Power in Death: Book 1 of The Destiny in Death Series

The Twins

I sit there in shock feeling the lush grass between my finger but then I start to gip, I lean forward as soil uproots itself from inside my stomach. God am I going to even shit it out? I hope not. When it eases up a little bit several minutes later I lift my head and I see two sets of boot cladded feet in front of me. I lift my head up more weekly (not moved in ages so I'm a little bit stiff!) and see the most sexy men stood in front of me. Black hair shorn on the sides, pierced eyebrows and lips, tattoos covering their bare chests and arms. Yummy chests, might I add but they both have  ferocious scowls sitting on their faces. Uh-oh. They're identical to each other and looking equally pissed off at me being there in front of them. Their eyes assess me, briefly stopping on my splintered bloody hands and arms. 

"The fuck are you?" They say in union looking into my eyes. Fight or flight takes over and I turn and try to stand but I end up face planting the ground in the other direction to them. I try to get up on shaky arms and legs but it's no use I can't help myself up. Each one of my arms is taken by a twin and I try to scream, I really do but only a whispered screech comes out. They drag me along, my feet staying behind me trailing on the ground. I tilt my head up to look at their anger-stricken faces. Shit, what do I do? I've gone from one shitty situation to the next, potentially worse shitty situation. Did they save me to help me or kill me? 

The twin on my left turns to look at me, "Seriously who are you? We've been able to fucking sense you for months. Took months to find you too at that" I'm so confused I don't even attempt to talk through my shattered throat. "Answer him." The twin on the right says scowling down at me. I start to say 'I don't know what you mean' but I just a screech - like fingers running down a chalk board. They both wince and look at each other in silent communication over the top of my head.

It's broad daylight but typically no one is here to see me being dragged away by these scary blokes. I look around and see the big gate ahead, metal words arched above them. Looks like I ended up in Grenoside Cemetry. I turn my head slightly and I can see the headstone of where I was but I can't read the message inscribed there from this distance with my recently adjusting eyes. I need to see what message I was left with from my family but I can't escape. 

The twins continue dragging me but in silence instead, they don't speak to me at all. We walk out the Cemetry and they stop at a sleek black Rolls Royce, they must be well off to own such a car. Left twin opens the door and the twin on the right deposits my top half in, legs still hanging out of the passenger doors. I try and ignore the sparks of heat as he touches my calves to push them into the car but then his eyes find mine and the sparks amp up until he breaks eye contact and spins away, slamming the door in the process. I know I went a bit insane but don't fucking dare get attracted to your saviors who are seeming more and more like psycho kidnappers. Grave kindpappers? Eh, I don't know the best name tag for these guys.

God I'm such a freak sometimes.

We drive for forever! The twin in the back starts to speak, I twist my head and see a phone in his hand. "We're ready to come back." That's all he says before hanging up. I'd talk, ask questions etc but whenever I try to only little whimpers or screeches come out, even a growl pops out of my throat and both twins turn to look at me with matching confused expressions. 

When the car stops a jolt of fear spreads through my chest. If I was still normal I'd probably be hyperventilating. I can only twist my head due to my weak limbs and it makes me feel so powerless right now. The twins climb out and open my door, the closest one loops and arm underneath my legs and one around my back and pulls me to his bare chest. Why do they have bare chests? Theres got to be a reason as it's not exactly warm, I'd ask if I could. I shudder as pins of fear and lust spike at me. Not going to lie though, this is much better than being dragged by the arms with my feet trailing behind me. I just wish I didn't react to the twins touch in a good way. 

I finally look around me after obsessing over the twins and my proximity to the one holding me. Airport... I'm at a fucking airport, oh god, oh god. I'd shit myself if I wasn't afraid of the soil potentially coming out but maybe it'd be so gross and they'd run away? Oh god stop talking bullshit. I think I chastised myself today more than my dad ever did. Shit get back on track, where are they taking me? I tremble as he walks with me in his arms, the other twin walking next to us travelling straight to a large jet. A large greying older man in a suite greets the twins with a head incline. We go up the stairs and enter a jet built for ultimate luxury. Furnished with dark oaks, maroon seats, a large bar and dim lights. I'd call it cosy if I wasn't in this situation. It looks terrifying from my current perspective just simply because this jet is going to take me far away from my old life. 

The twin I'm clinging to for dear life plops me gently onto a maroon sofa and fastens me in, his fingers trailing across my abdomen as he buckles it. The other twin meanwhile produces a glass of water with ice cubes bobbing about in it. He hold it out to me and I weakly reach up for it but as I take the glass it's too heavy for my feeble arms to hold. Pathetic I know? So instead the twin who passed me the glass snags it from my wavering grip and lifts it to my mouth. I look into his eyes and the liquid bliss slips down my throat. His emerald stare is intense but it seems softer compared to before but it's entirely possible I'm looking into that too much.

The other twin who was fastening me in goes to the bar and produces he drag which he dames. He fishes around in the draw for a bit and I see a metal glint catch my eyes. I freeze looking between the twins. The one who was giving me water steps back as the other approaches. I try to look what is in his hands and realise he's holding onto tweezers. Oh, I instantly calm know what his aim is. He kneels in front of me and takes me arms. He carefully pulls out each splinter, he even winces at the bigger ones. I'd tell him it doesn't hurt to ease his wince if I could. Once he's removed everything he gently washes off the majority of the blood. "This will do." He simply says. 

My throat feels  a lot more soothed but I still can't talk, for however long I was down in that hole I swallowed mud, screamed and everything. I'd be surprised if I can ever talk again. My eyes fill at the thought but I quickly dismiss it and look at the twins in front of me who are staring intently from their double maroon sofa they have sat at. I want to run but the door gets closed by the man who greeted us and my limbs are still useless. At most I can somewhat move my arms. I also have major pins and needles which surprises me when I can't even feel pain anymore, it must be an exception. 

The twins now have an amber liquid swirling in a glass, I assume whiskey of some form. The one on the left reaches into his pocket and fishes out his phone, playing with it for a second before he stands, bends down and lays it in my lap. I stare slightly confused until my eyes flash to the phone. It looks like a generic notes app.

"Who are you" they once again ask in sink. My shaking fingers type 'Alexandrea, Alex for short.' They nod when they see this. "What are you?" The twin on the right says this time. I type, 'a person?' They are confusing the fuck out of me. Tears leek down my face that I try to conceal by tilting my head down, they splash on the left twins' phone. I want to go back to Sheffield and be with my family, I want all of this to be over and be a wacked up dream. Fingers curl under my chin and tilt it up so I'm looking at the twins while fat tears escape my eyes. The both stand in front of me like a wall, they stare into my eyes intensely but sadness swirls in their own eyes too.

They watch me until the tears slow, they're hands still under my chin, when my tears finally stop, they releases me and I take in a deep breath, which is fruitless but still calming! I don't need to breath but habits, right? 

They continue their questions "Why were you buried" the one on the right asks. The plain kicks up then but the twins remain rooted to the spot even during takeoff, I swipe the phone onto aero plane mode (because safety first) before I type, 'I was murdered and I woke up there.. I think I have been down that hole for a long time.' The twins read this and scowl. The one on the right turns to face his left twin. "Let's leave this a bit until her throat recovers, doesn't seem like she knows much" He says glancing my way. The left twin starts to swipe the phone but I start typing 'where are you taking me?' "Home." They say in union. Well that fucking clears everything up. They swipe the phone and take my ability to communicate with it so I sit their nervously but after an hour my eyes start to droop. Sleep takes me eventually whilst listening to the twin's whisper across from me.