Reclamation (Murder Dr💀nes x OCs)[On Hiatus]

Hospitality

The world suddenly turned to hell.

He ran as fast as his body allowed him to. Screams and sadistic laughters echoing around the city. The smell of blood and fire filled the world.

He was the son of the CEO of the well known company. His parents were invited to gala by Elliots, where they perished. He was outside the manour at that time and when he saw the slaughter he ran without looking back.

'Why is this happening?' The boy thought while running. His leg then exploded like a balloon with blood scattering everywhere.

He let out cry of pain and fell, his legs refused to listen to him. An agony filled his sences but no sound came out of him, the shock was too great.

A drone landed not far from him. Well known smile spread across its face. It slowly approached him, dragging it's bloodstained blade.

The boy could simply watch. He knew he couldn't run. Even if his legs weren't ingured.

The drone now stood right before him, it's blade raised above it's head. Sweats ran down his head. The drone striked, it's blade piercing his head following with sharp pain. And everything went dark.

Until he saw light.

The boy slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurry. He saw an unfamiliar ceiling, a lamp right on top of him. Then he saw a man.

"Hey! Can you hear me?"

The man's voice was faint, but he could understand what he was saying. Why is he alive? He clearly remembers how he dyed. Was it all just a dream?
"..."

"Hey! You finally awake?" Jenson smiled, looking down on his first patient.

"Wha? W-what's going on?" The boy slowly rose his head, his voice trembled. "I-I though I died"

"You did, but you lived"

"H-how?" The boy asked as he looked at the man. His vision cleared and now he could see the stranger clearly. His eyes widened at the sight of the living corpse.

"Please, don't scream"

"AHHHHH-"

After some time the boy calmed down. He was now sitting and looking at his own body that was not that diffirent than the man who revived him. He was wearing dark blue jacket that looked like some kind of aristocratic, idk I am not good at clothes and stuff. Other than jacket he was wearing white dickey beneath the jacket and classic dark pants. His chest and neck was cut with a single vertical line, his face also had a knitted line, starting from his forehead. He had a mid-length brown hair and colorless eyes just like Jenson.

"Yeah, your body was in pretty bad shape." Jenson comented, while leaning closer. "It was basically split in two"

The boy didn't say anything. Too many things were happening too fast. His mind struggled to keep up.

"Also, what's with you, rich people, wearing this victorian style closing?" Jenson said while pooling the collar of the boy's jacket

"H-hey! Let go!" The boy slapped his hand away, fear still palpable in his eyes.

"Wow, wow buddy, calm down" the older man raised his hands. "I ain't planning to hurt you."

The boy hesitated, but relaxed a bit.

"What's your name, kiddo?"

"... name's Darwin, Darwin Sinclair"

"Darwin then, hmm, I see" Jenson picked up the medic bag and threw it on his back. "Alright, then Darwin, let's go"