Riding Thunder

[Mykolas Jye Gemino]

Singing was forbidden, for probably no reason at all. But the rain was too quiet for him, and the buildings towering over him weren’t any more helpful in providing him company, other than his twin brother nearby. It wasn’t all that fun when one couldn’t go swimming simply because of the weather. He cast a quick glare up at the sky as if to scold the clouds, before turning his head to glance ahead at his living reflection. They needed to find shelter, and fast. They weren’t too far from their usual hideout with Colt and the rest of the gang, but thunder was already rumbling through the concrete below his feet, and for a split second a flash of lightning had illuminated the entire street pure white before it faded back into normal. “Let’s find a place, and now.” He said to the other.

[Crisdean Kit Gemino]

As his brother sung, Kit began to whistle a tune, which naturally matched the words. It was eerily quiet as they passed endless corn fields. The youngest twin was growing tired of the consistent scenery and wished for a more pleasant change. The long road ahead added to the bleak atmosphere. His gaze focused upon the sleek pavement in an attempt to view the world from an upside down perspective. Although with the wind blowing rain in their direction, it was difficult to see at all. Cris jumped when he heard the crackling thunder and stopped when he felt the vibrations underneath his feet.

"Let's find a place, and now."

He nodded then quickly scanned the area. "Over there!" the boy said pointing to the abandoned house. It looked creepy, but there was no time to contemplate the decision. Cris waved his hand in his direction and ran towards their new shelter. Once he made it through the door, he panted as his blue eyes trailed into the living room.

[Mykolas Jye Gemino]

He smirked when his brother had started whistling. He wasn’t very fond of any whistling at all, but only when it was mostly by itself. He was there to sing along, though, and soon enough the melody would come out nicely, and almost, he could imagine them immediately striking out into a musical. He stifled a giggle just as the other pointed to an old house down the road. It was clearly abandoned, the way it had looked, but it wasn’t frightening enough for him not to go in already.

The first room they had arrived into was the living room. Drenched in soaked clothes, Mykolas proceeded to remove his shirt and wringed it as dry as he could over an old couch that had plenty of holes and yucky cockroaches squirming away from the growing puddle. He turned around as he placed the shirt over his shoulder, glancing at his twin before letting his eyes take in the surroundings. “It’s kind of comfy. Really old, creepy. But comfy. And dry.” He looked back at the couch and shrugged amusedly, “Sort of. Wonder if there’s anyone here at all.”

[Crisdean Kit Gemino]

Crisdean watched his twin wring his shirt dry, but caught sight of the cockroaches scurrying away. The boy grimaced as he tried to keep his distance between anything that could fall or climb on him. He removed his own shirt because he was starting to feel uncomfortable with the article of clothing clinging against his skin. Kit wrung the water out before placing it around his neck. The straps to his overalls hung at the sides of his legs. "Kind of comfy? Yeah sure, if you like sharing it with other creepy crawlies." he joked. Part of him hoped that they wouldn't run into spiders or snakes, but it was an old house after all and nature seemed to be reclaiming its territory.

The younger twin smirked at his brother, "One way to find out.." he replied. Cris tilted his head toward the staircase as he made his way over it. The kid wondered the same thing because it looked as if the last inhabitants left in hurry and time froze inside the house. Before he continued up the second set of steps, his eyes trailed toward the old photographs on the grungy wall. Some of the people looked as if they had never seen a camera before, but his attention was soon disturbed when he heard a door slam. "Nice try Myk, but I'm not going to fall for that prank." The boy confusingly turned around, noticing his brother wasn't far behind.

[Mykolas Jye Gemino]

He wasn’t very fond of the cockroaches, either, but could sense his twin’s emotion towards the bugs. He smirked to himself before turning around with a raised eyebrow, watching as his younger brother wrung his own shirt. They were both wearing overalls, and of course, like the other, his own straps were hanging at his side. He rolled his eyes at his twin’s comment about sharing the house with these blasted bugs. He noticed the smirk and only smirked back. He glanced around the building casually, examining parts here and there.

