Three Brood Instigators

97. Long Live the Sixages!

"RECENT ORPHANAGE ATTACKS ARE ALARMING THE NEIGHBORHOODS"

"DATA HACKER AND CHILD MURDERER OF IMMIGRANT FAMILIES BROUGHT TO CUSTODY; POLICE REPORTS FHADEY EDINBURGH AS A 'DEFINITE' SUSPECT"

"ARE THE AMERICAN YOUTH INCITING COMPETITION OR WAR AGAINST ONE ANOTHER?"

Pastuzo visited the graves alone by dawn, 12th December 2012,

"Hey, mom," Pastuzo greeted the graved. "It's me... Pastuzo," he said. "I... I hope you are in heaven now," he said. "I... I hope you..." he cried. "I... I am sorry that I... that I left you. I am sorry that I... have been a bad boy, a bad son, waiting a year to visit your grave," he mourned. "I miss you mom. I can't bare... living in this world... alone... without your care...without your beautiful words... and your encouragement," he mourned. "Now... now I'm alone," he revealed sadly. "This... this may be the last time we'll see each other again," he changed tone. "I am running west, Vermont maybe, I don't know," he said. "I... I don't know... if I ever deserve this life... a life of pain... a life of trying to run away from the pain, pretending it was nothing," he spoke sincerely. "Was I even destined to have it?" he asked. "I am not a good son to you... I know that" he asked. "You may not have been a good mom to me too but... you are my mom, and you always have been," he appreciated. "At least you tried when I needed it... at least I know that you'd never want to abandon me," he appreciated. "I guess now... I must learn to accept that... I am on this journey... alone... without you, or any love or instruction to guide or tell me what to do," he accepted. "Grandpa Mont... he taught me a lot of things about this life. But the most important one of all... He told me that I don't have to wait any longer to do what grown-ups can be able to do," he told. "I am still a kid... but I can prevail. I can lead and choose my own future... that I can do anything, and do it without the fear of boundaries, of adults ordering me a kid like some puppet that I can do no different," he realized. "You never deserved this... I never deserved this... but don't worry... it is all paid," he said. "I love you mom, you do know that, right?"

After feeling the answer, Pastuzo left their graves and returned to do his last job.

Wilkes breathed in as he packed his bags to do that one last job. He walked down, tidy and prepared with his new forest scout uniform to draw less attention inside.

"Nanny?" Wilkes checked on her, crying on the kitchen table, not cooking him any breakfast. "Take care,"

Wilkes left to visit Solomon's hiding place - streaming to the unusual noisy childish environment - to immediately wear his black thick hoodie to draw less attention outside and finish his only job for the sake of his safety. But before he left, he recalled training with Solomon and himself to shoot those targets for pastimes. To that, he decided to take those two weapons and all those plastic bags of paintballs to be wielded to practice.

Wilkes arrived to their place just in time, the gang has finally packed up their setups and what had remained,

"Well," Drock stated. "At least for a scout whose ass we haven't met for awhile, you didn't ditch."

"Uhm, what are you talking about?" Wilkes asked.

"Our immigrant friend, Goran, ditched us to save himself. Yet another betrayal... inflicted to us Sixages," Drock revealed. "The news told us, at dawn: a guy, the only survivor the 'violent burglary', reported a guy from the cameras trying to steal from them, killed all of his family when they got wind of that crook."