p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;"The night air was cold. Little breaths of oxygen left people's mouth as they breathed. Erin's thin jacket barely enough to keep the cold at bay, at least not for long. He huddled under the cardboard box, watching the sidewalk. People passed by everyday. Some glanced at him. Others didn't even care enough to look over. There are very few men to care enough to look at him for longer three seconds. His gut knotted as he watched more and more people walk by. The steady sound of footsteps echoed in his head. br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /None of this felt real. His mind fogged with hazy remembrance. The days blend together. With a blink of an eye, day turns to night and night to day. When was the last time he ate? Bathed even? How much pain has he gone through? With his life, it seems as though he is looking through a glass or window. Into a life he wanted. Blocked from holding within his hands, despite the tiny hands. He could only look. No style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /A man entered his field of vision. He was wearing a military working uniform. His hands gently lifts the boy's head to stare at him, only he couldn't really see him. It was so cold. Shivers bounced his body. Too cold. The man's hands warm. The man wrapped a jacket around Erin. It was warmer than he could ever have hoped for. br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /"You doing OK, little one?" His voice soft and timbre. "You don't look good."br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /Erin tried to say words. He really did. Yet, his throat too dry to from words for the man in front of him. It was one thing to watch what he wanted, it was another thing to have that want help him. He didn't deserve that type of relationship. The man stood up, looking around. Suddenly, the man grunted then fell down. Dark red liquid pooled out the back of his head. Tears fell for some odd reason. Bringing his eyes up, Erin caught sight of a woman. Her long, curly, hair bleached and bouncy. Her painted red lips pursed as she put a finger in front of them. The lady showed the crowbar to Erin then walked away, leaving the boy with the dying man. br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /All Erin could do was stare. His eyes transfixed on the groaning man. Erin wanted to get up. He wanted to find help. Nobody had reached a hand out to him before. He wanted to help the man. He wanted to but every bone in his body was numb and cold. If he wasn't already leaning against the wall, then he would have fell over onto the body. Erin could only watch as the blood poured out the man. The man stopped groaning. He needed to style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" / Summoning all the strength he had, Erin was able to lift himself up. The wall supporting most of his weight. Erin didn't know what he was going to do. His clothes were torn, dirty, and bloodied. He looked awful in comparison to all else. Would anyone believe him? Should he even try? No, he must. He was the first person to try. The first person to help him in his time of style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /The way to help seemed so long. The darkness of this alleyway seemed endless. Erin could make out the light at the end. Like it was encouraging him to make his way there. The way seemed to twist and swirl. Erin finally reached the end of the road. The light actually came from a lamp. Looking around, Erin saw very few people out on the road during this time of night. Erin wanted to scream out for help. But he didn't know how. People just walked passed him without looking at style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /A man hurried down his side of the street. "Please sir! I need your help!"br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /The man's face scrunched up, dodging him as if he would infect the man. Erin's face fell. Struggling back to the body, Erin pulled the coat tighter around himself. Something in the pocket caught his attention. A name card of some sorts. If Erin could read, he would try to figure out where this went. Instead, Erin tossed the card near the body. Maybe it would help the people who found his body. br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /Erin glanced around, feeling some sort of stare. His eyes connected with a man across the alley. His frame huge compared to those he used to see. His face covered with tattoos. Strange ones that Erin recognized immediately. A group of bad men recruit children who were on the streets and use them as bombers or terrorists. Just to scare their home country.
