Please, Don't Break Your Promise

Part I Chapter 2

[A/N] Sooooo, here is where the twists come in. The main change is from the egg to the music box (to those who read the previous version). Those who are first time readers, well, um, just read, lol.

Ever awaiting fans,

Jinx 

Part I Chapter 2

My footsteps echoed in the night as I ran, my breath coming out in gasps. The cool frigid winter air bit into the exposed skin of my face and hands as I ran. I didn’t care. The freedom was too great to care. I looked back, tripping as my steps faltered.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins and a smile plastered itself across my face as I realized we were leaving our chasers behind. I laughed gleefully turning to Ryan, my brother, who ran beside me. There were five of us total, including Christian, Andy, and Tara.

The moon shied behind heavy clouds and the darkness became darker. We kept running, jumping over fences, rounding corners, dodging between trash bins in the alleys. We didn’t stop until the footsteps and shouting behind us had faded completely.

Even still, we kept silent and cautiously made our way to the secret base, well, more like an abandoned apartment’s basement, on the east side of town. We slid our bodies in through the window of the basement, with me entering last, looking behind me one last time before I dropped myself onto the cement floor of the huge space and shut the window I had just entered through.

“We good?” asked Ryan. I nodded. Tara had switched on the dim, flickering light bulb in the center of the room, illuminating our makeshift home for the past two months and who knew how much longer. I plopped down on the couch at the center of the room, putting my legs on the makeshift table we had put together from broken boards. Andy and Ryan came and sat beside me.

“Are you ready?” Christian asked. We all nodded, breaths held nervously. His blue eyes roamed across the room, landing on Tara. “Tara, you first,” he said. Tara made a face.

“Why does it always have to be me?” she complained.

“Just hurry already,” reprimanded Andy, “so we can find out what we need to sell come morning.” Tara sighed and reached into her coat pocket, her full lips forming a smirk and her dark brown chocolate eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Behold, jewels worthy of a queen,” she said dramatically as she placed a beautiful sapphire necklace on the center of the table. We whistled appreciatively, marking it to be worth two hundred, if not more. Christian nodded in approval.

“Andy.” Andy, his tanned and handsome face solemn, pulled out a wallet from his pocket. He opened it up and laid it on the table, displaying seven twenty dollar bills, six tens, and a couple of one’s mixed in. Random credit cards and photos and old receipts stuck out from the multiple slots, unworthy trash. The wallet itself was Armani, the insignia etched in the corner of the wallet. That would bring us at least a hundred itself.

Ryan was next. He pulled out more jewels, a set of earrings matching the necklace that Tara had stolen. There was also a diamond ring, two gold chains, another pair of diamond earrings and a pink stone bracelet. A couple hundred more got added to the total worth of the loot. Christian walked forward and kneeling before the table, he pulled out two switch blade knives and more cash. He handed one of the knives to Ryan and pocketed the other. There was a pause as everyone looked at the things on the table.

“Rayne, what about you?” asked Ryan. I smiled into his green eyes, so similar to my own. I guess that was what first made everyone think we were siblings though we weren’t blood related at all.