Strings Of Fate

Chapter 1: The strings

The night was young and laughter filled the small room of a New York household. Scurrying about in one of the rooms were a pair of blonde twins, a boy... and a girl. The little boy sat perched on the edge of one of the two beds in their shared room and sitting behind him on the bed was his twin sister trying to braid the short strains of blonde into braids.

"Molly be careful. That hurts." The boy whined as she tugged on his hair again.

She laughed, her blonde hair was much longer and very curly, reaching just past her shoulders and stopping at around her mid-back. Her laughter echoed and bounced off the pink walls of the room that was decorated with various posters and other knick-knacks. None of them really belong to the boy but rather the small girl.

"Oh, Anthony ya' so sensitive." The little boy crossed his arms, pouting.

"I am not!" Another laugh from the girl as she gave up in trying to braid the small strains of hair. She parted them and allowed them to flow free once more around the nape of the boy's neck.

"I'm kidding," Molly said, moving to sit beside him on the pink bed. The whole room was pink aside from the carpet which was a white color. This was essentially Molly's room and the boy was just sleeping in it...or at least that's what he'd been told by his father.

The little boy smiled, having already known that. He looked to his twin, they looked a lot alike aside from the overall body structure of course. They both had the same round face, curly blonde hair freckles that dusted across their noses and upper part of their cheeks... and they both had those same soft brown eyes that they got from their mother's side.

"Ya' lucky I love ya' Molls." The little boy had said whilst throwing an arm around his sister's shoulders. She let out a giggle returning the gesture with her own arm on the slightly taller boy. Angel turned to look at his sister, a large grin on her face as her eyes practically sparkled. He groaned. Oh no, she had that look again.

"Whaddya want?" Her grin widened.

"Can ya' ask her? Pleeease! I really really wanna know." The boy smiled, as he ruffled the girl's hair ignoring her protest not to.

"Sure thing Molls."

"Fareste meglio ad addormentarvi!" The twins swung into action hearing the voice call from behind the closed door in the hall. The boy practically jumped to his bed and Molly hurriedly shimmied under her covers acting as if she'd been there the whole time.

When the door opened both twins were laying under their covers with a look of innocence in their eyes as if they were little angels. The woman who stood in the doorway, a tall, curvy, white woman with long blonde hair tied back in a bun and kind brown eyes, looked between her two children.

She rolled her eyes, closing the door.

"Okay rugrats, why are you still up? It's already 10 you guys should be asleep." The twins only batted their eyes lashes at the women innocently. She chuckled moving to sit down on a chair placed between the two beds so she could look at them both. "Come on, tell me why ya' two are still up." She paused smiling slightly as she brought a finger to her lip. "I promise I won't tell your father."