Diablos

Sirens blared as a young girl and boy sprinted across time square, a police officer's radio went off,

We have a 211 in progress, suspects are teenagers, young dark haired male and female. Teenaged, approximately fifteen years of age. Suspects are currently pursued being up Broadway in Times Square.

The slightly pudgy police officer's eyes traveled through the crowd until he spotted a tall black haired boy being dragged by the elbow by a little black haired girl. The cop scrambled to get out his whistle, and began pushing people out of the way as he ran after them. The girl laughed, brushing her curly black locks behind her ear as she ran down the alley. Much to the shock of the police officer, the guy flipped him off and followed the girl, winking suggestively as he ran after his companion. The cop spluttered and whipped out his gun, and winced as he shot out blindly, almost hitting the boy. The kid paid no mind, as the bullet miraculously ricocheted off the metal piping lining the alleyway and got the officer's car directly the front tire, it comically deflated as the officer let out a string of profanities.

The boy continued to laugh at the hefty officer, shaking off the unpleasant last adrenaline boost from the gunfire. He shook his head, the ringing bothering him a little. He realized he had know idea where his sister was, and panicked a little as he heard more sirens approaching, and the last officer's yells approaching.

He sighed, relieved when he spotted his small sister struggling to reach the fire escape latter, abandoning her purse subtly filled to the top with snacks, wallets, watches, an old, crappy handgun and the boy's beloved six pack. He laughed a little and grabbed the girl by her legs and hoisted her above his head so she could easily yank the fire escape down. The girl scowled down at him, sticking her tongue out childishly as she crawled up onto the ledge.

"Not my fault, elfy." The girl, Lily Kallie Pierce, rolled her eyes and took her purse before struggling to yank her brother, Charlie Hector's lanky form up onto the fire escape. They heard the blaring noises of sirens in the distance, and Charlie licked his lips, excited like he was gonna piss himself and scared as shit all in one. He looked at his sister, though, and decided he didn't want to take any more chances with all five feet of her.

"Okay! Time to go…" His sister was looking past him hazily, Charlie looked behind himself and nothing was there, he waved his hand in front of her face, "Yo! Lily, like now." Lily nodded and rushed up the stairs until they hit the final level, getting one foot on an apartment's window ledge Charlie wrapped his arms around Lily's legs at the knee and hoisted her up. She scrambled onto the roof's ledge and climbed over, reaching down to assist her brother.

The boy slung her purse over first, and laughed as they sat down onto the roof, waiting for the heat to die down, the sirens to fade until they could finally go home. It was so quiet already though. Lily heard a brief shuffle of feet below and peaked over the edge, then rising to stand.

"I think they're gone, Chuck." Charlie scowled at the name, and rose too. Then a brief shot rang out, and Charlie felt a burning in his shoulder. Lily screamed and Charlie fell to the ground, clutching his throbbing shoulder.

"Fuck! Where the hell'd that come from, Lily?" Lily panicked, her hands dancing around the wound, desperate to help, unsure of what to do.

"I-I don't know, I didn't see anyone!" A loud yell rang out from below,

"I got the boy in the arm, sir!" Lily felt a rush of rage, and reached into her bag for the handgun, and Charlie stopped her hand,

"Insult to injury- let's get the hell out of here." Her cerulean eyes flashed for a moment, "Please, Lily." He begged. Lily exhaled and nodded rapidly,

"Fine, okay…" She looked for an escape, a door to the inside of the building, she shakily stood and ran to it. Locked. Anything else? Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. They were cornered from the fire escapes on both sides. Dammit!

Suddenly she heard a squawk and turned on her heal, there was a huge, grey bird pecking at the tiling lining the roof. Lily quirked an eyebrow, wondering what the hell was wrong with the thing. The huge bird flew away with a deafening cry, and Lily looked over to where it had been pecking, when she stepped on the tile, she felt it shudder beneath her. Very cheaply made, if you asked her, but she wasn't about to complain. She pushed down and jumped and clawed at the tile, as Charlie winced and groaned as he slowly slipped into shock over the flesh wound. She managed to get the tile cracked enough to slip a hand through, she heard a high-pitched gasp and pressed her eye to the floor. A toddler was staring up at her, a look of innocent awe in his eyes. Lily bit her lip and said to him sweetly,

"Hi, sweetheart! Sweetie, my name's Lily and I need you to do a big favor for me." The boy made no reaction, his eyes wide, and looked as if he was about to shout for his mother or something.