It is run by a older gentleman of whom Erin has only seen once. For many nights, they have plagued him to join. Some even went as far as to kidnap him and starve him. This is why he looks so bad at the moment. br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /The man gets into the car in front of him and drive away. Erin caught the number on the license plate. Suddenly, his hand hurts again. Just the thought of the pain could have Erin crying. Erin stood near the body. He knew he shouldn't stay here but he wanted to stay a little longer. So, there he stood staring at the man./p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;""Scary?" This voice was deeper. Way scarier than death. "We need you to do something for us." He smiled, but no happiness was present./p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;""No." He tried to walk away./p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;""You don't get the choice. Either do this for us, or that friend of yours won't live to see another day." He continued without letting Erin answer. "All you need to do is use that ability of yours to copy down the information that the cops have on that dead guy and our 'organization'. That is all."/p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;"The man held out a book. Erin knew that it was his from sometime ago. Before the group decided he should join them. Erin didn't need anything else but to help them. He knew that they wanted him to photocopy every single fact the police would find under this body. That this body holds. And with the Blonde girl now in the picture, things weren't looking good for the cops' side of things./p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;"Erin accepted the notebook./p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;"The guy left and Erin slide down the wall behind the dumpster. out of sight. Before he knew it, his eyes fell shut. Not long after, Erin fell asleep. He heard distinct voices. A gravel voice snipped at a few people. Two others returned with huskier ones. Slowly opening his eyes, he peeked around the trash bin. Cops were surrounding the body of the man...Hero. From behind the trash, he was safe from prying style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /Footsteps echoed towards him. He didn't want to alert them to his presence. But their footfalls came so close. His heart pounded so hard, he could feel it in his head. He knew he needed to get to know these policemen. But his body didn't respond what his mind already knew. Suddenly, the trash bin was moved. Erin connected eyes with the man. Tall, brown hair. Green eyes. Lean. The Man's eyes style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /"Boss... I think that I got something here." Five pairs of eyes popped around Erin. "He's wearing the man's uniform."br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /~Time Skip~br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /Erin stared at the man who had carried him all the way to the base. The man, currently, was having his hand bandaged by an older man. Erin's teeth marked his skin for sure. There is one thing that Erin hates, for sure, and that was having someone touch him. Especially for that long of a ride. The older man chuckled at what the man said./p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;""You'll be fine, Timothy. He didn't bite you that hard." The Older Man turned to Erin. "You look pale, young man. Let me check up on you."/p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;""No, Ducky. He's like a wild animal. He bit me when I tried to carry him to the car. Then kicked me when I tried to buckle him up. And that was only the beginning!" The man named Timothy stopped this 'Ducky'./p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;"Ducky stepped closer to Erin. Erin, in return, scoots the chair he was sitting in, farther way, hitting the wall. "It's okay. I only want to help you."/p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;"Erin holds up his foot in between the Doctor and himself. Ducky took the hint. Timothy shook his head. Tim really looked at the boy sitting at his boss's desk in his chair. Two girls and a male ding off the elevator. Erin watched with heated eyes. He still felt horrible compared to before the Organization. His face burned with the realization of what he had done to the man who was just trying to help him. But Erin couldn't back out style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /"So, how does this kid connect to the murder?" The Hispanic man asks as they entered into the bullpen. br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /"Who even is he?" A woman of beauty slanders in./p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;""Don't know. And won't unless someone has a missing child's photo for him." This Blonde woman walks over to a desk. "And judging from where we found him, I doubt it."/p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;"Erin looked over the room. His eyes scanned each person thoroughly. The Doctor was a older man. His warilyd hair a dark brown. He had oval glasses framing his face. His lab coat as white as they come. The stupid things. He was short in stature. Erin could tell he has years of experience as his hands were calm when he was helping the man Erin bit, but shook when they weren't in use. Odd. But he was older. The man Erin bit was young. He also had brown hair. He had green eyes. On his finger, there was a band. He was married. Tired looking. Kids. The beautiful woman who walked in carried confidence. Her long curly hair so bouncy. She was tall, lean and had great facial structure. The Hispanic man was an alpha male. Everyone here had brown hair. Except the blonde style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /"Sit rap."br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /"Boss, we got nothing." The style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /"The only thing is the kid. And we don't even know if he saw anything." The Beautiful girl said. br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /The Leader, he can only assume, comes to the desk he was sitting at. He came close to Erin. Only the man ignored him and went to the computer. His eyes scanned the old machine. Erin kept his eye on the man. Without acknowledging the kid, the Man leaves him alone. Erin was surprised. He was ignored. br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /"Tim!" Another voice called. A girl. Dark brown hair. In a wheelchair. She help two babies in her arms. A black haired girl was pushing her. "We came to surprise you."br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /This was just what Erin needed. A loving family in his sights. Guilt ate away at his stomach. The monster's claws dug in as he thought of Maxwell, his little brother. Erin knew he needed to get this done quickly so he and his brother could just leave. Maybe find Maxwell a forever home. It wasn't like he truly liked the boy. There were only related by blood alone. Nothing more. Well, maybe a little more. They are style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /br style="line-height: 1.8em; white-space: inherit; clear: none !important; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; content: display: block; margin-top: 0.8em;" /Erin watched the loving family with tired eyes./p