Love Alone. Die Alone.

Chapter I: Slowly back Up

Hi I'm Brandon. I am now 20 years old and I have a husband and 5 children (all adopted) and I really love painting. For as long as I can remember I have always created horror paintings. When I first started painting them I felt a hand guide me to success. I guess that was my ability. But what good would that do me?

I was born into a world where we were born with 1 or more abilities. My sister was born with the ability to manipulate flowers and to poison anything only if it was out of hatred. Her abilities came to use but mine was ghost hand. It helped me paint and it could help me fight. But it was no use to anything else I loved for. I was also a singer. But that did no good. Just being famous and useless was enough for me. I was mostly recognized for my paintings and not so much my music.

Fast forward to a couple days later though. My husband picked up our kids from school. "Hi babies!" I said to my children. "Hi papa!" The oldest one said to me. My children's names are: Samuel, Grace, Bruce, Drew, Drake, D'arcy. "Papa do we have to go to school?" D'arcy asked me. "Yes you do sweetheart. But to make you feel better do you wanna help papa paint?" I asked him. "Well I want to draw this time." He told me. "Here's some papers and pencils go ahead go get changed and then you and your siblings can draw." I told D'arcy and the rest of his siblings. "Ok papa." D'arcy said.

"Ok can we talk now." My husband asked me. "What is it Matt?" I asked him. "I know what has been happening back down at headquarters." He said to me. "Slathy went missing as well as other members." He said. "The Cronk is back at it again." He said to me. "And it's hitting the town next." He said to me. "Shit." I said. "I haven't finished the next live painting and you know it's not gonna come alive until I finish it." I said to him. "Yes I know." He said. Just a little FYI my husband isn't actually my husband. He's my coworker. And my kids are actually my kids. But you don't know how hard it is to go around the whole town killing these people. "Is my wolf ready?" I asked my fake husband. "Yes she is." He said to me. "Bring her here." I said.

My wolf is t any ordinary wolf. She's a Husky. She's very soft and fluffy but a very good runner also. She has sharp fangs, and she's really tall. She also can fly. She carries all my weapons. Of course my kids have their own pets. So the Husky is mine and mine only.

Next chapter out soon.