He was about to mention that they should get out of their wet clothes when a loud slamming noise, obviously caused by a door, had echoed in the house. He was standing only a foot away from the other, so he would know if his brother had done it. “It wasn’t me,” he said to the other now that they were facing each other. “Um, maybe someone else’s in here with us.” He glanced down the corridor and saw a second set of stairs in the far corner. “Maybe upstairs on the next floor.” He would’ve gulped, but he was usually the braver twin. At least he would like to think he was.

[Crisdean Kit Gemino]

The side of his lip tugged at his brother's response then shrugged at his guess. "Hello?" he yelled down the corridor. Instead of hearing another voice, the wind blasted through the shutters as the current washed over them like a wave. Cris could feel his heart racing with a chill running down his spine. "Does that answer your question?" he said trying to keep his imagination at bay. The house was clearly a dangerous place for anyone seek refuge in, so he carefully, yet casually walked over to the end of the hall to shut the window.

Every fiber of his being was telling him to not to leave his twin's side, but he had to show the other that there was nothing to fear. Heh, yeah right. Thunder roared through the area and he high tailed it in the other direction. Out of nowhere, a toy train made the boy trip, falling back wards as he groaned in pain. His eyes trailed toward the ceiling as the sound of boots pacing above them started to creep him out. The poor kid was frozen in panic as the possibility of them not being alone was very high.

[Mykolas Jye Gemino]

He almost jumped out of his skin when the shutters suddenly forced themselves open, as if someone pounded on them. But he heard and felt the wind blowing, so thought logically otherwise in the end. “I wasn’t asking a question,” he said as he watched his twin advance to the window, “I was simply making a statement out of my own theory. A question is something like this, ‘What the freak are you doing’? I mean, honestly, stay away from that window.” He rolled his eyes, but turned on his heel and stole a peek into a nearby bedroom. At first, he thought he saw someone laying on the bed, but as he came closer to the doorway, there was nothing there. He raised an eyebrow, and shrugged to himself before entering the room.

He mumbled under his breath his brother’s silly fear. After all, the wind was logical since it was stormy outside, and a storm had strong winds. A powerful gust would’ve knocked the house down, but he hoped that wouldn’t happen while they were in it themselves. He was walking casually across the room, just glancing back and forth, until he approached a dresser. Looking at the antiques resting on the surface, he didn’t notice the mirror until he saw movement of his own reflection in it, and jumped barely a foot in the air when he did. He chuckled slightly when he saw himself grinning back at him, and sighed out of relief. “Maybe we can sleep in here,” he said while turning around and looking at the large bed. “But we need a way to dry our clothes.” A moment of silence followed, and he started to worry. He would then hear footsteps upstairs, and rolled his eyes. “Good grief, Kit, if you weren’t on a leash you would be all over the world!” He called upstairs.

[Crisdean Kit Gemino]

Crisdean sighed at his twin for trying to correct him. "A statement in which it needed an answer, so technically it was a question.. just not in the usual case." He was starting to get a bit irritated by his brother's nit pickiness for conversational detail. "What? I can't hear you." his tone hinting humor as Jye continued. He shook his head before joining the rails to the window. It wasn't just the thunder that scared the living daylights out of him, but he could've sworn that he saw an old woman's face in the reflection. By the time the boy tripped, his twin was already gone.

The fear of lightning wasn't completely ridiculous because a person could still get struck by it even when they were in a building. That's why it's advised to stay away from doors and windows. This was an old house, in the middle of nowhere, so for all they knew - it could blast it to pieces or cause a fire. All of which he didn't want to happen. Kit's vision was beginning to come into focus again as everything stopped spinning. He tried to speak, but failed to respond to his older brother. Spend the night? No way. he thought. The younger twin would rather sleep in the dog house.

Cris remained on his back as he listened to the creaking floor boards above them. Myk's voice released him from his panic and he quickly shot up before rising to his feet. He managed to find his brother as he leaned against the doorway. "Good grief, Jye, I almost knocked myself out, and all you're concerned about is a little noise." he mockingly replied. Kit blinked as he waited for his brother's reaction when he put two and two together.

