Post by thebutlerdidit on Mar 1, 2013 22:52:43 GMT -5
Alexander and Nathaniel walked through the gleaming streets of Caroth. They were tired, the shining ice hurt their eyes, and they were colder than an icicle. They found a bench, sat down and almost cracked their pelvises slipping off the ice. "This was so much easier on Liraa," said Nathaniel. "Like in St. Mystere. Those were the days," Said Alexander. They remembered their days of growing up
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Their house was huge. It had many, many, many rooms. They would play hide and go seek four hours on end. In the Billiard room, the library, the Conservatory, in the Dining Room, in the Kitchen, the Hall. The Drawing Room. Where it started. It was the day that changed their lives forever. Nathaniel was sowing the seeds after he had plowed them, and Alexander had sneaked up on him and threw a bucket of water on him, so Nathaniel threw a handful of seeds in his face. They laughed and ran around playing tag, they knew that their parents would be mad at them for matting down the newly plowed field.
They did their weekly ritual of laying down in the meadow behind the tomato patch, and imagining what the clouds looked like. They were going on and on about seeing pigs and trees and forks. Then a billowing black cloud. "I don't know what that one looks like," said Alexander in his oddly high voice for a child his age of 9. "It kind of looks like a house," said Nathaniel in the same high voice. They looked towards the house and saw the worst sight that they will over see in their lives. Their family home was burning. They hopped up and ran as fast as they could. Their shoes fell off, they just ran faster.
The huge sliding glass door was knocked out, for some reason, they didn't question it. They leaped through the frame and into the Conservatory, the many plants in there were either on fire or engulfed in the thick black smoke. They covered their faces to try to keep the smoke from their mouthes. Nathaniel grabbed two cloths from the metal shelves on the close side, and tied them around their mouthes. Into the hallway, they ran down, until they hit a soft spot in the ground, the wood was falling into the Cellar, creating a huge hole. "What are we going to do?!" Screamed Nathaniel, Alexander thought, they needed to make a form of a bridge. The one thing that he could use was right next to them, the grandfather clock. He knocked it over onto the hole. It spanned it, and they crossed the hole.
They ran down the hall, and they heard a scream. It was the sound of their father, coming from the Library. They slammed their fists on the door, but it wouldn't budge, and then a huge crash was heard. The bookcases had fallen. Those bookcases were huge, if they fell, nobody could survive it to tell the tale. They stared at each other hoping that the scream came from the Study, which faced the back courtyard, and a way out. They ran to the farthest door. Nathaniel felt it, it was burning hot. He looked at his twin. It was the Drawing Room. The could either go in and possibly save their family, and face the posabillity of causing their own death. Or exit through the Kitchen, which wasn't currently attacked by the fire. Alexander stared at Nathaniel, and Nathaniel at Alexander.
The Drawing Room door was opened, and the heat exploded out of the double doors. They whole room was engulfed in flames, but a path was created by the metal sheets that were on the ground used while they renovated the whole room. They carefully walked on the path, and Alexander and Nathaniel screamed parallel, for in front of their eyes lay the dead and burning bodies of their two older brothers Donavon and Sebastian. The ceiling began to bulge downwards, and the chandelier almost touched the eating table.
Nathaniel noticed this and grabbed a nearby vase of water, throwing it on the fire forming by the door. It was extinguished for a short time, so Nathaniel grasped Alexander's forearm, and pulled him into the hallway. Then into the Kitchen. It was on fire now, seeing as how it has been about 4 minutes. They cautiously entered the Kitchen.
Alexander saw that the flames had lit the flour bags under the crystal glasswear. Now Alexander wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he knew from experience what happened when you heated up crystal to extreme temperatures. He screamed, "Get down!" and tackled Nathaniel to the hot ground. The crystal exploded in thousands of tiny pieces like tiny bullets on fire that ricocheted all over the room, hitting cast iron pans and smashing plates stacked by the sink. Nathaniel picked up a cast-iron pan and smashed the stained glass window of the back door, which was always locked. They jumped out of the whole frame, until the gas stove exploded and they were launched forward about 7 feet farther. Their ankles rolled under them and they looked at their home, where they were raised and lived, burn to the ground.
Their faces were smudged by smoke and the tears rolled down their faces formed clean lines down their faces. The fire department tried to put Nathaniel and Alexander in different ambulances, but the second one left the other side, they both started to scream, cry, and flail their hands at their twin, as though to reach for their brother. They would be picked up by the biggest and strongest firemen, but they would scratch, kick, punch, elbow, gouge at their eyes, pull hair, knee their stomachs, and wriggle their way out of their arms and run towards their brother and not break their gaze on each other or leave their side. So the paramedics had to put two 9 year old on one gourney.
The doctors were confused about them. Why would they not be able to be disconnected? They were just brothers, not Siamese Twins. But no, Nathaniel knocked out a male nurse by elbowed him in the temple when he tried to move Nathaniel away from Alexander when he was sleeping. But he woke up and started to scream Bloody Murder, by flailing his arms and screaming for Alexander. While Nathaniel was being carried away, Alexander came up behind the nurse and began to hit him with an IV drip.
