Pictures to my brother ~Complete~

Sneaking in

God I am horrible, I suck at sticking to one book and finishing it first, well if I go MIA for a few weeks I need someone to comment asking for a third chapter because I honestly keep forgetting I have to write these things. I love them with everything I have, but times are tough right now, and I just need an reminder I guess. No one has to do this though. If you don't want to, don't. I'll figure something out I promise. This book isn't going to be discontinued. I can promise that. I don't want to write this book right now as well that's why updates are going so slow. So, let's get onto the book.

I snuck through the woods, walking closer to the old house. It was quiet out here, a few birds but that was really it. But even they were quiet. That train ride took awhile, meaning it was pretty dark. I hoped I was going the right way, I couldn't really see anything. Maybe only five feet in front of me. Even so, I happened to find the house. I smiled lightly. I was home. Granted I couldn't actually stay there. This was still a mission even if I wish it wasn't. I pulled out different photos I had gathered. All of them just the two of us. I forced myself to stay in the tree line. I wasn't about to get caught. I would figure out Virgil's sleep cycle, and sneak into the house then. It's remarkable that he was aloud to stay here. I sat down in the grass. Pulling out my small gas stove, some more water and some freeze dried food.

I took a bit out of the small packet, eating it quickly. I hummed in delight, this food was always better then what I ate back at the base. While eating a thought crossed my mind. What if I made an anonymous call to the police? Hell, even went there. They would be able to arrest Huxley and his gang. I pondered it for quite awhile. I realized however, that I've done horrible things and I'd be arrested too. I mean, I've almost killed someone. Granted it was just Huxley, but still. I've kidnapped many people, stolen so much stuff, and, is using the dark webs information against the law? I'm not sure. Either way, I've done some pretty bad stuff. A voice in my head was telling me I hadn't, but I knew I had. Shaking my head, I returned to my food. Nothing was out here with me. From what I could tell. I knew from when I was a kid, there were foxes and coyotes.  I wasn't sure now though.

I finished my food, packing everything back up. I decided since it seemed like it was just before the sunrise, I could sneak in, put the pictures away, and leave. Maybe find a hotel or make a place to stay too. I may have a hammock and tarp, but I need something a little better then that if I'm going to stay out here for a while. I placed my bag down, grabbing the picture out of it. Hiding the bag in some leaves, I walk out of the woods. Knowing this house, my window to my old room isn't locked. That's hoping Virgil isn't super paranoid that he checks every single windows lock. That damned lock broke probably when I was two. I slowly push up the window, making it squeak but open slowly. I fully open it, climbing in. Hopefully the neighbors aren't still snooping assholes. This would look really bad if they did. I land softly on the floor. Everything being coated in dust. I hold back a cough. I quickly open the drawer on my desk, grabbing some paper and pens. I place them on the desk, I'm gonna take them back with me so I can pass some time. Maybe write something. I shake my head, focusing on the task at hand. I creak open the closet door, it making another loud squeak similar to the window. He sighed at the noise. Slipping into the closet, he entered the small fort he made when he was little. A small trap door was the door for it. He opened a box in the room, placing all the pictures in there. He nodded, happy with it. He went back to the main room, grabbing the paper and pens. He slowly shut the closet door, and snuck out the window again. He closed it fully, it squeaking again. Dimitri sighed. He missed Virgil. He shook his head, heading back to his campsite.

He sat down, deciding to write.

I miss you, a lot. Truly I do. I hope you'll find why I did this all and you get me out of it all. The mans name is Huxley. He kidnaps so many people, breaking most of their minds. I was a lucky one. One he took in as his own I guess. That's what he says all the time. That he's taken me in as his own flesh and blood. Gross. As much as I hate him, I'm not sure if I'd be alive at all right now. Probably nowhere near you. Probably in some orphanage, where you get to leave but I don't. Maybe in another reality we would still be together in some way. But all I can do right now is make these notes for you.

-an old friend

Dimitri was tempted to write his name but decided against it. He shoved the paper in his bag. Laying down he wondered if his life would ever be back to normal.