drama queen.

[ROBIN ALEXANDER KING.]

What'd I do to deserve this?

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Blue eyes stared straight ahead, never leaving the wall in front of them. The owner of the beautiful eyes sighed softly and ran a hand through his black hair as he stared at the white wall. Alex finally looked away when a nurse came in and told him that he could leave his room for the day. He didn’t really want to explore an asylum, not alone at least, but by the tone of the nurse he could tell that he didn’t have much of a choice. He slid off of his bed and looked through the small suitcase of clothes that he had been allowed to bring and bit his lip as he searched for something to wear. Deciding that he wanted to look ‘normal’, just because he was in a place with crazy people, Alex took out a pair of blue skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and a tight white sweater. He brushed out his black hair, and was just putting on a pair of thick rimmed glasses as the nurse came back to get him.

Alex followed the nurse down the hall silently, putting his hands in his pockets and keeping his eyes glued to the floor. She stopped suddenly and Alex bumped into her, knocking himself into a wall because she was a tank. He looked up at her questioningly, his blue eyes reflecting innocence when she turned to look at him. He tilted his head slightly, as if asking, ’what?’ and raised an eyebrow. The nurse sighed. ”You can go explore this floor, or outside. But please don’t go near the Smith Residence” The nurse smirked slightly. ”We don’t really want to lose another patient to the high risks” She patted his head and disappeared into the nearest door.

The boy frowned and pouted, crossing his arms as he continued to walk down the hall. He pushed his bangs out of his eyes and sighed as he walked, not sure where he was going. He paused when he heard voices, and curious to know what the voices were talking about even though he knew it was bad to eavesdrop. He gasped when he saw that it was a doctor and nurse enjoying each other, and quickly ran in the opposite direction, not wanting to interrupt them and get in trouble. He slid to a stop as he almost ran into someone and looked up worriedly at the person, taking a few steps back. He stared fearfully at them, even more afraid to speak than usual. He gulped and backed himself into a wall, biting his lip when his back met with the coolness of the wall. Alex stared at the person with wide, fearful eyes, wondering what they would say or even do to him. ’Where am I again?’ He thought, wondering if he had even left his section yet, or if he were in the section that the nurse had warned him about. He supposed time would tell, whenever this person decided to speak to him.

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[LORENZO OLLIE SHAW]

THE TROUBLE I'VE CAUSED
- - - I WONDER WHERE I BELONG - - -

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While Oliver Shaw didn't happen to be an outright aggressive and angry person, he did have his taste for blood and revenge. And what a fantastic taste it was. He killed again, a nobody, a criminal to society, but still solitary confinement was what waited for him. Some unknown patient ratted him out to one of the security guards. The incident had been last month, and he was finally coming out of the box. The dark room was going to be his room soon, he was too dangerous, to problematic, and he no longer cared about the effects of that horrible prison. He thought that he would be just a ghost soon, there had been so much time lost in that place. He was ready to return to his place in the resort. But the time for vengeance was nigh.

Ollie was hardly ever allowed in the hallways of the main building while being off his leash but he managed to sneak away and stroll around the building in peace. Normally while being on a power trip as he was he would casually stroll down the hallways towards his destination, the grittier halls. His prey was a middle risk patient and he wasn’t sure whether to hurt him yet or not. The brunette really didn’t want to get into anymore trouble it being moments after his release. He walked to the second floor; people were scarce there while the sessions were in effect. The second floor was for the low risk patients, and they made Oliver wonder why they were even here. Here he had killed many, and they didn’t like to eat, it almost made him laugh. Situated near the ceiling was a camera, the people behind it watchful yet entirely uncaring. A long crack in the cement wall was to be his foothold, the slim metal shaft holding the camera in place his support. The mischievous high-risk couldn't help but grin wryly as he wedged the toe of his foot in the
deep crack and hoisted himself up, holding onto the camera's attachment. Only having one free hand, Ollie took a screw driver from his pocket and pried open the underside panel of the camera.