[Mykolas Jye Gemino]

Although he could’ve swore that he heard these footsteps coming from upstairs, he was looking across the room, eyeing his younger twin brother right there in the doorway. A moment of blinking followed, and hesitantly, he picked up something that was much like a candle holder, light but practically indestructible. He tossed it up in the air and caught it gently like a baseball, and then with his good pitching arm, threw it at a rapid pace aiming directly for the middle of his twin’s chest. After all, the boy wasn’t sure if Kit was really there or not, and even then he wasn’t sure if he was just seeing his own reflection. So, if his brother was really there, he would most likely react in a certain way that would’ve confirmed his actual existence. After all, Jye knew his brother well enough to know that when spooked enough the poor younger twin would zoom from one place to another in a matter of seconds, or rather, milliseconds.

[Crisdean Kit Gemino]

So apparently two and two did not add up when his brother suspiciously stared at Kit. His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed Jye gradually reach for something. "Don't you dare..." The boy swayed away from the door frame, trying to grab the fireplace rod, which was placed by the adjacent wall. Before he could counteract the attack, the impact of the blow had knocked him into the hallway. The object that was once in his grasp had clinked against the ground. He grimaced, while clutching his chest. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" he yelled as he caught his breath.

The younger twin was angered by his brother's reckless, backwards, logical behavior. Did something happen while he was gone? If so, what had gotten him so doubtful of his own senses? Those questions floated around in his mind as Cris fought through the pain long enough to attempt to stand. The kid ended up hunched over with his palms rested against his knees. He glared at Myk, clearly upset that his brother tried to hurt him even if he wasn't in his right mind.

[Mykolas Jye Gemino]

When he saw that his brother got hurt, he only shrugged as a way to apologize. But then he stated calmly, “Should’ve dodged it.” He was being cool and all, not wanting to look like he was worried sick about his brother or even this place. He was in the mood to hang up his clothes and let them dry and to at least stay in this warm place. Well, it was mildly warm but it was far better than the cold rain outside, and it was dry. Nothing was happening, at least, nor did he worry so much about the footsteps. In fact, he tried to put all that in the back of his mind as he started to take off his overalls, letting them fall to the floor and then heading for a small couch laying in the middle of the room. He turned it upright, where a little baby mouse came out squeaking angrily before disappearing into a little mouse hole in the wall. Jye picked up the scattered cushions, flopped them around to try and get rid of most of the dust and then set the cushions in place. “Take your overalls off and hang them somewhere,” he said to the other as he picked up his own and looked around, eventually finding a long rope he could use. He set up the rope as a clothesline across the room and then draped his clothes over them. “We’re staying here, Kit, whether it’s haunted or not!” He said with a smirk.

[Crisdean Kit Gemino]

"Sh-sh-should've dodged it?!" his eye twitched with anger. Kit wanted to tackle his brother and give him a good right hook in the nose for that stunt. The whole thing was like some messed up dream that he was waiting to wake up from. He tried to straighten his posture as he placed his hands upon his waist, yet it didn't quite work because he looked like a wilted plant. "Next time you plan to loose your sanity, do us both a favor and slap yourself before you go attacking those hallucinations." he joked. The boy just shook his head as he watched his brother hang his overalls. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed when Jye mentioned that they were staying. Cris shut his mouth, wide-eyed, when silence reigned again.

[Mykolas Jye Gemino]

He didn’t like where he hung the wet overalls at first, so moved them somewhere else, whether it was over a line or a couch. There were plenty of old furniture in the room, and it didn’t seem like anyone would mind as everything had been covered in dust for centuries. He sneezed without warning, and muttered to himself under his breath. As his twin talked, he glared at his living reflection but then only rolled his eyes in the end. The boy wasn’t trying to laugh or to pity his brother. He admitted he could make mistakes for no absolute reason, but then again the younger twin was much more annoying than he was careless. But still, he loved Kit. He couldn’t dream of a life without him. Just then, the other started to scream, almost like a girl. He blinked, raised an eyebrow, and then asked calmly, “Was that it?”