Contract Killers (Multiship)

Chapter 64 - Tale of the Crow

Why not? He's my character. I created him and I really want to do more with this guy. I don't expect you to read this. It would be nice if you did but I don't really care.

Also the music above is Crow's theme.

Crow's POV

Hanging my leather jacket over my shoulder, I followed Fresh to the edge of campus. He flipped through papers as he looked over his homework.

Fresh: Man, school's killing me.

He sighed disappointingly. While closing his folder, he looked at me.

Fresh: Wanna hang at my place?

Me: Sorry, I have to get home.

Fresh: How about I come with you?

Me: Parents won't allow it.

A frown grew on his face. Fresh fastened his backpack around himself.

Fresh: Whelp, see you to tomorrow.

He waved at me before running off. When he turned the corner, my smiled transformed into a blank slate. I clicked my tongue and scoffed. I slightly envied Fresh. He had a life, a home, and an actual family. I couldn't stay mad at him for long though. Blush appeared on my cheeks as I continued thinking about him. I quickly thought of something else and turned around to walk home.

'I'm not gay.'

(Time Skip)

I arrived at my home. A giant concrete facility. There was a sign at the entrance that was decorated by golden emblems and words.

Me: Rosemary Orphanage. Home to the children of God. Kiss my ass, Jesus.

I lived here with my two brothers. I saw some children looking out the windows on higher floors and small orphans running around the yard. They waved at me as they ran into the building.

Opening the door, I walked into the giant hallway. The walls were lined with paintings of very holy scenes. I walked up the stairs to the highest floor. There was a room that I stayed in. It had enough beds for six people. There's Quinn, my brother that's a year younger than me. There's my baby brother, Porcel, who was six. Then Nabstablook, Monster Kid, and Christopher.

Quinn sat on his bed with Porcel on the opposite end. Quinn was staring at his deck of cards that he always carried around. As for my baby bro, he was brushing the hair of his porcelain doll. They saw me flop on my bed and cover my eyes with my arm.

Porcel: Hi big brother.

Me: Heya Cel.

Quinn: Damn, look at you. Are you okay?

Me: Yeah, just drained.

Quinn: Withdraw?

I nodded and he laughed.

Quinn: You haven't been taking them, have you?

Me: I save them for when I really need it.

We were talking about the tranquilizers. Pills that are loaded with drugs. The little capsules are used for keeping orphans, like us, calm and sedate. We were forced to take them but, I didn't mind. I've always liked the feeling of it. When I didn't need it, I hid the pills in a secure spot in my little nightstand.