So here it is... A new chapter of The Start of Train as promised. Haha. Actually, not everything went according to plan. I was reviewing the past few days before I last uploaded for an examination that would determine the subjects I could take this September for the Sixth Form or something or A-levels. I don't really get how that works. I'm just reviewing my butt off on Chemistry, Biology and Maths without any understanding whatever. Haha. So I was reviewing – or revising, whichever – on the Unit 1 of Bio and Chem, and I finished. So there I was, triumphantly going to start on my Maths when the practice papers were given to me and boom! I was supposed to review the Unit 2 on all the subjects given to me. And now I have approximately three weeks till my exam date. Wish me luck, guys! I need it. XD

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Chapter 4

'Victor' – born as Jonathan, only a minute before his twin sister, Victoria – glared at the half-full luggage on the floor. "What the heck are you doing now?" he demanded, kicking the bag harshly with one foot. It was five minutes till midnight and he was in no mood to deal with his drama-case of a sister. He looked at the many decapitated security cameras and listening devices that her dear, darling sister scoured in her room, now lying pitifully on her bed. Well, of course. Before packing all your stuff for a suicidal mission, kill all the security cam first.

They had at least ten minutes – tops – to talk before the guards get suspicious.

"Whatever it is, it's none of your business," Victoria replied, cramming another set of shirts on top of carefully disguised weapons. She blew out a stray strand of unevenly-cropped, midnight-black hair in exasperation. She hastily tied her locks in a messy bun on top of her head before cramming an odd-looking, antique jewelry box into her navy blue luggage.

"I'm your older brother which makes everything you do my business," Jonathan reminded her, as his eyes followed his little sister's wandering about in the room. He crossed his arms over his chest authoritatively, willing Victoria to trip with his eyes.

Victoria glared incredulously at him. "That's not what you said when I asked for a ride the other day," she replied, using the same tone as his. Jonathan merely frowned at her, clearly unimpressed with her comeback. Victoria heaved a heavy sigh of edginess, avoiding his brother's eyes. "Look, Nate. It's complicated, okay? I just –"

"Does this have something to do with your unrequited love for Alex?" Jonathan interrupted, narrowing his eyes to slits. Because if it was, he will march over to that dunghole's room and give him a piece of his mind just to end this whole fiasco. "Did he turn you down or something?"

Victoria balled her hands into fists, keeping them close to her waist to keep any of them from making contact with Jonathan's jaw. Snippets of her conversation with that... that guy flashed into her overactive mind. She immediately shot her brother a withering look. "What did I ever do that made me your sister, much less your twin?" she asked sadly, keeping her breathing in shallow, even spaces. She kneeled down beside her luggage, brashly zipping the entire thing. She only managed to zip it half of the way before it got stuck.

Jonathan made a face at her rebuttal and then, quickly wiped it off. "What happened, Vic?" he asked, sounding serious all of a sudden. Because he knows, something has happened. She's acting weird. Weirder than usual, at least. Although, the jewelry box pretty much said it all. That one box that started everything and led his deranged little sister to actually think of this plan for the last few days.

The stupid zipper wouldn't budge and that was not helping her mood at all. She quickly muttered a string of profanities. "I just want to go home, Nate. Have to get out of here, even just for a –"

"There's no home to go back to, Vic," Jonathan replied, irritated (that she clearly takes him for an idiot if she's expecting him to swallow that) and guarded (because she never wanted to go back to their hometown) at the same time. "I wouldn't call a crumbling orphanage a home, much less a house," he continued, using the exact same line she used to say to him when he asks her if she remembers a particular incident that happened in the orphanage.

She gave the zipper another helpless tug, sensing that Jonathan knows more than what he lets on. "You know what I mean," she said, not bothering to look back at her brother. "I just need answers."