He worked as quickly as possible, tearing out wires so that his presence here would be unknown to the administration of Aldridge as he wandered about looking for the middle risk pervert. He was going to pay the price. Olliver took out his mouth guard and stuck it into the panel before jumping down, leaving the picture on the other end a blurry mess of static. He still had to fix the camera so that it wouldn’t be so known that he was fucking with the camera in the first place. Ollie grimaced in concentration, soon realizing the thin metal plate he had to tightly hold on to was cutting into his palm. But that wasn’t his biggest problem at the moment, he wanted to taste his own blood but there were footsteps nearby. Oh shit, fuck me.

Here he was, hanging on the wall, clearly fucking with a security camera. If his need not to get in trouble was not so great, Oliver would have jumped down and ran for it. But he couldn't. Oliver needed to screw back together the panel back and then casually continue down the hallway, and clearly there was not enough time. He couldn't see who was coming down the hall, but he really fucking hoped it wasn't anyone coming to fix the damn thing already. He wished that it was just another patient, they would run away, but if it was a nurse of anyone like that he would die inside. all this because I wanted to just walk around he thought. Quickly he screwed in the last of the screws and jumped down only to be almost crashed into by the subject of the footsteps. He looked at the boy and smiled, now would be the proper time to drink the blood that was dripping down his arm. The taste was magnicent, the only bad think was that it was so little. Shame.

“hello, why are you in such a hurry? If you continue like that you are only going to get yourself in troble, and people don’t like to be bumped into” Ollie giggled whipping the blood off his smile.

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[ROBIN ALEXANDER KING.]

What'd I do to deserve this?

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The small boy stared at the other that hung from the security camera, wondering what was being done to the object that kept the low risk patients safe. Instead of speaking to the other boy, Alex only continued to stare at him. Was he in the Smith Residence? Even in only his first week here he’d heard stories about the high risks, among those stories being twins who didn’t think they deserved to be at Aldridge and saw nothing wrong with killing their brother, and a boy about his age or older that didn’t care if he killed or not. Alex couldn’t decide which story this boy belonged to, but he suspected that he would find out too soon for his liking.

Biting one of his lip rings, Alex looked away and at the floor, trying to think of what he should say or do. This boy didn’t scare him as much as the stories did, though he figured that the boy should. It just wasn’t Alex’s thing to talk. He thought words were useless and that actions, however, could convey whatever message needed to be sent across. At the moment, he didn’t know what kind of message he was sending, nor did he really care. He just knew that he should be afraid of that smile, of the hand that wiped the blood off of the unknown boys face, and of the fact that the camera had been tampered with. He felt trapped as he felt his back against the cool wall, not sure if he should try to run away, or if he should stay and figure out exactly what this boy wanted. Why was someone that was clearly a high risk down with the low risk patients?

The giggle that came from the other boy was unnerving, and finally the fear that Alex knew he should be feeling arrived. He looked away from the other boy, instead looking at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. He shivered as he felt the boy continuing to stare at him, probably expecting an answer. But there wasn’t going to be one, not at all, Alex refused to talk to this boy. He just wanted to get out as fast as possible, even if it meant that he had to go back to the asshole place that he’d lived in for seventeen years. At least he wouldn’t be here with his life at stake. He looked at the other boy, fire in his eyes as if it were his fault that he was here. Alex shook his head, not trying to make any sense or answer the other boy’s question.

Finally, Alex made the decision to run. He had to find a nurse as quickly as possible and make himself safe. He could not be anywhere near this boy any longer, he could tell that it was too dangerous. He ran as fast as his little legs could take him, hoping that he would be fast enough. ’Please, please, please’ He thought, desperately searching for someone to keep the other boy at bay, or keep him away from him.

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[LORENZO OLLIE SHAW]

I THINK I MIGHT BE A LITTLE
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tagged for Robin Alexander King, with 570 words

People these days, they just can't say they're sorry and then get on with life. What is this kid's problem? I don't bite. Well... I guess I do. Meh. I bet he's not even a psycho, he probably got in here because he had daddy problems.

[/color] Ollie thought to himself while the boy just stood in front of him. This silence was fun, it gave Oliver time to think and pick the boy apart. This was always something that the high risk did. He was animal like in these moments, planning how to get to the boy, either to attack or just have fun. With the taste of blood still staining his lips and vengeance still fresh in his mind how to deal with this little one was going to be difficult. Seeing something in the boy's expression change Ollie's smile grew. The boy way going to run. Never lowering his gaze Ollie thought in his sick little mind Run little boy, I dare you. Make this fun, tell on me. You won’t get far. I’m hungry.

