eyes on the road. I took it from his hand and placed it one of my jeans pockets. One looked at Two in the rearview mirror.

"Aw, come on. Don't be in such a strop, Two." One smiled. I had to turn my head to keep the Twins from seeing my smile at hearing their English accents and lingo. I knew what they were talking about, but it was still interesting and quite amusing to actually hear them speak and use English dialect.

Two lightened up after awhile, but only after we had been driving for about an hour. One stopped the Escalade in a dark alley in one of the dirty sides of the city.

"Maybe Smith won't find us here." One said.

"Wanna bet?" Two said, pointing in front of the car. One and I turned to see Smith coming toward us!

"Where on earth did he come from?!" One's voice rasped in his throat. Quickly he grabbed the key and started the Escalade again, grabbed the wheel and hit the accelerator, jolting the car forward and ramming Smith. Smith tumbled over the hood and fell to the pavement.

"Whatever we do, we can't let him grab onto us. He may decide to turn us all into clones of himself." One shouted over the roar of the car.

We drove fast through alleyways and streets for what seemed like hours, until something hit me.

"One, stop the car!" I shouted. One looked at me, puzzled.

"Why?" he asked.

"Just do it!"

One slammed on the brakes. As soon as the car stopped, I jumped out and knelt on the pavement. The Twins followed my lead, and walked up beside me.

"Ah hah!" I said, after a few minutes of rummaging my hand around under the car. It was just as I had thought. I loosened and dragged out a small tracking device that had been attached to the bottom of the Twins' Escalade.

"No wonder Smith found us so quickly. He had been following us." One took the device out of my hand.

"He must have attached that last night." Two exclaimed.

"Well he won't be following us anymore!" One threw the device down on the road and gave it a sharp blow with the heel of his boot.

"Now what?" Two asked.

"I say we make like a banana and split before Smith starts looking for us again." Said I, before making my way up into the Escalade again.