The Rare Ones

0: Prologue

A full moon. A cloudless sky. A cool, evening breeze.

Perfect night for the driver to take two little girls back to their home.

  The traffic that had clogged the road for five hours straight had lessened immensely, to the point that the stretch of road in front of them was empty.
  
  The twins talked and giggled in the back seat.

    He looked in the rear view mirror and smiled. Then he frowned suddenly as something caught his eye.

  A black car had come out of nowhere and was tailing them.

  He changed lanes and the car changed lanes. He sped up and it also sped up.

   Before he could do anything else, another car overtook him.

   The car rushed ahead, before turning and stopping, obstructing the way.

The girls shrieked as the driver screeched the car to a halt.
 
They screamed even more when the doors of the car in front of them opened, and gun-carrying men in black ski masks came out.

  A few more stepped out of the car that had been tailing them.

"Get out!" one of the men shouted, hitting the side of their car with his gun.

"Girls, please, let's get down," the driver pleaded.

  The girls stayed put for a few minutes, each waiting for the other to move first.

  Then some of the robbers opened the door and carried them out, sitting them on the deserted road beside the driver.

  "How much money do you have in there?" the supposed leader of the gang asked.

   "N-not m-much," the driver stammered.

   The leader turned to face the car, which some of the robbers were ransacking.

  "Call your parents," the driver whispered to one of the twins.

   She felt in her pockets for the phone she shared with her sister.

   Looking at the turned back of the gang leader, the driver made a nasty and risky decision. One he wouldn't live long enough to regret.

He rose slowly and quietly off the ground and attempted to hit the man.

"Boss! Behind you!" one of the others shouted.

  The leader whisked round and swifty released two bullets from the pistol he carried.

One burst through the side of the driver's head.

The second made a bloody hole in the chest of one of the twins, causing the other to release a gut-wrenching scream.

"Uncle Sam! Tochi!!!" she yelled, crawling over the driver's dead body to her sister.

Tochi's chest rose once and fell.

The other twin placed her index finger near the wounded girl's nose.

She felt a breath and then nothing more.

She went pale as she felt her sister's body lose heat and stiffen.

She kept down, the shock taking her breath away.

No words escaped her lips.

No tears worked down her face.

Her sister, her own twin sister was dead. She might as well be the one sprawled on the road with a hole in her chest.

  She looked round at the robbers.

The couldn't seem to care less and were stealing what they could from the car.

Only one of them looked visible shocked at the deaths he had witnessed; he was coughing and stared at the dead bodies with wide eyes.