Twin Devils

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Twin Devils

 

Chapter Twenty-One

 

(A/N: Hope you readers enjoy this chapter, because it will most likely suck very badly. Anyway, happy reading!)

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            I blinked open my eyes slowly, breath coming out in short pants, and the world around me was just as it had been earlier when I left consciousness. Black.

            Swirling lights caught my attention up above, making my head spin as they flickered and wavered, failing in their contract to provide any good lighting above the scene.

            I was so dizzy, skin slick with sweat, matting my hair down to my scalp and nausea wracked me in sudden waves. I leaned my head back as a sudden rush traveled through me and a gasp forced its way through my lips, accompanied by a disgruntled groan.

            “She’s awake,” A gruff voice warned, barking out at the two others standing by the car.
            Shaking out my head, I tried to raise it and examine what was going on. Above me to the left towered a giant of a man, nothing but beefy arms and thick corded muscles. He sneered down at me, a scar webbing across his cheek and the side of his face, going into his hairline. He had dark eyes, and a shaven head, a bulky nose occupying most of his face. A raggedy old wife beater clung to his torso, his bottom half covered with thick canvas pants and oily black combat boots, scuffed from dirt and struggles. The handle of a gun glinted from his waistline, sparking dangerous imaginations of what was really happening here.

            Behind him were the two accomplices by the car, one tall and covered head to toe in black leather, the other crouched and lanky. The tall one reeked of cologne and hairspray, even from this distance, and an underlying wispy smoke smell, implying he had recent encounters with cigarettes. The shorter one wore a black cloak with a silver swirling skull on it, the hood drawn up so his face was cast in shadows. Tan bandages spiraled up both of his skinny arms, and he wore baggy pants tucked into wooly boots. He was laughing like a madman, almost giddy in his work.

            Both of the men were kicking and punching something to get into the trunk  of their car. I heard a very distinctive voice shouting from the opposing side, and with an appalled feeling, I suddenly knew what their work was. They were busy stuffing Kaoru back into the trunk.

            “Let me out!” Kaoru shouted, thrashing within the interior. “Haruhi! Get away from her! Let me- OW!”

            The smaller man scampered up onto the car, shoving the hood down on Kaoru, laughing as he did so, “Hear that Viper? The little kitty said meow! Hahahah!”

            The taller man, obviously Viper, growled, “Hey, shut up, Dark. He’s still movin’!” He punched Kaoru in the nose, making him fall back a little, the twin’s arm hanging over the side. Viper pulled the hood up and slammed it down repeatedly, over and over on Kaoru’s arm until the ginger released a gurgled scream and the arm gave with a sickening crunch.

            I winced and found myself looking away, not able to view the carnage of the scene. Viper shoved Kaoru deep inside the trunk, slamming it shut, and then turning and leaning on it, crossing his arms across his chest. Grumbling about arrogant children, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a metal lighter, huffing at the nicotine and smoke. It looked like a serpent leaving his lips, the smoke curling wickedly into the sky. The snake himself smirked at me from behind his thick shades, chuckling darkly at his deeds. The animalistic man behind him plopped down and sat crosslegged on the hood, holding his knees and laughing, rolling around slightly. They were quite a pair, the snake and the madman.