Clearly it was that nobody can separate the Hexx twins. Then their grandmother came to take them to live with her, and so they were then raised in the Mob and grew to be hit men. And that is the story of the Hexx twins' past.
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Their house was huge. It had many, many, many rooms. They would play hide and go seek four hours on end. In the Billiard room, the library, the Conservatory, in the Dining Room, in the Kitchen, the Hall. The Drawing Room. Where it started. It was the day that changed their lives forever. Nathaniel was sowing the seeds after he had plowed them, and Alexander had sneaked up on him and threw a bucket of water on him, so Nathaniel threw a handful of seeds in his face. They laughed and ran around playing tag, they knew that their parents would be mad at them for matting down the newly plowed field.
They did their weekly ritual of laying down in the meadow behind the tomato patch, and imagining what the clouds looked like. They were going on and on about seeing pigs and trees and forks. Then a billowing black cloud. "I don't know what that one looks like," said Alexander in his oddly high voice for a child his age of 9. "It kind of looks like a house," said Nathaniel in the same high voice. They looked towards the house and saw the worst sight that they will over see in their lives. Their family home was burning. They hopped up and ran as fast as they could. Their shoes fell off, they just ran faster.
The huge sliding glass door was knocked out, for some reason, they didn't question it. They leaped through the frame and into the Conservatory, the many plants in there were either on fire or engulfed in the thick black smoke. They covered their faces to try to keep the smoke from their mouthes. Nathaniel grabbed two cloths from the metal shelves on the close side, and tied them around their mouthes. Into the hallway, they ran down, until they hit a soft spot in the ground, the wood was falling into the Cellar, creating a huge hole. "What are we going to do?!" Screamed Nathaniel, Alexander thought, they needed to make a form of a bridge. The one thing that he could use was right next to them, the grandfather clock. He knocked it over onto the hole. It spanned it, and they crossed the hole.
They ran down the hall, and they heard a scream. It was the sound of their father, coming from the Library. They slammed their fists on the door, but it wouldn't budge, and then a huge crash was heard. The bookcases had fallen. Those bookcases were huge, if they fell, nobody could survive it to tell the tale. They stared at each other hoping that the scream came from the Study, which faced the back courtyard, and a way out. They ran to the farthest door. Nathaniel felt it, it was burning hot. He looked at his twin. It was the Drawing Room. The could either go in and possibly save their family, and face the posabillity of causing their own death. Or exit through the Kitchen, which wasn't currently attacked by the fire. Alexander stared at Nathaniel, and Nathaniel at Alexander.
The Drawing Room door was opened, and the heat exploded out of the double doors. They whole room was engulfed in flames, but a path was created by the metal sheets that were on the ground used while they renovated the whole room. They carefully walked on the path, and Alexander and Nathaniel screamed parallel, for in front of their eyes lay the dead and burning bodies of their two older brothers Donavon and Sebastian. The ceiling began to bulge downwards, and the chandelier almost touched the eating table.
Nathaniel noticed this and grabbed a nearby vase of water, throwing it on the fire forming by the door. It was extinguished for a short time, so Nathaniel grasped Alexander's forearm, and pulled him into the hallway. Then into the Kitchen. It was on fire now, seeing as how it has been about 4 minutes. They cautiously entered the Kitchen.
Alexander saw that the flames had lit the flour bags under the crystal glasswear. Now Alexander wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he knew from experience what happened when you heated up crystal to extreme temperatures. He screamed, "Get down!" and tackled Nathaniel to the hot ground. The crystal exploded in thousands of tiny pieces like tiny bullets on fire that ricocheted all over the room, hitting cast iron pans and smashing plates stacked by the sink. Nathaniel picked up a cast-iron pan and smashed the stained glass window of the back door, which was always locked. They jumped out of the whole frame, until the gas stove exploded and they were launched forward about 7 feet farther. Their ankles rolled under them and they looked at their home, where they were raised and lived, burn to the ground.
Their faces were smudged by smoke and the tears rolled down their faces formed clean lines down their faces. The fire department tried to put Nathaniel and Alexander in different ambulances, but the second one left the other side, they both started to scream, cry, and flail their hands at their twin, as though to reach for their brother. They would be picked up by the biggest and strongest firemen, but they would scratch, kick, punch, elbow, gouge at their eyes, pull hair, knee their stomachs, and wriggle their way out of their arms and run towards their brother and not break their gaze on each other or leave their side. So the paramedics had to put two 9 year old on one gourney.
The doctors were confused about them. Why would they not be able to be disconnected? They were just brothers, not Siamese Twins. But no, Nathaniel knocked out a male nurse by elbowed him in the temple when he tried to move Nathaniel away from Alexander when he was sleeping. But he woke up and started to scream Bloody Murder, by flailing his arms and screaming for Alexander. While Nathaniel was being carried away, Alexander came up behind the nurse and began to hit him with an IV drip.
Clearly it was that nobody can separate the Hexx twins. Then their grandmother came to take them to live with her, and so they were then raised in the Mob and grew to be hit men. And that is the story of the Hexx twins' past.