After the boy took his first step to run Ollie’s grin grew to a full out smile. He was already feeling in the mood to make someone bleed, he just never expected it to be an innocent low risk. Doing the whole “following a running person while walking” like you see in the horror movies Oliver stayed not too far from the boy as he booked it down the hallway. It was always brilliant how the insane murderer could stay with his prey stalking them until they were tired from running. It was an animal tactic and he was the alpha male coming to take his prey. They turned down another hallway, until Ollie was too fed up to be so far behind, it wasn’t fun anymore, he needed to stretch his legs and chase his meat like the wolf he so wanted to be. And he did that. Instead of running like a normal human being Lorenzo-Ollie sprinted on four legs to catch up to the boy who was not too far away.

It only took seconds to reach the boy and tear him down to the ground by the collar of his shirt. Black hair filled Ollie’s vision but he could smell the fear on the boy’s skin. Fear was Ollie’s drug, it sent him into a frenzy, he was fighting every urge in his mind not to kill the boy right out in the open, but that would be too messy, too fast, it wasn’t his style. There was a place not to far where they would have their fun. The bathrooms. “Time to go.[/color] Oliver said before dragging the boy to the bathroom. It was convenient that the boy was so little and light, it would make it easier to break bones. Once stepping into the tiled bathroom Ollie tossed the boy into the wall and then sat on boy. “Why are you so mean. All I was asking for was for you to say sorry. And then you ran. How rude. Were you going to tell on me? I don’t like tattle tales, I was getting ready to kill the last one. So what are you going to say for yourself?[/color]” Ollie again giggled and then kissed the boy’s cheek.
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[ROBIN ALEXANDER KING.]

What'd I do to deserve this?

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Alex could hear someone behind him, but he didn’t dare look back. He just started to run faster, but it seemed that his fast running did absolutely nothing as he felt someone tackle him to the ground. He yelped at the sudden feeling of hard cement being pressed to his body and tried to wriggle out of the other boy’s grip as he started to drag him away. ’Why am I not screaming right now?’ He thought to himself, knowing that he should be yelling for help or at least trying to talk the boy into letting him go. But his mouth stayed closed like always, unable to say anything against what was happening. He tried to grab the frame of the bathroom door and pull himself out of the boy’s grip, but the other was too strong for him and his hands ended up slipping.

He yelped again as he was thrown into a wall, automatically putting his hands out to keep the other as far away as he could. Alex quickly shook his head when the other boy asked if he was going to tell. He didn’t speak, how could he tell anyone? Even though he probably would have spoken to a nurse had he gotten the chance. He cringed away as the boy kissed his cheek and tried to find words to speak. ’Please just don’t hurt me’ He wanted to say, but his mouth wouldn’t form the words. All he could do was make a small noise of discomfort because of the way that the boy was sitting on him.

Being scared and afraid didn’t really help his mouth work either and it usually froze his brain. Looking around the room, Alex tried to find a way out of this situation, but he saw nothing that would help him out of here. It seemed he was going to leave either dead or in pieces. Though he was no longer struggling to get away, he still was trying to find words to save himself. Still though, no matter how many times he opened his mouth to speak, nothing would come out. He let out a little growl, angry with himself for not being able to function.

Finally seeing a pen on the floor, Alex dove for it and managed to make it write on the tiled floor. ”Don’t talk. Sorry. Alex” He wrote and pointed to the short note, giving the other boy a small, apologetic smile, before starting to scribble down something else. ”Won’t tell. Please let me go”

[/i] He shifted again to maximize his point and get the boy off of him. He really just wanted to be let go, allowed to see his sister again. He took a deep breath to keep his emotions under control and stared at the boy hopefully. ’Please, please, please’ He thought in his mind. He didn’t want to be hurt or killed in only his first week here.[/size][/blockquote]

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[LORENZO OLLIE SHAW]

I THINK I MIGHT BE A LITTLE
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tagged for Robin Alexander King, with 879 words

