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 The twins had lost their grip on the music play at once. Mikkel's hands came up protectively as <br/>
Mihael hid her face in her brother's shoulder. His arms wrapped around her slender torso, shielding <br/>
her from harm as the bus tumbled several times before coming to a stop. Before she knew what had<br/>
 happened, the bus settled. Mihael's eyes opened slowly, having closed upon the first twist of the<br/>
 vehicle. She felt something hard pressing around her, something heavy. With trembling hands she <br/>
pushed, realizing that her bloodied palms were coming to rest on her brother's shoulder. <br/>
<br/>
<b>"Mikkel, get off me,"</b> she whispered, shoving him forward. His weight was heavy, like a ton on her<br/>
 back. Groaning, she placed her hands on the ground (or what she thought was the ground - really it was<br/>
 just the side of the bus) and pushed up. His weight jostled enough that she could roll away. <b>"Mikkel.<br/>
 Mikkel, get up,"</b> she told him, feeling dizzy and faint. She could feel warm liquid trickling down her <br/>
cheek, blood clouding her vision and making the world red. For the second time, there was no response. <br/>
<b>"Damn it, get the fuck  up!"</b> she screamed. Suddenly, she was up, kneeling over his battered, <br/>
bruised body. His eyes were open but there was no life in them. Blood trickled from the corner of his<br/>
 mouth. With wide, tear filled eyes she stared at her twin brother. <b>"Get up,"</b> she whispered, her <br/>
voice hoarse. <b>"Get up, Mikkel. Don't fuck with me. Mikkel!"</b>​</div></span>