The Runaways

Chapter Twenty-Six - The Twins

"We're taking a break." Warren demanded.

"What do you mean take a break we're almost there!" Remington argued. Turning around to face Warren. While walking over to Remington's "friends" place we had entered another forestry area with large oak trees surrounding us.

"Corban needs a break." Warren retaliated.

"Clevelands been carrying him this whole time! How can he possibly need a break?" Remington retorted.

"Cleveland needs a break too smart ass!"

"Oh I'm sorry I just wanted to get into safety as quick as possible because I don't know about you but I'm not too satisfied with the idea of being so close to so many Syndicates."

"Oh I see now you care! Now that you're the one who's ready to go when it get inconvenient for you then it's an issue. Okay yeah I see now, so you need to be waken up in the morning, and you, a full grown adult, argue with me because you don't wanna wake up when we were in much more danger then than we are now but now when someone with a concussion and a slash going down all the way across his back needs to sit down and breathe for a good fifteen minutes THEN you have an issue. THEN your worried about danger." Warren exclaimed, "Ladies and Gentlemen can we get a round of applause for Remington over here for being such a great leader."

"You think your so smart don't you." Remington sneered, "You think just because you know how to cut cancer out of peoples heads your the smartest one here. Well guess what buddy book smarts won't do you any good out here."

"Right right, because my doctorate and four PhD's aren't valid proof of my intelligence than maybe perhaps the fact I have a one-fifty-five IQ and I'm literally a certified genius and if I wanted to I could literally join Mensa a society that literally used to only let people who scored in the ninety-eight percentile join. So I don't know maybe, maybe i just might be a little smarter than you think."

"Well sucks that there's no way to prove any of that huh?" Remington snapped back.

"Oh my God you two are like two old ladies!" Blake exclaimed in annoyance. Blake had stayed very quiet since we escaped, she seemed to prefer to keep to herself.

"Yes Blake is right, if we keep arguing with each other it won't get us anywhere." Warren said.

"Don't agree with her you kiss-ass!" Remington snapped.

"Then what would you like me to do Remington?! Since you apparently know everything!" Warren exclaimed.

"Oh my God just drop it! Now I see why you guys got captured by the fucking huntress!" Blake said in frustration.

"Guys the more you argue the more you make my head hurt even more than it already does." Corban said from where he was laying on the grass on his stomach.

"So who is this guy you're friends with anyways?" I asked Remington to avoid him snapping back at Warren.

"Oh it's not just one there's two of them running the gang, they're identical twins actually. They both always seem like they're in a pissy mood all the time but their nice guys." Remington explained.

"I've never heard of a gang ran by a pair of twins before!" Reece exclaimed, "Do you think they can read each other's minds or something?!"

"No they cannot. I asked them that once and they told me I was retarted so don't ask them stupid questions like that unless you wanna get your feelings hurt." Remingtons said.

"WHO'S THERE!" A young mans voice demanded.

Me and Remington turned around and watched as a man around my age walked out from the trees holding a spear towards us, he had tan skin and dark brown hair he slowly approached us as more people wearing similar clothes began to appear from out of the brush as well.