Ollie stared at him for a few moments, and then burst out laughing. It was so absurd, so amusing that it just had to be true! The small helpless boy sitting beneath Oliver, who had written his words on the floor, seemed scared of something, or someone. And what was he scared of? He was scared of Ollie cutting off his little dick and shoving it down his throat. Granted, he didn't know just how much that would hurt, he had never tried it, the fact that he would have made Alex eat his own ‘special place’ was ridiculous –Ollie would have just bit it off himself. Through the entire coming events still the quiet boy seem terrified of Ollie. The high risk patient however had given Alex reason to fear for his life, after threats and bashing the poor boy into the wall, anyone would be scared. It was ridiculous Oliver’s behaviour but he was in the zone and wasn’t going to just look at a piece of tile shrug and say “sorry man, I thought you were going to tell on me, oh well have a nice day” instead Ollie looked at the boy and smiled. While smiling he thought up a punishment for Alex distracting his master plan. With ease he got off the boy and lifted the boy off the ground. Secretly the Oliver hoped that Alex would think that Ollie was letting him go, but right after lifting the boy to his feet Ollie pulled his hair hard. “ Sorry baby boy, it’s not going to be that easy. Even if you can’t talk and aren’t going to tell on me, you need to be punished like everybody else. You need to suffer for the endless hours I spent preparing when the actual event was wasted on you.” And with that comment Oliver thrust the dark-haired intruder down to his knees and walked over to the bathroom door and locked it.

Most people would consider it strange that the bathrooms in an institute for criminally insane mental patients would lock, but that’s how they were in the main building. It had to be assumed that not all low risk patients with their eating disorders and sleeping conditions would need the bathroom doors to be left swinging open, and all the other patients had their nurse to make sure they didn’t lock the door for dangerous reasons. This, however was a dangerous reason. To make sure that Alex didn’t get up and run the high risk patient locked the door and then looked at his new “friend” and shook his finger to signal don’t you dare run. After that was the chloroform. Originally the chemical was for Oliver’s prey but the boy needed to use it on Alex if the other was going to cooperate. After spilling some of the liquid onto cloth Ollie rushed over to the fallen boy and used the drug to the full extent of its capabilities. Sleep set in, and the boy clasped onto the tiles once again, allowing the high risk to work his magic. He was strong, stronger than the average eighteen year old, and with this strength he started to tie climbing ropes to the ceiling vent grates. A series of knots and pulleys hanging in a slump ready for the body to be placed into the contraption. Everything was stolen, the ropes, the drugs, and even the white tee shirt and hospital pants. Most of the time the doctors didn’t care, if he stayed in the smith building it was their problem, and with a building full of killers and thieves no one even noticed.

Ollie looked at the sleeping boy and smiled coyly, only before he picked him up and strung him into the various positions, it was difficult to place limbs in places where they wouldn’t bend without breaking, and even more to place a dead weight human being upside down with no help, it was almost impossible, but the boy did it. After the ropes adjusted to the weight and the gates in the ceiling stopped bending with the weight Ollie sat on the wall across from the dangling boy and stared. “It must be sad that such a cute boy can’t speak, I want to cut it out of him, maybe eating his tongue will tell me what he wants to stay, like the words are stuck.” Ollie said finding the words to speak in the event unfolding, he wasn’t talking to himself though… he was talking to his alter Lorenzo. ”Oh, shut up and enjoy the moment, I hate when you don’t make sense. See if I were you I would eat his brain, the ideas are up there” Oliver started to laugh at that, he enjoyed talking within his personalities although they had the same moral problems they were completely different. The moment passed, conversation lost. Growing bored with Alex just hanging in his sleep Ollie hit the boy hard trying to will him out of the sleep, Alex showed no signs of movement but that could’ve just been because of the medication.

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[ROBIN ALEXANDER KING.]

What'd I do to deserve this?

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Alex felt a little surprised when the boy got up off of him, but was a little wary still. He wasn’t exactly sure that the boy would let him go just like that, and he continued to eye him doubtfully as he was helped up from the floor. He let out a yelp of pain as the boy tugged his head back by his hair and felt small tears sting his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut to hide the tears, refusing to let them fall. He opened his eyes to glare at the boy as he spoke, gritting his teeth. Were he able to talk, Alex would have pointed out the fact that if the boy were to just leave him alone he would no longer be a distraction. But as it was, Alex had no voice and even if he did he really didn’t think he would actually say something to someone who could obviously kill him.

