~Kem Senef
"i do clean work with no clues left behind" i almost snarl.
"what about weapon identifi-"
"i never use my own weapons." i interrupt. who knew convincing a dude whose father killed his brother that his father would b better off dead would b so hard? "calm down, Jim. i've done this about 20 times b4."
"but u made 1/2 of 'em commit suicide, Kem. i'm tellin' ya', my pop ain't the type."
"2 comments on that. 1, suicide is always a valid cause of death because it's basically thought that any and all humans are capable of taking their own lives. 2, it's MUCH more fun 2 kill the person with my own hands."
"that's....creepy, Kem..."
"ain't it?" a girl about a year younger then me walks over, her white hair flowing behind her. she smiles at me and i fight 2 keep my heart from racing.
"hey Cross." i say casually.
"emotionless as usual?" she snickers.
"good question...y u always so bleak?" a small boy with hair the color of sand walks out. "so bitter?" "it's a bitter world we live in. what do ya want from me?" i reply simply.
"doesn't....have 2 b..." a girl with the same hair as the younger boy walks out and stands by him.
"can't u b positive?" asks a boy with short, dark brown hair and eyes just a half shade lighter as he tosses another log in the breaking-down fire-place.
"tellin' me 2 b positive, James? how'm i 'post 2 b positive when i don't c shit's positive?"
"true...we've all seen mostly darkness..."
"but...Jacy....ur usually....positive..."
"yeah, Luci, but that's just the way i am." the sandy haired boy replies 2 the girl with the same color hair and eyes. "they scared u so much....u can barely speak..." he adds in a whisper.
"barely...is better then not at all..." James mutters, looking into a room where a small soy with silver hair and eyes the burned gray of the wall behind him.
"no need 2 talk about Silver Wolf like he ain't here." a girl with raven-black hair and icy blue eyes replies.
"Raven has a point" Cross replies. "James, u was like that b4 when u 1st got here."
"u were all like that at 1st." i reply.
"he's been like that for 2 years..." James mutters. "what the hell is he always staring at?"
"his past..." i whisper, almost 2 myself. "he's watching his past...everything he's done....2 try 2 figure out what he did 2 deserve what they did 2 him..."
"wow....deep..." Cross whispers.
"i do clean work with no clues left behind" i almost snarl.
"what about weapon identifi-"
"i never use my own weapons." i interrupt. who knew convincing a dude whose father killed his brother that his father would b better off dead would b so hard? "calm down, Jim. i've done this about 20 times b4."
"but u made 1/2 of 'em commit suicide, Kem. i'm tellin' ya', my pop ain't the type."
"2 comments on that. 1, suicide is always a valid cause of death because it's basically thought that any and all humans are capable of taking their own lives. 2, it's MUCH more fun 2 kill the person with my own hands."
"that's....creepy, Kem..."
"ain't it?" a girl about a year younger then me walks over, her white hair flowing behind her. she smiles at me and i fight 2 keep my heart from racing.
"hey Cross." i say casually.
"emotionless as usual?" she snickers.
"good question...y u always so bleak?" a small boy with hair the color of sand walks out. "so bitter?" "it's a bitter world we live in. what do ya want from me?" i reply simply.
"doesn't....have 2 b..." a girl with the same hair as the younger boy walks out and stands by him.
"can't u b positive?" asks a boy with short, dark brown hair and eyes just a half shade lighter as he tosses another log in the breaking-down fire-place.
"tellin' me 2 b positive, James? how'm i 'post 2 b positive when i don't c shit's positive?"
"true...we've all seen mostly darkness..."
"but...Jacy....ur usually....positive..."
"yeah, Luci, but that's just the way i am." the sandy haired boy replies 2 the girl with the same color hair and eyes. "they scared u so much....u can barely speak..." he adds in a whisper.
"barely...is better then not at all..." James mutters, looking into a room where a small soy with silver hair and eyes the burned gray of the wall behind him.
"no need 2 talk about Silver Wolf like he ain't here." a girl with raven-black hair and icy blue eyes replies.
"Raven has a point" Cross replies. "James, u was like that b4 when u 1st got here."
"u were all like that at 1st." i reply.
"he's been like that for 2 years..." James mutters. "what the hell is he always staring at?"
"his past..." i whisper, almost 2 myself. "he's watching his past...everything he's done....2 try 2 figure out what he did 2 deserve what they did 2 him..."
"wow....deep..." Cross whispers.