Baby blue short stories

Hate him (Prologue)

PoV Kill
"Please Kill! I need your help!", My one hundred year younger brother Bill begged.

"You know what, Bill? I'll help you with your Weirdmageddon thing. But only on one condition.", I finally gave in.

"What do you want?", Asked Bill.

"You have to take care of something that has been entrusted to me. I would like to keep it with me myself, but I am no longer able to take care of it. You know, it is pretty fragile and all, ", I explained quickly.

“Then we'll make a deal! You help me with Weirdmageddon and I'll take care of your thing! ", Bill said happily and held out his hand to me.

" You have to make sure that the thing is not missing anything and that it doesn't get damaged. It's very valuable and must always be in perfect shape ", I warned Bill.

He lit his hand. "So we have a deal Brobro?", He asked.

I lit my hand too. Then I accepted.

PoV Bill

I crouched at the train station and waited.

Kill had said that the thing I had to watch out for would come on the train.

He justified this with the fact that it should not be noticed during transport and was not stolen.

From the way I knew my brother, it was sure to be a very special vase or something ...

"Billiam Cipher?", a middle-aged man who was probably feeling pretty cool with his bushy mustache suddenly asked .

Admittedly, he was the conductor.

I nodded and jumped from the wall on which I had been.

"Your brother sent me something for you and also gave me a letter for you" , the man explained.

I nodded again and he handed me the letter.

"And now give the thing over so I can get out of here", I growled. The conductor frowned.

Then he took out a pad: "I just need a signature that it has arrived safely."

I nodded.

Suddenly I heard the sound of tiny wheels on the stone.

A little boy with curly blue hair appeared behind his mustache.

He pulled a sky-blue trolley suitcase behind him, on which some idiot had fastened a sports bag with lashing straps.

That was clearly Kill's work ...

The little one also had a backpack on his back.

“So, a boy, 7 years old, clearly too small, plus luggage and letter. Arrived safely, a signature please Mr. Cipher "