"And bibbity-bobiddy-boo," Jonathan continued sarcastically with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "Let me call Sherlock Holmes for you. I believe he's still on my speed dial."He leaned on the doorframe and studied her closely, his lips pursed in thought. He can't pretend to know what Victoria is about to do, but he can guess. This isn't the first time that she was about to do something stupid and he tried to stop her. There were countless of times and not once did she listen to him. He knows that this time, she wouldn't, either. The contents of the jewelry box are pictures of their childhood. Her, him... and Alex. "This is suicidal," he stated, simply pointing out a fact that she should know. "Once the Council finds out, they won't be so kind with the consequences."

"They won't be able to catch me," she said matter-of-factly, giving the bloody zipper two more pulls before letting it go. "I'll make sure they won't." She said it with much conviction that it was a bit hard not to believe her.

But, her twin was no idiot. Her brother's eyes widened at the revelation. "So, you're not going back?" he asked in amazement.

Victoria let out a hard chuckle. "There's no going back once you leave, now is there?" she said scornfully, giving him a roll of her eyes.

Jonathan held up a hand as if to pause everything because it was happening way too fast. "So, you're planning to get killed, either by the hands of the Council or under the Cahills?" he snapped, sneaking a quick look on the empty corridor. "This is stupid, Vic. Even for you. This is something even I wouldn't do."

Victoria righted her luggage, her right hand gripping the handle. "Let's just let the chips fall where they may, 'kay?" She gave him a reassuring grin, no trace of fear or anxiety in her face. There was only burning determination and scorching purpose in her eyes as she looked at her brother.

Jonathan grabbed her arm, spinning her around when she held the doorknob and tentatively opened the door. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tie you up and lock you in your closet," he said in a low voice, his face completely wiped off any expression. He looked neither angry nor joking; he was just looking at her, emotionless.

"Because you believe in what I'm about to do, Jonathan Mitrofanov," she answered in Russian, returning the calm look her brother was giving her. "I know you do."

They looked at each other for a long time, seeing the cruel past that brought them here. Jonathan released her arm slowly. "Try not to get yourself killed. St. Petersburg is too far if you ever called for my help," he told her (responding in Russian), seeing the little four-year-old girl that fell down the swing so many times he stopped counting when the injuries reached ten. The little six-year-old girl who cried in the plaza during a field trip when a passing couple ignored her and she thought they were their Mommy and Daddy, leaving them again. The little girl who –

Victoria grinned. "Da," she said flippantly with a dismissive wave of her hand and a cocky toss of her head. "Might as well bring you something if I see you again."

Jonathan pretended not to hear her saying if. "When that happens, makes sure it's a sports car. Or else I'll disown you." He wavered before returning her nonchalant grin. This could be the last time he sees her and the last thing they talk about is getting him a present. He can't believe that he's actually letting her do this.

Victoria rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Whatever." She opened the door, checked the corridor and walked away.

"Watching your back, sis," Jonathan quietly called out to her retreating figure, still speaking in Russian. It's the least he could do. He would never have the guts to do what his sister is doing. Or at least, what he thinks his baby sister will be doing.

Almost imperceptibly, the raven-haired girl nodded in appreciation.

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"Formed long ago, yet made today, employed while others sleep. What few would like to give away nor any wish to keep," Sinead murmured sleepily, her eyes drooping for the nth time. She briskly rubbed her face with her palms, a mannerism she got from that burly teenager in the next room. It was still early, but staring at the screen for a long time really does have its advantages. "What does this mean? It's too long for an anagram, too short for deciphering using his codes, just perfect for a riddle." She glared at the laptop in front of her.

"What'cha doin'?" Dan said, popping suddenly from behind her. Sinead jumped a whole couple of centimetres off her seat. She could practically feel every inch of her body pumping with adrenaline. Her heart thundered painfully against her chest.

"Dan..." she said slowly, closing her eyes and not daring to turn around to look at him. She held on to the arms of her chair with the deadliest grip she could muster. She tried to make her breathing a little bit more even.

"Yeah?"

"You know how Amy's your sister, and how she's my best friend?"

"Uh-huh..."