He groaned as he hit the floor, and put a hand to his head as it had collided with the tile when he’d been thrown down. A small ‘click’ made him look up but he didn’t have time to wonder what it was before a cloth was pressed to his face. Alex tried to struggle away but the drug was getting to his senses quickly. His eyelids started to feel heavy and got harder to keep open until finally his whole body relaxed in the boys hold. Even though the boy would never know, Alex dreamt while he was knocked out from the drug. Normally people don’t dream while under the effects of chloroform, but Alex was not normal anyway.

The small boy dreamt of his past, but it was all jumbled. It started with his mother dying, then switching and it was Dolly telling him it was going to happen, next it was the slumber party and he was telling them that he was gay, suddenly he was beating up a kid for calling him a loser, snickers behind his back and people calling him a fag, his sister walking in on him throwing up his dinner, his father beating him for asking why his mother was dead, sneaking his first and only boyfriend in the house to have sex, trying to stop his father from raping Dolly and instead having to watch, being told that he was going to Aldridge, telling his sister that he was bulimic and anorexic, falling down stairs when he was little and his mother kissing it better, telling his mothers grave that she deserved to be dead and walking away.

Words being spoken out loud started to bring Alex back to reality, and the flashes of his past were gone. All he saw was darkness. He felt a hard slap against his face, but the odd stiffness that the chloroform gave him left him unable to respond. Slowly, Alex opened his blue eyes and turned them to his captor. All at once his body snapped back into response mode and he tried to move but the ropes wouldn’t allow him to do anything without hurting him. He made a growling noise, uncomfortable with the current position of his body and the fact that he was unable to do anything about it didn’t help matters.

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[DOLLY C. KING]

“Don't cry because it's over.
Smile because it happened.”

Oh, God, oh fuck, Thoughts, that if anyone could hear, could be translated as just plain fear. The only thing that could be heard was the panicked breathing of Dolly, racing down the hall, and heavy footsteps behind her. Normally the seventeen year old would be clinging onto her little twin, but she was lost. Tripping over her heeled feet made it all the more easy for the large male behind her to catch up. He was a nurse, a big heavyset nurse with the idea that she was going to give everything to him in return for some blow. The drugs of course were for her missing brother, and Dolly had no interest in giving anything to the man in return for them. Honestly she never saw this coming, normally the whole 'I'll pay you back later' worked on old men, especially when he was her nurse and would get another time to deal with her. She was planning on asking for a female nurse after the drugs were given away and then he would never get the chance. She wasn't going to pay him back. She really didn't think the bastard would come after her telling her that 'she owed him fucking sex'. Not only did it make fear rise in her, but it also made Dolly wonder where the fuck her brother had gotten too.

Skidding down the hall, her purple PROENZA SCHOULER high-heeled sandals making a loud screech when she turned a few corners, Dolly’s ethics throbbed painfully in her head, spreading even more fear with the convulsing images of herself getting raped by that damned bastard. Behind her, the deafening echoes of the footsteps seemed to get closer and closer. Why didn't she just fuck him, it wasn’t like she hadn’t had intercourse with a random man before because her brother needed drugs? She knew how painfully evil drug dealers could be, after all, she used to deal with them all the time back at home, but being in here, her memory of how evil they really were, had fled her mind. Screeching around one more corner, nearly running into another patient, she saw a door nearby that looked like the only safe place to hide, for now. It was the boy’s bathroom.

The door of course was locked, but she could hear someone inside talking to another person, she decided that if the room could lock well then they would just lock it again once she was inside, surely the person inside would understand that someone was chasing her and trying to rape her senseless so she banged as loud as she could on the doors, trying to break them open with force. She could hear the person inside stop and walk to the door. “Please, someone open the door. Help me.” Dolly cried, trying her best to fake cry and add even more to the story that she was fearing getting raped. The doorknob started to turn.

