Origin Story: Part 1 - Haunted by the Truth

CH04: Sorrowful Departure

You pretended that you were falling asleep, but in reality your eyes were staring at the wall, deep in thought, as you heard rustling from the cell right next to you. Eventually, you heard Fred starting to snore, but you could tell Jerry was still awake, or at least sleeping upright, which you assumed would be very uncomfortable.

Deciding that it was about time to take action, you slowly stirred, glancing up to notice that a murkrow had perched itself upon your window's sill, looking down at you as it glanced around the vast human room you were situated in. You couldn't help but smirk inwardly, knowing that at least Don was alright, and he always had a way of getting others to follow him.

Typical of a honchkrow.

But, you know everything is going to get complicated very quickly as you slowly sat up, wrapping the blanket around your body as if you were cold, to notice that Jerry was leaning against the bars of the cell, staring off into the distance, before his gaze fell onto you. "Can't sleep, kid?"

"I usually can't," you admitted, shifting down to sit upon the floor, scooting close to where the man was currently leaning against the bars of your cell, though in actuality you were just getting closer to the door to your own cell. "... I know a friend with a situation like yours."

"Oh?" he blinked, glancing over to you as you shifted lightly underneath your blanket, reaching into your pockets to grab a couple of thin wires you always stashed in there, exactly for these reasons.

"Y-yeah... He lived in the city, while I was living in a town. It was a few hours drive into the city, but my mother brought me because we needed to get supplies from time to time. Our little town didn't have everything, plus it was a chance to see something new."

"I see," he responded, and you smile meekly to him before letting out a tired breath.

"Anyways, I'm not blind to the fact that everyone experiences problems in their life. Some worse than others. Back then, I felt bad for him cause his mother was neglectful, his birth father was nonexistent, and his step-father was a complete ass. I... don't know what happened, but I hope his family turned out alright. H-he had other siblings, so... I can only be hopeful."

"Yeah... Hope is nice to cling to," he smiled lightly, though regrettably, "but that doesn't mean you shouldn't put in a bit of effort. There are things I regret doing to get to the place I am now, but without the actions I had taken I would be in that exact same situation all over again, or worse. I just guess my actions are finally catching up with me," Jerry decided to say, but he noticed that you were shifting slowly, standing up, and his gaze fell upon you as you shifted right next to the door of your cell. "... Kid? –"

"Actions do speak louder than words," you decided to say with a slight smirk on your face, your eyes staring at that particular camera that you knew would be on you, pausing for a moment and looking as if you were leaning against the cell, looking bored and tired, until the camera moved and you quickly plunged your wires into the hole outside of the cell, twisting the wire with your ear against the lock, knowing it'll take some time, but time isn't something you can afford to waste right now. "But I'm not staying here and getting myself cornered and killed," you continued with a slight glare in your eyes as you concentrated, and the man watched you with slightly shocked eyes, probably thinking a kid your age wouldn't be skilled in picking locks, but you've learned a lot from your father in the short amount of time you got to travel with him.

Plus, picking locks is a particular pastime your mother used to yell at you for doing, all the time. Always ruining the doors to your old house because you messed up on picking a lock and got a wire stuck inside, or even gum or something rather stupid that you are too embarrassed to fully remember.