Saving Isaac Ronan

Chapter Three

Archer looked around the closet. Victoria was never one of those girls who would go crazy for colourful clothes or fancy shoes- or anything that would be perfectly normal for teenage girls to go mental for, which explained why her massive walk-in closet was mostly filled with dark-coloured clothes, mostly black. Rows upon rows of Pyrex's hoodies and tops, black skinny jeans, varsity jackets- most of them were double her size. He sat down on the white sofa in the middle of the massive closet, watching Zephyr go through her clothes like he was doing his own personal shopping.

"What did you do to that dress I bought you?" Zephyr asked, taking his top off.

"I gave it to Lilly" Victoria answered from the bathroom that was attached to the closet.

"Like always" muttered Archer, looking at Victoria through the glass door of the bathroom once she pulled the black curtain that was once covering the door.

"When will I ever get to see you in a dress?" Archer sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"You already did" Victoria replied, smirking at Archer before turning her attention to Zephyr who was putting on her oversized Demobaza's knitted pullover.

"You were eleven, that doesn't count" Zephyr replied, looking at the massive mirror attached to the wall at one end of the closet, checking himself out.

"One, you probably will on Zephyr's funeral and two, I was going to wear that, dude, take it off" Victoria said, walking over towards Zephyr.

An overly dramatic gasp was heard and Archer rolled his eyes.

"I didn't know you love me so much that you'd sacrifice your masculinity by wearing a-"

"Oh for the love of Megan Fox's precious boobs, shut the hell up, Zephyr" groaned Archer.

Zephyr ignored his twin brother and started to grin, looking over at Victoria who was trying to catch him, but obviously failing. They looked at each other for a while, like they were both having a silent conversation between the two of them inside their heads, before she pounced on him. She glared jokingly at him when he successfully ran away and started to chase after him again.

Archer chuckled. He remembered the first time he and his brother met Victoria. She was seven years old and she was shivering in fear. The bottom of her hoodie was soaked in blood and she had a gun pointed at him.

He remembered how broken she was in his eyes, -a seven-year old killer. He never thought that right after Zephyr calmed her down, she would be their best friend, spending almost every hour together. He looked over at his twin brother who was trying to tackle Victoria to the ground, but was failing miserably because she was always better than him at fighting. She slapped the back of his head before roughly pulling him into a headlock, making him curse.

Even though they're identical twins, Archer and Zephyr couldn't be anymore different in the sense of behaviour. While Zephyr was always the cheeky one, making stupid jokes out of every possible thing, Archer was the serious one, the one who would look at things logically, the one who always made sure that things were always under control.