The Twins and a Bird (In Work)

Chapter Five - In The Heads Of...

The room everyone was in was really dirty. Everyone's clothes were pretty messy too. The big bird Emily had liked looked upset about something that had happened. She crawled over to his to try and comfort him. Eliza picked her up as she hums to her sister. Emily, already forgetting what she was doing as she bounces to the melody. Eliza smiles warmly as she looks at the demon she holds. Emily's holding the feather she was given as Eliza looks at it as Eliza takes it away. "Sorry, but you don't need this right now..." She puts the feather in her pocket as Emily looks at the feather disappear in her pocket. Her heart gently hurt, her first 'pretty' thing was out of her reach. She looks around for something to do. She whines a bit Eliza kisses her forehead as she looks around. Emily makes an unhappy noise.

The room was filthy. Sam was in it too long, but the chance of bothering Alex. He's... Scary. All she could do is cuddle up to Alex and admire her hat and new accessory, but it's not that easy. Why did she need to be born from two families? Notoriously hated. That's what today was about Hate. People made it better though; those who cared.

The air was vile. The sidewalk and street dirty. Why did he need a glorified babysitter? 'Royal Protector.' Alex was livid and confused. Nothing comes free, expressions lose touch. He had two things in life that made him happy. Michie and Eliza. Eliza was being taken away from him. It hurt so much. How could he stand Sam? Stealing the only family that has ever mattered to him. Being wrong has never caused so much personal pain. He was willing to kill an entire bar full of dirtbags to protect her. What was coming of this?

The room was unorganized. Everything hurt. In the end, everyone was okay. Except for Eliza. Her heart was at a loss. Love on one and the knowledge of losing the love of another on the other. Alex was abandoning her. Leaving her all alone. She sighed to herself. She knew lies never helped. She had Sam and an 'Uncle?' and a pesteringly cute sister. Ones that cared about them a lot. This day was a bad one.

What did he do? What was even said? The silver and gold touch of his revolver was a lot to remember. Everything he knew and did was with that. No matter how much good he did, he'd only remember the bad. Up there, he was a freak. A cockatoo roaming around, making a name. Losing families. Seeing those he loved wither away. He had nightmares since meeting these kids. The one that stuck out always ended in two eyes. Blue and Red. Separate and in sync. Every time he thinks of them, they have so many emotions, without feeling. What did he do to deserve these kids? Was it a punishment or redemption? When he's alone, he often finds himself in a trance. Signs of some sort that felt familiar. "Neptune. Uranus. Sun. Fishes. Mars." What would it mean?