"Kay." He murmured, a smile lighting up his cute face. Lily blinked and nodded,

"I need you to come up here and open the door to the roof, okay, munchkin?" The boy stood up, teddy bear in arms and waddled over to his apartment door, Lily heard the crack of his door and rushed over to her brother, propping up his much-larger form onto her body. She half-dragged him over to the roof door and began crying softly as his blood dripped onto her forehead and neck. The door opened, the little boy beaming, then suddenly he looked very confused,

"Thanks, kid." Charlie murmured, and the boy stepped out of the way as Lily dragged her brother down the staircase, the little boy following behind.

Lily rushed out onto each of the flights of stairs in the apartment building, her shoulder and heart aching, and made their escape down the block whilst the police tried to figure out where they'd gone so fast.

Lily and Charlie flinched visibly as a tall, blonde haired man walked toward them. They sat in the hospital, Charlie rested comfortably in his hospital bed, Lily perched protectively at his side. Charlie had gotten stitches once their "father" had come in. Their "father" was exactly the reason they were so petrified, his name was Alexei, something like a friend of a friend of Charlie, he'd owed them a favor or two and allowed them to live in one of his apartments with an extremely minuscule and flexible rent. Alexei turned toward the two of them, pulling the blue curtain as he walked toward Charlie's hospital bed, the two bags belonging to Lily and Charlie he dropped on the floor as he walked in didn't go unnoticed by the twins.

"What the fuck were you two lunatics thinking?" Alexei hissed, Charlie and Lily glanced at each other. Lily's hand slipped out of her brother's grip as she stepped forward,

"Well, we needed the money, and we were...y'know, out of options?" She smiled, half-heartedly.

"Shut up, Lily, your not getting out of this one. I put up with all this shit, and I practically treat you guys like family and you…" Alexei sighed, his heavy Quebec accent mingling with his anger made his words almost inaudible, as he ran a hand though his hair, tugging at his ashy strands. "Look, I can understand that your...lifestyle, is very…unique…I've been there, I've been in the same boat! But look, I can will only go so far. It's not exactly like the rest of my roomers enjoy living under the same roof as two little criminals- one day you're gonna steal something that's not fuckin' Cherrios and a zippo, or something worse than this is gonna happen and-"

"Hey, hold on a sec," Charlie intervened "That's our damn klepto-"

"Your guys' kleptomania, I know, I know..."

"And our-"

"OCD, ADD, I know the shitty sob story, Charlie!" Alexei calmed himself, cursing under his breath, and then turning his softened brown eyes to Lily and Charlie. Lily's face was flushed, while Charlie simply glared at nothing in particular, his fists white.

"Look, guys, I'm sorry, I love you both, I do. But…Look, I have a family to look after, baby doll. J'aime bien toi demux, but I can't risk having you get shot one day under the same roof where my babies sleep." Charlie exhaled sharply, his color draining from his face.

"W-What?" Lily stuttered. Charlie's own blue eyes were covered by his sleek dark hair, that had now dropped in front of his eyes, though not covering his deep frown.

"I'm sorry, you can't stay with me anymore, kids." On that he turned away, his eyebrows forwarding and biting his lower lip, evidently trying to keep his good nature under control to not change his mind. Lily frowned, turning to Charlie, who ripped the iv's from his arm in frustration, and sat up to leave.

"So…now what, we go running back to Eric?" Charlie's gaze hardened,

"I'm not asking that creep for anything. We'll do fine on our own."

redo kids cause my writing sucked ass

I know that was short but I promise I'll do more next time! : )

okay and to clarify- her name is Lily Kallie Pierce