Orphan in Limbo

Family

--- 4 Months Later ---
--- 31st of October, 1963 ---

4 months have advanced as swiftly as a light summer breeze, tickling gently and blowing faintly the hairs and mossy skins.

Through the months, Jack and Lucas along with Charlotte have rapidly grew and they were getting bigger with the relapsing time as their parents commenced to wonder profoundly in their train of thoughts how quickly they have grown up as they were almost a year old. Or rather 10 months old rays of sunshines. At first, almost every time whether if it was the former pious members of the church or Odette, herself, contemplating their own creations, yesterday were like pieces of meat and now they were already almost a year old toddlers.

As today was Halloween, the Howards and Walkers decided to celebrate it as the adults were disguising themselves as supernatural creatures just like their little sweet rays of sunshines. Moreover, they planned to trick or treat on the most nigh areas around their properties.

Whilst the both families were having fun, Leah snuck in the nearest hospital without acknowledging the circumstance the former woman of the cloth and Odette have given birth to here. The sinister crave for murdering innocent newborns and babies wasn't even a common phenomenon on the most grim holiday in the year. The Irish girl has snuck and snatched without being fortunately seen a doctor apron, subsequently wearing it as an armor against disguise and giving the impression to the rest of the hospital staff along with certain visitors that she is a doctor, despite the Irish compatriot has never studied in medical university.

Whilst the horde of doctors were leaving a couple of cabinets since they didn't have any patients or newborns to look after even help them, retreating to the balcony to share a cigarette shenanigans in the late hours of the progressing, gloomily aesthetic night, the redhead glanced at every corner, every angle of the long, abysmal hallway which was encompassing her with its unspeakable extent.

Her petite frame was armored in ebon gown with satin hem as it flared her upper thighs and V neckline, exposing partly her flesh, milky as vanilla collarbone and neck, whilst black and white stripped vertically heels feeted her tiny feet, contrasting ideally the white cotton, mere doctor apron which was like snake skin bracing her torso.  Contrasting like darkness and light, like good and evil, like angel and devil.

Her cunning, piercing light green pools kept their wits about further surroundings, scanning each corner as she tiptoed up to the room with the newborn babies, hearing their symphony of soprano cries. Smug, vile grin swayed across her naturally rosy-coloured, thin lips once she opened ajar thr door, gawking at the horde of newborns, giggling inwardly, wickedly.

"Well, well, well, look what we've got there!" The redhead said in jeering manner, entering in the room as shortly afterwards shutting it. Thereafter she took off her pocket knife from her cleavage, folding it as its silver, shimmering with its brilliance razor edge interweaved with the dim light, saturating its grizzly pigments. "Cutiepies! It has been moments since you have arrived in this cold world." She evoked out, chuckling hoarsely. "Look at ya!" Her pocket knife's razor scarcely brushed one of the infants' mossy, pale as ghost necks, clearing her throat momentarily.

All of a sudden, the same baby emitted a high-pitched cry from the top of his wee, fragile lungs as the Irish young lady bended against the cot, indicating with a forefinger the gap of her soft, thin lips.

"Shu, shu, shu, sweet little baby! Your Mommy have probably missed to pick you up." The Irish compatriot giggled inwardly, wickedly as with her other hand her pocket knife's razor edge was gingerly indicating by hardly brushing it alongside its head. "Or probably she hasn't." A smug, mischievous grin kissed her lips after scanning the den of shrill bewailing newborns as they encircled her in a summoning cycle.