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Ollie hated interruptions but since the boy was still in a groggy state –because of the medication –the high risk patient unlocked the door for the crying girl. Girls defiantly weren’t his favourite sex but she seemed like the troubled type so he wanted to help. Obviously he wasn’t all bad. When Ollie opened the door he was greeted by the warm scent that Alex smelled like. Alex, he forgot about the hanging boy, how was she going to react to seeing a boy suspended in the air drugged and groggy. Oh well, she asked for it. “Welcome to château du Ollie” He smiled holding her hand and wiping away her fallen tears. He tried to keep his hand close to her face, because when she saw the other boy there would be… AHHHHE! There it was. Oliver covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, “You scream again, and I will snap your neck. I let you in here so you wouldn’t get hurt, but you piss me off by screaming again and I will have to kill you”

[/color] Ollie then walked over to Alex and kissed his cheek Well say hello to our guest little toy” Ollie laughed and then looked back at the girl who had fallen to the floor.

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Once in the bathroom Dolly held onto the boy who opened the door and quickly locked it so the nurse couldn’t get in if he tried. Gasp, gasp, cant breathe everything getting blurry. Dolly took a few moments to recover from running so fast, her feet were bleeding and she needed to sit down desperately. After the boy inside welcomed her she decided to look around and there she saw him. Alex, her twin, her love hanging from the ceiling by ropes and pullies, tears again started to pour from her eyes and then she screamed finally, only to be strangled by her brother’s attacker’s hand. After hearing the threat she wasn’t going to scream again. She wanted to help her brother down, but the boy walked to him and kissed him gently like a sadist to a pet. Her brother was hers though and no one was allowed to kiss him but her. Still feeling faint from the running Dolly sat down and whispered to the boy “But… he’s my brother[/color]"


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[ROBIN ALEXANDER KING.]

What'd I do to deserve this?

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Alex felt sick as he awoke, but with his body not cooperating with him and his mind still half shut down not everything was processing properly. He managed to slowly turn his head towards the talking, and tried to make his eyes focus on the boy that was doing this to him. ’I really can’t believe this is happening’ He thought when his mind was finally becoming more clear. He looked at the boy that was doing this to him, wondering why the hell he was upside down, then realized that it wasn’t the boy that was upside down. Alex himself was upside down. He looked at the ropes that held him and tried to wriggle his body but it still wasn’t responding to him.

A scream snapped his attention back to the boy and his eyes widened when he realized who the scream had come from. He cringed away from the boy as he kissed his cheek and glared at him, grinding his teeth together. What the hell made this guy think that he could tie him up like this and then trap his sister? As soon as he got the use of his body back, Alex was sure as hell going to fight back. He sighed at the thought, the chloroform was obviously still affecting his brain. Even if he wanted to fight back, he was very well bound to the ceiling. What the hell could he do, hanging upside down? He was going to have to think of something. There was no way he was going to stay still and let this guy do anything to his sister.

He looked from his sister to Ollie, opening his mouth to try to speak, to say something intelligent or to say some sort of hint to tell his sister to keep her mouth shut. Usually just a look did the trick, but he could see that she was crying too much and her vision would be blurry. She might mistake it for a smile or something, who knew. He bit his lip, trying to think of some sort of signal for her to keep silent about them being related, he didn’t want this boy to know about that. What would he do if he found out? Alex wasn’t sure, but many different scary scenarios all went through his head.

If Alex could have slapped himself in the head, he certainly would have. ”Dolly” He said softly, looking at her, his emotions betraying him. He really wanted no harm to fall on her because he was stupid and unable to speak, especially around someone like this boy. He just scared the crap out of him, like his father had, but at least he could yell at him. This boy, he knew that yelling at him wouldn’t work and neither would begging. He felt tears fill his eyes as he looked at his sister. ”Sorry…” He said quietly, his voice giving out before he even fully pronounced the whole word. It was obvious that he was not used to speaking.

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[LORENZO OLLIE SHAW]

Family, the term always made something within Oliver cringe. Since being the ginepig at Aldridge the doctors had pin pointed the cause of this hate towards families in a whole, and while the main reson -him being left on the street by his own family to die- came about with little thought it was also discovered that there was an underlying cause that was hard to medicate and forget about on his part. Through narcotics, and placibos the memories of his tramatized childhood faded, but through the effects of the medication a new version of the highrisk patient.