I have dirty hands
Rico can only see the red staining his hands and suit as he took out another nameless target
No matter what I did
Prescriptions, over the counter medications, and even drugs; it didn't matter, they're all the same. Washed his hands repeatedly till his skin was raw- nothing he did ever worked.
The stains would never go away
He could see them in his dreams, nightmares, just everywhere. Preying upon his conscience, damning him to hell but little did they know, Rico knew that he already was from the moment he came into the world
It was easy to be alone
Private was the most uncomfortable with Rico- hell he even called him a traitor, the word that didn't seem to be in the young boy's vocabulary, Skipper- he felt was the only one who, just, kind of understands his situation but he doesn't know the whole story and Kowalski- he understood, being a scientist and all, he understands that your sanity can leave and all that's left is just a husk of your former self- no way to go back... But he's different, he isn't as feared, he has a team. He...has a chance
Besides no one wants to be friends with some who has dirty hands
I know I'm a Wolf by Young Heretics
Born to kill but this face was different. Out of everyone, why? His baby blue eyes widening in fear
Raised to never feel. But those soft lips and bright eyes are teaching me otherwise
The feeling of killing in my lifetime has made me sad
Bruises littering his body... were those caused by my hands?
Cowering in the corner, I ease him into my arms
"I can keep you warm, if you're brave enough to look my way..." I murmur
If only you knew that these blood stains were from missions long ago
If only you knew that these blades are dull
I left "them" a long time ago
His markings slowly disappear each day
But his eyes betray his distrust
My dear rabbit, you've come too far,
And I the wolf can never be trusted... past times have already told me so
But for this short time, stay in my arms
And close your eyes, by the fire 'til I crack...