sanc·tu·ar·y /ˈsaNGk(t)SHəˌwerē/ noun a place of refuge or safety. "Consider this a sanctuary," I say while looking at the huge castle in front of me. "A home," Norman and Brahms ask with excitement and hope. Both hoping they can have a chance for a new and better life. "Yeah...a home," I reply to the two boys with a somewhat heartwarming smile. I never saw it as a home. It never felt like home. Maybe they can make it a home. "Why are you helping us? What's in it for you," Billy asks in distaste. I look at Billy knowing he is still mad at me and I sigh. "I see myself in you guys. You and I have been either hated by the world or have been outcasted by the world. I'm helping you guys in the way someone helped me a long time ago," I reply as I turn my head to Hannibal knowing that without him, I wouldn't be where I am now," Say it's like paying it forward and plus I have a big castle that I don't know what to do with also it's not like you have other choices." I ask the big question, "Do you want to constantly run away and be on the run while the paranoia kicks in and keep thinking that the cops would be on your tail and that everybody you ever come across is after you or do you want to be in a place where no one is starving or thinking about leaving because the cops found out about your whereabouts because here I HAVE THE POWER. Do you want to have a nice warm shower everyday? Do you want three meals a day? Do you want a bed to be waiting every time you arrive home or do you want to keep stressing on the fact that you may not have a place to stay that day. If so, this place is it. Don't believe me? Ask anybody here. Mostly everybody here has been in the same situation you are in right now. Choose your pick." * This story will contain mostly all Slashers*
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