Sinead opened her sharp, green eyes and glowered at him with the best impersonation of a serial killer. She turned her chair around so that she's facing him entirely. "How do you think will she feel if she found out I buried her baby brother deep in the Himalayas?" she asked through gritted teeth.

Jade-green eyes widened. Dan took a step back and pretended to think about it. "Not a good idea," he informed her, offering her a sympathetic face. He pulled in a sharp breath. "Ya know, I think you're spending too much time with Ham, and you're getting all," Dan made a cuckoo sign near his head, twirling his finger and pointing it at her. "And brutal. Crazy and brutal."

Sinead frowned at him.

Dan waved a hand dismissively. "Fine, fine. Before you start defending your 'knight' or whatever it is you call him now," he gagged and deliberately made a show of making disgusted faces.

"How 'bout immature, stupid, spineless, coward..." Sinead paused and placed a thoughtful finger on the side of her chin, "or suicidal. I think I'm going for suicidal today."

Dan sat down on the bean bag located conveniently on the corner of the room. "Between the two of us, I think my sister is a bad influence on you," he confided, shooting her an understanding look. He sighed heavily. "I mean, you of all people! I'd expect this from Natalie, but for Sinead Starling to fa-"

"I'm going to punch you if you continue that sentence," Sinead cut him off harshly, ignoring the sudden blush on her cheeks. She chucked a flash drive at him which Dan smoothly caught while laughing his head off. "Why don't you go back to whatever cave you came from, Dan? Just anywhere miles away from me?"

"Nah. I think I'll stay," he stated, earning a heartfelt groan from the auburn-haired girl. "So what'cha doin'?" He craned his neck to peek at the screen even though he knew it was futile since he was a couple of feet away.

"Well, for starters, ignoring you," Sinead said, turning her back to him and setting her mind to what she needs to do.

"You're not doing a pretty good job at it," Dan mocked in a sing-song voice.

Sinead gritted her teeth, pressing her fingers against her temples.

"Why don't you Google it?"

Sinead turned sharply at him, her eyes narrowed to slits. "Why don't I what?" she asked acerbically as if she was daring him to say it again.

Dan, being the tactful person he is, repeated what he just said. "I said, why don't you Google it? Ya know, Google? Wikipedia?"

Sinead scoffed and crossed her arms across her chest haughtily. "I don't need any search engine to know an answer, Daniel Arthur Cahill. I think. Only someone like you would do that," she declared, frowning at him.

"Yeah. 'Cause I want things the easy way," Dan said sarcastically. He looked at her weirdly. "What's so bad with that? Look," he pushed her away from the laptop and copied the sentence Sinead has been working on for the past thirty-or-so minutes. He pasted it on the search engine and with a smug look in Sinead's direction, he pressed Enter.

About 81 million results came and Dan randomly clicked on the second one. He read the contents silently, skimmed through the whole page and laughed.

Sinead grew curious despite the fact that she's fuming mad and she desperately wanted to get her hands around Dan's neck. "What?" she asked, peering on the screen.

"S-So... si-simple," Dan spluttered in between guffaws. He used the cursor to point out the answer, his hand shaking from his laughter.

Sinead's eyes widened and by a miracle, she felt the need to do it for the first time.

She slammed her face on the desk.

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I am now having a strange fondness for SineadXDan friendship. Haha.

Things are starting to unfold now; even more so in the next chapters. So stay tuned!

Watching football right now: ENG v SWE and I kept on getting distracted by the entire thing that I can't finish typing. SWE just scored. Oooh... Reminds me so much of Quidditch. Haha. Gah! See, distracted.

I should just end this. Okay, to wrap things up!

QUESTION of the DAY:

To those people who have been reading The Start of Train and are now reading The Start of Pain, please say 'aye'. Send me a PM or a Review or whatever you want. Or a tweet! Yeah! Just search AngelicSpring and stuff, stuff. 'Kay? And what do you think about this whole thing so far? Am I starting to bore you guys?

SWE just scored again. 2 – 1. I wonder who would win? Shout-out to those in Sweden and England! Good luck!

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I'm loving football – soccer, whichever. XD